"One comb until you are old, two combs until your hair is as white as your eyebrows..."
The red candle trembled slightly, the lamp shadow swayed, and the old voice swallowed with a hint of forbearance.
In front of the ancient bronze mirror, a beautiful-looking woman sat calmly. Her bright red wedding dress was very eye-catching. Behind her, a white-haired old woman was tremblingly holding a peachwood comb to take care of her three thousand green hair.
"Grandma...why are you crying?" the woman asked the old woman softly.
The old woman wiped her tears secretly and said with a forced smile: "Grandma didn't cry. The young lady got married today. Grandma is very happy!"
"Grandma, don't cry. When I get married, this house will be left to you. Grandma is a good person, so she won't have to worry about not having enough to eat in the future." The woman comforted her with a smile.
"Miss..." the old woman lamented, but she hesitated to speak.
The woman didn't seem to notice the old woman's mournful mood. She looked at the half-burned red candle beside her and urged softly: "Grandma, hurry up, the sedan will be here soon."
The old woman picked up the peachwood comb, holding a strand of black hair in her rough hand, and her voice became more and more choked: "After three combs, the ground is full of children and grandchildren, and after four combs, I meet a noble person..."
"Bride! The sedan chair has arrived!" A sedan bearer shouted from outside the door.
The woman's red lips parted, a faint smile unfolded, and she urged: "Grandma, hurry up."
"With nine combs and nine children, everything is possible; with ten combs, a couple will grow old..." The old woman swallowed more, rolled up her hair, and slowly inserted the last golden hairpin.
"Grandma's hair is so beautifully combed." The woman chuckled and stood up.
"Miss..." The old woman knelt down on the ground and called her sadly, her cloudy eyes filled with tears for a while, "Miss, don't get married, don't get married..."
"Grandma." She helped the old woman up and said with a chuckle: "I have been waiting for him for ten years. She is an old girl. If he doesn't dislike her, I have to marry her."
The woman covered her head with a red hijab, lifted up her skirt and stepped onto the sedan.
Through the sedan window, she could see people all over the capital, watching the long procession on the street to welcome the bride. Today, everyone in the capital knew that Wei Zi was going to marry Du Yunrou.
A faint smile appeared on her lips, she was getting married.
She has waited ten years for today.
When she was eighteen years old, she asked him if he wanted to marry her, but he told her to wait. He said that he had not finished his career and had no face to start a family.
Later, he went on an expedition with the army and stayed there for three years.
At the age of twenty-one, she asked him again if he wanted to marry her. He said yes, but he also said that he would wait until he became famous and then let everyone in the capital know that he married her.
When the Southern Barbarians invaded, he went out again for another three years.
He followed the general, gained fame in the first battle, and became a deputy general. At a young age, he became famous.
When she was twenty-five years old, she asked him for the third time if he wanted to marry Du Yunrou.
He smiled bitterly and said that he couldn't get married because the Southern Barbarians were still in peace and he didn't know when he would go to war next.
He said, Du Yunrou, please get married. She just laughed and refused to marry. I will wait. If I wait, it will be another three years and she will be twenty-eight.
Today, I am finally getting married.
She is the oldest daughter-in-law in the capital. Even though she has been criticized by the public for ten years in the capital, today, she still got into the sedan chair with great grace.
Wei Zidu, look, everyone in the capital knows that you are going to marry Du Yunrou. She chuckled under the red hijab.
The sedan chair stopped, and she was helped down. What came to greet her was a group of soldiers in armor.
"Miss Du, this is General Wei's saber." There was a touch of respect in the soldier's eyes, and he presented the broad sword to her with both hands.
Du Yunrou took it and held it in her arms. The broadsword was heavy and cold, so cold that there was no trace of warmth.
The man didn't come back, but the knife did.
She held the knife and walked slowly into the wedding hall.
There were people outside and inside the hall, and it was supposed to be lively. When she came in, there was no sound for a moment.
Everyone looked at her, and she knew that they all pitied her. But she didn't feel that she was pitiful. Du Yunrou was going to get married, to Wei Zidu.
She had already made up her mind. When he came back this time, she would marry him no matter whether he married or not. She thought of thousands of excuses, but he only came back with a message. All her excuses
, it was all blocked in the chest.
The guards were all dead, on the battlefield or under the hooves of horses.
I heard that no dead body is left intact.
She touched the cold handle of the knife and smiled lightly. He always had a way to block her words, but this time, she wanted to marry him.
In the wedding hall, there stood a tall man with a handsome face. The man looked at her with a lot of emotion on his face.
She blessed him, "Are you General Qin Yuan?"
He nodded, "It's Qin."
"Zidu has mentioned the general in the past. He respects the general very much. Both the daughter of the common people and Zidu's parents have passed away at an early age. Today, I am bold and want to ask the general to be a witness in the high hall." She said lightly.
Qin Yuan looked at her deeply and sighed, "Actually, you don't have to embarrass yourself like this..."
She touched the scabbard and smiled tenderly under the red hijab, "General, please bear witness. Zidu will definitely be very happy."
Qin Yuan sighed, stepped up to the high hall seat, and nodded to the etiquette officer beside him.
"Bow down to heaven and earth!" the ceremonial officer shouted.
The wedding hall fell silent. She held the broad knife in her arms and slowly knelt down towards the outside of the hall and bowed.
Inside and outside the wedding hall, someone cried quietly. Every gesture of this woman in a red wedding dress was calm and firm. Her act of getting married today was obviously so stupid, but it left no trace of ridicule. She was only gentle and gentle.
One bow, but it was deeply engraved in everyone's heart. This was an infatuated woman. She had been waiting for ten years, but in the end she only waited for a sword.
"Second worship!" She stood up, turned around, and was about to kneel down again, but was held back by a pair of palms.
"It's still too late for you to regret it now." The man sitting in the high hall supported her and said with a complicated expression.
She smiled quietly, moved her elbow that was held by him, knelt down, and bowed calmly. "Husband and wife bow to each other!" the ceremony official shouted.
The whole hall was silent, Du Yunrou turned sideways and bowed to the air.
Originally, the etiquette officer arranged for a substitute to worship with her, but she stopped him.
There is no need for a substitute, she firmly believes that he is there.
"Send her to the bridal chamber!" she shouted the last time, and in the silence of the room, she held the broad knife and quietly went to the wedding room.
The red candle was beating, and the air in the room was a bit cold. She sat on the wedding bed, holding a broad knife, as if waiting for something. After a long time, she sighed softly.
She knew he wouldn't come.
She lifted the red hijab with her bare hands, held the broad knife in her arms and looked at it carefully.
She recognized this sword. Six or seven years ago, when he brought this sword to her, the pride on his face could not be concealed. He said that this sword was his military merit and the general rewarded it for his good work.
knife.
He liked this knife so much that after his death, his soul must have attached itself to the knife.
She touched the scabbard carefully, with a gentle smile on her lips, "When I marry you, I will be yours, Zidu, just wait for me."
She slowly pulled out the broad knife, her eyes dazzled by the bright blade, and two lines of tears fell from her eyes.
It is said that the more dead souls are killed by the sword, the brighter the blade becomes.
I heard that if you have too much blood debt, you will be chased by ghosts when you go to hell.
Zidu, are you afraid?
She placed the broad knife across her neck and closed her eyes calmly.
Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you.
"Zheng!" The sound of weapons clashing exploded in her ears. She only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and the broadsword was knocked to the ground.
The wooden door was knocked open with a bang, and the man sitting in a wheelchair at the door looked at her coldly. This chapter has been completed!