A muffled coughing sound came from the inner room, occasionally mixed with one or two weak scoldings.

Nan Quan knelt on the ground and glanced at his young master, his face full of worry.

I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried about my son.

"Sir, please calm down, I know I was wrong."

Commander Hengzhi sat behind the long case, calmed down, and asked loudly, "Let me ask you, do you still remember why I asked you to go to Jingling Institute?"

Nan Quan buried his head with a guilty conscience: "Remember, remember."

The young master was afraid that he would not live long and did not want to implicate the Jiang family girls, so he did not agree to the marriage.

Unfortunately, the lord wants to be happy for the young master more than anything else. At the same time, he also has other considerations and is unwilling to obey the young master.

The young master had no choice but to let him follow Uncle Shao to Beijing in person. On the surface, he wanted to show his sincerity on behalf of the young master, but in fact, he wanted him to seize the opportunity and tell the Jiang girl the truth.

But what the Jiang family did in the beginning was really infuriating! How could Nan Quan still be willing to be a good person when he was so angry?

When I realized that the young lady was different from what I imagined and had already left Beijing, it was too late to say anything.

However, Nan Quan did not regret being able to welcome back such a young lady for the young master.

"If I had known what the young lady was like, I would not have told the truth."

"You——" Commander Heng couldn't help being furious when he saw that not only did he not know what was wrong, but he also spoke eloquently.

Anger filled my heart and I coughed violently again.

Seeing this, Nan Quan hurriedly walked forward to bring him water to serve, but Commander Heng waved his hand to ward him off.

After a while, the coughing finally stopped.

Commander Heng was leaning on the table, supporting his body with his elbows. He could no longer maintain the upright posture. In the end, he could not resist the persuasion, so he was helped by Nan Quan to rest on the couch.

After some busy work, Nan Quan saw that the young master's complexion improved slightly, and he shamelessly continued to defend himself.

"Young Master, believe me, there is no better woman than the Young Madam in this world! She deserves to be married to you, Young Master. You two are a perfect match!"

Commander Heng had no choice but to sigh: "How many days do I have left to live? I dragged him into the pit for nothing. What did the girl from the Jiang family do wrong? She wants to be a natural match for a dying man like me."

"Bah, bah, bah!" Nan Quan babbled several times, "Young Master is saying frustrating things again! My Lord and Madam have invited good doctors from all over the world. There will always be someone who can cure Young Master's illness. There is no possibility that Young Master's health will get better. Why bother?"

So negative? Always think of the best in everything."

Commander Heng shook his head.

It's not because he is negative. In these years, he has taken more medicine than food, which is of no benefit. He is just hanging on to survive.

The death of his ninth brother added a cloud to his mind, and he felt that it would be his turn soon.

The young master has no will to survive. If things were in the past, Nan Quan would be anxious and helpless.

But it is different now: "When the young master meets the young lady, even if it is for her, you will treat him well!"

He never left Madam, and his tone was so firm that even though Hu Changheng had no intention of loving his children, he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"What kind of person is she...?"

"Young lady! She looks like a fairy and has a kind heart. She can also tell stories to our servants, and..."

Nanquan danced and talked about everything that happened on the way back from the north.

The young lady's kindness, the young lady's tranquility, the young lady teaches the slaves how to read, the young lady tells stories that anyone can listen to, and the young lady can remain calm even when facing thieves...

No matter the details, there is only one central point: the young lady is good, the more good you want, the better!

"Young master, you don't know, what the young lady is wrapping is very different from the corn millet we have here, but it's so delicious! I really wish I could celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival every day..."

Hu Chang Heng heard this and felt quite amused in his heart.

He felt that he could no longer keep the personal attendant he had grown up with. After a trip to the Southland, his elbows started to turn outward.

Although it was funny, a trace of inappropriate expectation arose in my heart for no reason.

Now that things have come to this point, what Nan Quan said is probably right.

Maybe...he can also look forward to one or two.

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For three whole days, Jiang Fusang's Ergen was not at peace.

Details about the customs and Hu family in the Northland have been discussed on the way, but the good lady still feels that it is not enough - the customs are different from ten miles away, and she is afraid that what she knows can no longer adapt to the current Northland, and the customs are different.

I learned the scriptures from Shao Bo and came back to analyze and explain them to Nujun.

From food and daily life to festivals and ceremonies, everything is included.

Jiang Fusang knew the importance of following the local customs, so he was willing to cooperate.

Compared to how busy she is, Jiuyan is much more leisurely. After all, although they are considered participants in this wedding, they are more like spectators.

There are also those who hide their little thoughts, such as Qu Ji, Shen Ji and others. They know the principle of being prepared and want to do their best in every aspect, so they "cultivate" behind closed doors in their respective courtyards, not wanting to miss too many female queens.

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The day of the big ceremony arrived in the blink of an eye.

The auspicious time is set at dusk, which gives you plenty of time and saves you the steps of going around the city to welcome the bride, so there is far less rush than the wedding day in Jingling.

"Seventh Young Master checked into the mansion last night...

"The governor attaches great importance to this marriage and has announced a three-day curfew. Night lights can be lit in the streets and people can drink and drink all night long...

"Throughout the whole day today, there were a lot of cars and horses in front of the gate, guests came in an endless stream, and other states and counties also sent envoys to congratulate..."

Youcao continued to use his true nature as an ear-reporter and informed Jiang Fusang of the news he had heard.

Hearing this, the good lady nodded with satisfaction. Hu's family is quite sincere, but it's fine as long as they don't give in to the female monarch of her family.

I guess it's time for the bride to dress up too.

The process was the same as the one in Jingling. In addition to Ji Lian and Wan Qing, there were two more women combing their hair this time, arranged by the Hu Mansion.

From getting out of the bath to changing clothes, the behavior of the two auspicious wives was exactly the same as the reaction of the good ladies and the others. They were so full of wonder that they even forgot to say auspicious words.

The Acorus and others looked in their eyes, covered their mouths and snickered.

The makeup was finally done, and several young girls walked in.

When a bride in the North gets married, she must be married by an unmarried woman of the same clan, and must be accompanied by the groom's unmarried sisters. The chief of the command, Heng, has three sisters, all of whom are already married, so they are not suitable, so they find sisters from the clan to serve as brides.

"Wow! The seventh sister-in-law is so beautiful, the seventh brother is so lucky!"

"Brother Qidao has repeatedly told us to keep him company. This is so distressing!"

The girls surrounded Jiang Fusang with laughter and laughter, some were looking closely at him, some were joking.

Jiang Fusang sat calmly, with a faint smile on his lips. He was neither ashamed nor annoyed, and made them look at him in a different light.

The auspicious time has arrived as promised.

The good lady put the mask into Jiang Fusang's hand - Mrs. Luo used the veil to fend off the ladies in the capital, but in the north, most of them still used the mask.

Amidst the cheers, Jiang Fusang was helped up, with his arms raised flat, and his hands folded in his big sleeves to hold the handle of the fan.

Following the shouts from people outside, the door opened, and the golden afterglow spread all over the floor with the dusk, all the way to the edge of the bride's skirt, like a lichen with a gold edge, and like a road leading to the light.
Chapter completed!