After washing and bathing, Zhong Qingye put on white clothes. With her permission, Yanzi opened the door and walked into the house with seven or eight maids. They all held mahogany trays with red silk brocade flowers tied on them, with neatly placed items on them.
Wearing what she will wear today.【】
Zhong Qingye looked at the stack of trays and felt as if they were one big and two big. Fortunately, today everything was taken care of by someone, she only needed to be a puppet with professional ethics.
The door was gently closed, the curtains were lowered, and the red candle was burning brightly. Zhong Qingye took off the clothes he had just put on, leaving nothing on his body except the innermost pink bellyband.
First, there was a thin, almost transparent light red underwear, then dark red, then deep red... The seven-layered red dress had gold threads on the front and hem to outline the pattern of flying bats and colorful clouds. It swayed slightly, and the enchanting lines were seduced by the golden light.
The coverings bloomed one after another on her body.
The bright red bridal gown has a very long tail starting from the third piece, and it is as bright as blood. Zhong Qingye does not understand the dress regulations of the Northern Qi Dynasty, so she wears a phoenix embroidered with gold silk on the wedding robe.
Wen raised his eyebrows slightly. The clothes looked extravagantly luxurious, but they were extremely sluggish. If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to run away.
Her eyebrows were swept with indigo, her cheeks were brushed with pink, her lips were rosy, and her lips were rosy. Zhong Qingye stared blankly at the charming face in the bronze mirror in front of her, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
The scars on the skin have disappeared, and the girl's unique white, tender and delicate skin has bright eyes, bright and lively colors, mixed with a lazy and casual look like a Persian cat. Willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, peach cheeks and pink face, they are all the same.
The charm of a bride-to-be.
However, every detail, every arc, and even every cell of this face is unfamiliar. This is not her face.
Zhong Qingye bit his lower lip subconsciously.
"Miss! What are you doing?!" A scream rang in my ears.
Zhong Qingye suddenly came back to his senses. She was a beautiful woman wearing a bronze mirror. Her plump and tender lower lip was oozing with bright red blood. She was a different color. It was not coral red or peach red. No kind of rouge would be like this.
s color.
"Miss, what's going on with you?" Yanzi took the wet soft towel from the hand of the maid on the side, bent down and gently brushed away the blood on her lips, and said distressedly: "Since you took a bath, have you
I was in a daze, and I bit my lip again this time. What happened to you?"
Zhong Qingye blinked his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the crystal skin. The girl smiled slightly and shook her head: "It's okay, are you done?"
Yanzi gave her a look of helplessness, waved to the maid on the side to touch up her lower lip, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay. Today is the most important day in the young lady's life, so don't make any mistakes."
Zhong Qingye smiled slightly and did not answer.
But it is a very important day. If she cannot make it through tonight, there will be no future for her.
A maid came around behind her and gently untied the hairpin on her head. Her black hair fell down from her shoulders like water. Zhong Qingye was just thinking about why she didn't tie her hair up when she heard the sound of the door being opened.
It was Zhong Mu who walked in. Zhong Qingye was stunned, but saw that although she was dressed in a festive dress, her brows clearly showed a look of decadence and exhaustion. She recalled that after returning home, she learned that Zhong Ying was imprisoned in Jingcheng.
After hearing the news from the temple, we can understand her mood.
Jingcheng Temple is located on a wasteland more than 200 miles due north of Jingyang City. It was funded by Qi Mo's father. It was originally used to detain those death penalty prisoners who had committed heinous crimes but could not be executed justly. Later, Qi Mu
When he came to power, he made many changes to the calendar of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He changed the life imprisonment of capital punishment prisoners to exile outside the Great Wall. Therefore, Jingcheng Temple became idle.
Later, because of the quiet environment and lack of people, the surrounding towns sent some local beggars or lunatics to be imprisoned there, and then they jointly funded a few skilled monks from Xiangguo Temple to take charge.
A temple is actually a lunatic asylum, where all kinds of mental patients are kept. Bodies who have been beaten to death are moved out of it every now and then. Although Zhong Ying was temporarily insane, she was sent to such a place.
The outcome can be imagined.
Zhong Qingye did not sympathize with her. Zhong Ying's fate was her own fault. But Zhong's mother was wrong after all. She was Zhong Ying's mother after all. For a mother, there is nothing more painful than the torture of her own daughter.
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In this matter, Zhong Qingye still had some sympathy for her more or less.
"Madam..." Several maids bowed to greet Zhong Mu. Yanzi turned around and glanced at the people around him. Soon someone came forward with a red silk tray, half-kneeling beside Zhong Qingye, and placed a
Holding a mahogany comb tied with red silk, Mother Zhong came over and untied the red silk, and nodded slightly to the group of people.
The maids walked out one by one, and the door was closed immediately. The originally crowded room suddenly became empty. Zhong Qingye didn't understand these ancient wedding festivals, so he couldn't understand what kind of trick he was playing.
Zhong Mu seemed to be a little cautious, holding the bright red wooden comb in her hand, and said rather awkwardly: "Qing'er...I...I'm here to tie your hair."
Zhong Qingye nodded, not knowing what he was feeling in his heart. He sat upright facing the bronze mirror, thought for a moment and then turned around and said: "It's just a custom. If you feel reluctant, it doesn't matter if you don't do it."
"How is that possible!" Mother Zhong immediately retorted. Before she could finish her sentence, her voice became softer again. She seemed to be afraid of offending Zhong Qingye and murmured: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing for a girl...how is it possible?"
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Zhong Qingye turned his head and looked at her quietly for a long time before saying calmly: "Then let's get started."
Zhong Mu came over, her expression gradually becoming serious. She lifted up her sleeves and carefully brushed the wooden comb in the water with rose petals. She walked behind Zhong Qingye and gently inserted it from the top of her head.
He went into her jet-black hair, combed it down slowly, and murmured.
“Once you comb your hair, you don’t have to worry about wealth;
If you comb your hair with two combs, you will be sick and worried;
If you comb your hair three times, you will have more children and a longer life;
Then comb your comb to the end, and raise your eyebrows again;
The two combs are combed to the tail, and they fly together together;
Three combs are combed to the end; the knot will always be tied to the same heart;
There is a beginning and a tail, there is wealth and honor.”
Red silk spreads in the silent wedding room, and slender red candles are lit with bright candlelight. Zhong Qingye sits in front of the bronze mirror. In his ears is the voice of Zhong Mu, who is getting hoarse. The last sound is trembling, and she is gradually choking, sentence by sentence.
Reciting traditional auspicious words, the thick teeth of the wooden comb scraped his scalp, leaving a fine and dense numbness. Zhong Qingye lowered his eyes lightly, and a fleeting light flashed away.
"Have you had enough acting?" Before Mother Zhong's last comb reached the bottom, the girl's indifferent voice sounded without warning.