Bei Mingyue staggered at his feet and looked towards the person reciting the poem in surprise, only to see a frail but pretty-faced young man, holding a bright red azalea, standing in front of a house, saying affectionate words.
Reciting love poems gracefully.
"Jianjia is green, white dew is frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water..."
The number of onlookers gradually increased, and with one love poem after another, a veiled woman finally walked out of the house. The man who was still shaking his head and reciting the poem immediately straightened his eyes and stared at the person who came out.
Son, when he loosened his fingers, he heard a snap, and the bright red cuckoo fell to the dusty ground.
This man seeking marriage is quite interesting. He did not follow the rules of three matchmakers and six betrothals, but instead recited poems in public to propose marriage. Could it be that he was rejected and came up with this strategy out of desperation?
But what she wants to know even more is what kind of stunning woman can make such a handsome man so smitten that he loses his soul even before he sees her true appearance?
Bei Mingyue was curious. She followed the man's gaze and saw that the woman was wearing a beige skirt. The scarf on her face was embroidered with delicate and beautiful yellow peonies. There were many golden hairpins stuck in various directions on her head.
and a hairpin, and a bright big yellow flower pinned to her ear. What’s even more speechless is that the only exposed forehead on this woman’s face is actually covered with a large yellow flower!
This, this, this... the yellow decals on the mirror are not put on like this!
As soon as he saw the woman's dress and attire, Bei Mingyue's mouth opened wide and she was immediately dumbfounded.
This woman was dressed in yellow from head to toe, and she was so exaggeratedly dressed that if she looked at her casually, people who didn't know her would have thought she was seeing a chrysanthemum spirit. She was really seeing a ghost in broad daylight, so she was frightened!
"Puchchi——"
Bei Mingyue was still cursing, while Nangong Lin beside him burst out laughing. Most of the people watching could not help but laugh, but no one was so frightened that they screamed. It seemed that they were used to this scene.
"Miss He family! I am a scholar, Feng Qingyang. My mother died young, my father is paralyzed in bed, and my grandmother is over seventy years old..."
The frail scholar named Feng Qingyang came back to his senses, as if he had seen the dawn of hope. He quickly stepped forward, opened his mouth like a bamboo tube and poured beans, and told his life story in full.
I did not confess my eighteenth generation ancestors, but I did not forget to add at the end, "This is my eighteenth marriage proposal. I wonder if Miss He's family would like to marry me?"
Bei Mingyue's eyes widened, almost unbelievable, "This, this man... proposed to that Miss He family eighteen times?"
"Yes, this scene has long been strange in Nanxiao City. If I remember correctly, Feng Qingyang has proposed marriage to the eldest daughter of the He family at four consecutive flower festivals, but the woman has not agreed."
Nangong Lin shook his head, obviously he didn't like what Feng Qingyang did, "The eldest daughter of the He family is not a stunning person, she is even recognized by Nanxiao City... I don't know what kind of gu has Feng Qingyang got, just for He
The eldest daughter of the family has a special liking for her, and she even passed the imperial examination because of her. Unfortunately, the He family still did not accept this marriage."
"Feng Qingyang was twenty-nine years old when he won the first prize in the exam last year. He will be thirty this year. Not to mention his wife, he didn't even marry a side wife.