The drunk Tang Mingjing entered the bridal chamber under the push of everyone.
After the banquet, he was already drunk and a little dazed, and he was a little swaying when he walked.
On the wedding bed, the bride's head was covered with a hijab, and she had been sitting there waiting for a long time.
Tang Mingjing sat at the table, drank a cup of tea, shook his head and sobered up a little.
The bride under the hijab pursed her lips, feeling a little anxious. She was afraid of opening the hijab at the moment, holding the corners of her clothes with her hands, and her heart was beating fast.
Tang Mingjing turned to look at the bride on the wedding bed.
He couldn't help but feel a little cautious, because he had never really seen what this girl looked like before, and he hadn't even said a word to her.
Tang Mingjing coughed twice and said: "There are many guests, so it will inevitably delay us for a while."
The bride lowered her head and clasped her hands, not knowing how to answer.
Tang Mingjing paused and said, "Isn't it time to lift the hijab?"
Seeing that the bride was silent, he said, "You didn't speak, so you acquiesced."
Tang Mingjing stretched out his hand and picked up the wedding scale on the side.
But at this moment, the bride stretched out her hand and stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Tang Mingjing asked.
The bride said: "Young Master Tang and I have never met each other, or even met. This marriage is also arranged by the elders. If Young Master Tang feels unwilling after lifting the hijab..."
"Then let's give up today's matter. I will return to my village. Mr. Tang can also marry someone else."
Tang Mingjing was stunned for a moment when he heard this and asked, "You don't want to?"
"no."
The bride said, "I'm afraid Mr. Tang won't be willing. In short, I'll make a decision after you lift the hijab."
Tang Mingjing thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"good."
He held the wedding scale and slowly lifted the bride's hijab. The face under the hijab was gradually revealed and fell into Tang Mingjing's eyes.
The drunk Tang Mingjing looked at the appearance of the person in front of him.
She has a little red lips, her skin is as solid as jade, and there is a little red cinnabar mole in the corner of her eye, which looks lovely.
I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and murmured: "It's actually a bit prettier than in the portrait..."
Zhuang, who was a little anxious and uneasy, was stunned for a moment.
nice?
She raised her head and looked at Tang Mingjing and asked, "Is the young master drunk?"
Tang Mingjing said: "If you are not good-looking, how many good-looking women are there in the world?"
Mr. Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief: "Master, please take a closer look, I..."
Tang Mingjing couldn't help but feel a little confused after hearing what she said, and asked: "What doubts do you have in your heart?"
Mr. Zhuang stretched out his hand, pointed to the side of his face, and said, "Young master, can't you see the scar on my face?"
Tang Mingjing was stunned for a moment and asked: "Scar? Where did the scar come from?"
Ms. Zhuang paused when she heard this. She still thought it was Tang Mingjing who was drunk and dizzy, so she reached out and touched the side of his face.
"that is……"
But before she could say anything, she was stunned again.
Wherever you point, your skin is as smooth as jade...
Mr. Zhuang quickly stood up and picked up the bronze mirror on the table.
When she saw the face of the person in the mirror, she immediately froze.
"How could..."
Mr. Zhuang stroked the side of his face, his eyes full of disbelief.
Tang Mingjing also woke up from the alcohol at this time.
He walked up and asked, "Do you have scars on the side of your face?"
Mrs. Zhuang came back to her senses and looked at Tang Mingjing. She pursed her lips and said, "I dare not hide it from you, Master. A few years ago, there was a flood in the house, and a burning beam hit my face. Although it was not serious, it
But it also ruined my appearance."
"My father kept this matter secret from the outside world. He made several engagements. When the other parties saw the scars on my face, they mostly shook their heads. However, those people were afraid of my father's status as a tax envoy and never told anyone about my disfigurement.
, so for all these years, I still have not married."
After hearing this, Tang Mingjing completely sobered up and said: "I was busy with business at that time, so the engagement was just verbal, so, so..."
Mr. Zhuang lowered his head and said, "I hid the truth from the young master. If the young master feels that I have deceived the young master, the marriage can be canceled. I will go back and explain the matter to my father."
"only……"
She raised her head, touched the side of her face, and said, "Why do I have this scar..."
"Before I even took off the hijab, you made it clear and gave Tang a choice. For Tang, this is not considered deception. As for your scar..."
When Tang Mingjing said this, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he was worshiping and serving tea.
"But still remember that splash of tea?"
Mr. Zhuang paused for a moment, recalling the shake of tea that Mr. Chen shook off during the day.
Her eyes widened and she said, "That gentleman..."
Tang Mingjing stretched out his hand, took her up, and said: "This is Mr. Chen's wedding gift to you and me, but you must remember that this matter cannot be spread to outsiders. If anyone asks, just say that it was treated by a famous doctor.
As for Mr. Chen..."
"In the future, you will gradually understand."
At this moment, Ms. Zhuang's heart was full of joy, doubts and curiosity, all of which were piled together, and she could hardly even speak.
Tang Mingjing smiled and said, "Is it time to call me husband?"
When Mr. Zhuang heard this, a slight blush appeared on his face.
She lowered her head, showing her daughterly attitude.
"Husband..."
.
.
Seeing that the wedding banquet was about to end, Chen Changsheng thought that he didn't need to bother saying hello.
With Mr. Tang's temperament, he will probably have to go out to see him off again, so it would be better to let the excitement subside slowly.
Yunxiang seemed to understand what her husband meant and asked, "Are you leaving, sir?"
"Um."
Chen Changsheng said: "I still have important things to do, so I can't stay for a long time."
Yunxiang held Hongjin's hand and said, "I'll take Mr. out of the house."
Chen Changsheng stood up and took a look at the lively banquet. By this time, people were gradually leaving.
He got up and walked out, arriving at the entrance of Tang Mansion.
Yunxiang walked behind holding Hongjin, her eyes always on her husband.
Hong Jin raised her head and glanced at this sister, and she probably had a guess in her heart.
"That's it." Chen Changsheng said.
Yunxiang nodded slightly and asked: "Sir, the mountains are high and the road is far away. I don't know when I will see you again."
Chen Changsheng said: "You don't have to wait for Chen. Maybe Chen will come again one day. In fact..."
"When Chen came here, he thought for a long time about breaking off this fate. But when I heard what you said, I suddenly realized that this fate can't be broken off just by Chen."
Yunxiang's persistence is something that even Chen Changsheng can't change.
If the outcome cannot be changed, then it is better to try to accept it. Although life is difficult, it is not like Zhuqi who had to wait for more than three hundred years...
Rather than letting her miss you for the rest of her life, it would be better to leave her with some thoughts.
This is the only thing Chen Changsheng can do.
Yunxiang laughed after hearing this, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes unconsciously.