The Lin Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, making it very lively.
Lin Zhenbei didn't object to his father marrying a concubine. After his mother's death, his iron-rooster-like father did not flirt with women and blossomed everywhere. He always adhered to the principle of "show no mercy but no seed" and has been single to this day. And this
Zina's concubine is said to be a personal maid of the daughter of the master of Jianqi Pavilion. As for why he fell in love with that rough father, Lin Zhenbei has no way of knowing. He only knows that Jianqi Pavilion not only did not ask for a cent of the bride price
, instead paying a lot of dowry. But the second sister has always been opposed to it from the beginning to the end. However, my father is stubborn and it is worth giving up.
Even the engagement date must be set on the day Lin Zhenbei leaves for Zhenhu Mountain. In the words of Lin Tiegongji, it can save a lot of money.
Lin Zhenbei looked at the joyful courtyard, threw away the uneaten cucumber butt in his hand, clapped his hands and found Xu Qingmu who was tracing a letter written by his second sister in the room.
After the three brothers read the letter written by Lin Xue that day, the old beggar got a little wolf pen from nowhere with a pen tip like a sword. He told the young man to use this pen to copy Miss Lin Xue's letters every day in order to deepen their relationship. Xu Qingmu
He took it without saying a word and named it "Sixue". Looking at the wooden pen body and the light yellow wolf hair nib, the young boy with no talent felt like he had found a treasure, and he liked it from the bottom of his heart.
The furnishings in the house were extremely simple. Xu Qingmu stood in front of a simple table. Only the bottom of the table was covered with a thick layer of embroidered cloth. The rest of the table was dilapidated and the four legs were of different lengths.
The young man held the pen up with one hand and traced in the air five inches above the letter paper. The tip of the pen was not stained with any ink, for fear of dripping and staining the paper. Seeing Lin Zhenbei's arrival, Xu Qingmu immediately put away the embroidery cloth carefully.
He tried many times to steal his sister's letters.
Lin Zhenbei was deeply opposed to this good brother who might become his brother-in-law in the future.
How can you not resist? I'm afraid that every time a fight breaks out, this evil-minded scoundrel will say: "Your sister is awesome!"
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
The first thing he said when he walked in, Lin Zhenbei told him to give up on this idea as soon as possible. He had already asked his father to help find a good son-in-law. Xu Qingmu didn't care at all. Instead of caring about his second sister Lin Xue, it would be better to really use his heart and work for his eldest sister.
It would be better to find a son-in-law who can ride a dragon quickly. It is said that when Lin Yu was sixteen or seventeen years old, he had a crush on a scholar from the next town, and the two quickly fell in love. However, he never thought that when the scholar's family knew that the girl's surname was Lin, they decisively stopped them.
People were coming and going. He also said that as long as the two of them interacted again, the scholar's three legs would be broken. Soon after, news of the scholar's marriage came out.
The eldest sister Lin Yu did not act like a woman who cries, makes trouble, and hangs herself, but her personality is much more aggressive and she rejects many young people from the town who come to express their love. Lin Zhenbei calls this love syndrome and specially gives Xu Qingmu a slap in the face.
In this way, take the old yellow dog as an example. After being rejected by the short-haired bitch, he could only stay single. However, after being caught and beaten by the eldest sister, he didn't say a word about it.
"I'm leaving the town soon. Are we really going to Widow Buwang's house to see her daughter Wang Qianyu?" Xu Qingmu mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Zhenbei sighed.
Wang Qianyu and Lin Zhenbei were childhood sweethearts, and their relationship has always been very good. Wang Qianyu, who was two years old than Lin Zhenbei, also intended to have a happy relationship with him. But since this unscrupulous young man caught his father having a secret meeting with Widow Wang, he has been
I can't get through it psychologically.
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The wedding at the Lin Mansion was quite grand, with loud gongs and drums and loud firecrackers.
There were red flowers all the way at the door, and two rows of suonas sounded continuously. The women in the town who were watching the excitement gathered together, chirping melon seeds in and out of the black shells, lips flying up and down, talking to each other with their eyes wandering.
Stop. Gossips are poisonous to people's hearts, but the forest is so big that they can't stop the croaking of birds. The men are more likely to look at the end of the road and look at each other.
Looking forward to the arrival of the beautiful concubine, if you can happen to catch a glimpse of the rain and dew in the spring hall, it will definitely be the talk of the crowd in the past few days.
After a while, four strong men appeared in everyone's sight carrying a sedan chair with red flowers. "Here comes the bride." An unknown voice shouted, and everyone stopped what they were doing, and stretched out their heads.
View.
Then came the daily red tape, jumping into fire pits, riding saddles, and bowing in high halls.
The person sitting in the high hall was the girl who wanted to buy Xu Qingmu's old donkey at the intersection that day. Her immature face had enough mature capital.
Xu Qingmu was watching at the door, and the old beggar quietly appeared behind him: "Is the little girl sitting on the high hall beautiful? How does it compare with Lin Xue?" The old beggar rubbed his hands together habitually.
Xu Qingmu chuckled and was about to speak when he saw Lin Xue walking over with a smile. He subconsciously moved away from the old beggar and said with a serious expression: "There is no girl, I only see the bright moon in the mountains looking at me.
." Pretending. Lin Zhenbei felt itchy with hatred, but he was not educated enough, so he could only shout in a low voice, "Fuck, that's enough for six."
"Xiao Qingmu, I haven't seen you for a few days and you look handsome again." Lin Xue has very beautiful dimples, and when she smiles, there is a pointed little tiger tooth on the left side. It is true that the sandalwood mouth is slightly open, the teeth are fragrant, and the eyes are floating and the face is shining.
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Before the two of them got close, Lin Zhenbei stepped in between them: "Second sister, it's your brother and I who are leaving soon. I'm your biological brother." Lin Zhenbei looked aggrieved. Then he turned his head again.
Said to Xu Qingmu: "My second sister said that the person she likes should be the Great Sword Immortal. With one sword, all things will bow!"
Xu Qingmu grinned, a little helpless.
Second sister Lin Xue smiled and tapped Lin Zhenbei's forehead: "I never said that."
Xu Qingmu grinned again and laughed.
The etiquette in the high hall had come to an end, and the moment Lin Xiao knelt down and kowtowed, a wisp of mist over the Lin family's ancestral house poured into the body of the girl from the Sword Qi Pavilion above the high hall.
The old beggar blinked and looked at his second sister, Lin Xue, with a pityful expression. All the ancestral Yinlong Qi that originally belonged to her had ended up in his family. There is no way to bring about good or bad luck, it's all about one's own destiny.
Lin Mansion at night is still very lively and brightly lit.
Lin Zhenbei returned to the house for a long time, and when he came out, he held three letters in his hand and knocked on Xu Qingmu's door.
"I wrote a letter to the eldest sister, the second sister, and Wang Qianyu. Please help me bring it to them." Lin Zhenbei put the letter on the old table. Later, he felt that the order was wrong, so he put the letter "To Wang Qianyu" again.
Put it on top and dust it off.
Xu Qingmu nodded, put the letter away and put it in the box. He took the hairpin off his head and handed it to Lin Zhenbei.
"Taoist priests say that wearing it with you can ward off disasters. I think it's better for you to wear it," Xu Qingmu said seriously.
Looking at the hairpin engraved with "A gentleman will not save you", Lin Zhenbei smiled and said: "As a scholar, you say this, aren't you afraid that the saints of your ancestors will show up and give you a big mouth?" Lin Zhenbei pushed it back.
Then he asked: "You have read a lot, tell me what 'a gentleman will not save' means. Since you are a gentleman, why don't you save him?"
The young man took back his hairpin and said meticulously:
"The book says that a gentleman will not do anything beyond his own ability if he does not save others. If he saves others and loses his life, then he should stop and stop rescuing."
Lin Zhenbei thought carefully and said: "What if the trapped person is your relative?"
Xu Qingmu did not answer, but asked: "What about you?"
"I'd rather die than go."
That night, two twelve-year-old boys talked loudly, talking about a lot of embarrassing things in their childhood, and more about their prospects for the future.
At the end, Lin Zhenbei looked at Xu Qingmu: "Why don't you practice sword practice."
Xu Qingmu was shocked.
"That way, you can protect my sister."
The moonlight penetrated the tissue paper window and fell on the faces of the two teenagers.
The young man named Xu looked at the person in front of him and said leisurely:
"When you come back, I won't come back until you're drunk."