The twenty-second day of the seventh month is suitable for marriages and sacrifices.
The weather was good, and the bright sun lasted all day until dusk. When the sun gradually set to the west, the royal family and guests all came to the courtyard of the mansion where the ancestors' tablets were enshrined.
After waiting for a while, Wang Guang came with his daughter Wang Cen and went straight into the temple. Wang Cen walked slowly, holding a large hand fan to cover her face. She could not see her appearance, but she was wearing a black wedding dress.
She looked very good, and the dark black dress made her figure slim and very dignified.
The family members began to worship their ancestors, pay tributes, burn incense, kowtow, recite sacrificial inscriptions, and burn slips. They were busy for a while, and the temple was shrouded in smoke. When the work was done, everyone walked out of the temple, leaving only the king.
Mr. and Mrs. Guang and three other people.
Wang Xuanji was also among the crowd leaving the temple. Seeing such a solemn scene, she felt a little complicated.
At this time, many nobles wore white at their weddings, and the etiquette was also very casual, which meant that Sanxuan returned to his original nature. However, the married women of the Wang family still followed the old rules and wore black. Only this was in line with Wang Xuanji's wishes, and she was not too
I like those things that are fashionable in metaphysics.
The air is filled with the scent of tributes and incense, and because the weather is a bit hot, the slightly sour smell of sweat from people's bodies makes people feel that they continue to stay in the atmosphere of sacrifice.
Just like this dark smell, Wang Xuanji felt a little sour in her heart. The matter had reached this point, and she had long understood that she could only let it go like this, and she should bless you. It's no big deal. Now that she is her niece and son-in-law, she should just treat her as her niece.
Nothing happened. Nothing happened in the first place. You can still interact with each other normally in the future.
But Wang Xuanji couldn't control her feelings. She was in a depressed mood anyway. All she could control was her own words and deeds.
Maybe my mother is right. She, Wang Xuanji, started out with jealousy. Who told him that a good-looking man with good looks and both civil and military skills would be so attentive to a dancer? He specialized in writing poems, hosting banquets, and giving gifts.
.That Chao Yun was still showing off in front of her, which made Wang Xuanji feel very uncomfortable, and later they met him twice by accident.
At first, those things were just a small flutter, a little heartbeat, of course not to the point of not marrying him unless he was the one. Wang Xuanji didn't even think that it was just a tacky love between a man and a woman. However, letting a person enter her heart was like a
If a seed falls into the soil with rich moisture, it cannot be allowed to ferment and water for too long, otherwise it will sprout and grow.
If he had married someone else earlier, it might be easier for Wang Xuanji to let go and not have too many feelings. Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, the time of missing each other from time to time dragged on for a long time, as long as a year or two, and they became like each other.
I have known him for a long time, met him many times, and am already a very familiar and friendly person.
Sometimes, this kind of situation is more likely to cause people to become obsessed with it than an acquaintance whom they meet often. Because if they see it rarely and think about it often, people will use their imagination to supplement those imperfect things in their minds.
.Isn’t it wonderful for people who already have a good impression to imagine supplementary things?
Of course, you must first remember that person. Usually people who have only met once or twice will be forgotten as time goes by.
But the matter has come to this, and Wang Xuanji has given up. Today's etiquette seems to be to announce the end of her subtle longing for the past two years. The strange things that are as elusive and pervasive as catkins should end. There is no tearing.
There was no heart-wrenching cry, only a secret sadness, as if nothing had happened.
After a long time, there were small voices in the crowd. Wang Xuanji turned around and saw Qin Zhongming coming. He had his hair tied and a crown, wearing new black clothes, holding a big white goose in his hand, and strode straight to the Wang family to offer sacrifices.
We walked towards the gate of the ancestral temple. The big white goose was still alive. It felt uncomfortable being twisted. It was kicking its legs and struggling, but there was a rope tied to its legs.
Although someone had told people in advance that they should be silent when welcoming people, at this time everyone couldn't help but talk quietly while bowing. They probably said something like, the groom is good-looking. Qin Zhongming has a tall and tall figure.
He is tall, has a dignified and handsome face, and has fair skin. The black robe he wears makes his whole person fresh and tidy. He also has a simple temperament and his walking posture is also very calm and elegant.
Isn't it normal for women to have a favorable impression of a man with such an appearance?
Wang Guang and his wife Mrs. Xue walked out of the temple gate and met Qin Zhongming who was holding a white goose. The couple bowed to Qin Zhongming and walked into the wide open temple gate together.
Qin Zhongming held the goose in his hand, but did not return the gift outside the door. After entering the temple, he put the goose on the ground. When Wang Guang and his wife stood next to the ancestral tablet, Qin Zhongming returned the gift, this time with a big ceremony.
I saw Qin Zhongming kneeling on the ground first, spreading his legs behind him, and then pressing his hands together with his palms facing inward. As his hands bowed downward, his head slowly kowtowed to the ground. Finally, his hands were pressed on the ground in front of his knees, and his head
Touch the back of the hand. Slowly and continuously kowtow twice. When the head touches the back of the hand for the first time, he should pause for a while, and then kowtow again.
There was an old man in black clothes beside him, chanting in a long voice: "Bow... Then bow to the head of Ji, the ceremony is complete."
After such a solemn gift, Wang Guang stretched out his hand and said: "Please get up."
Qin Zhongming stood up, and then Wang Cen walked over slowly. Qin Zhongming went up to hold her hand and walked out the door. Mrs. Xue choked with sobs: "Your Majesty!"
Wang Cen, who was holding the fan, turned his head slightly and said nothing. Wang Guang put his hand on the back of Mrs. Xue's hand and patted her gently.
Mrs. Xue's call made Wang Xuanji, who was watching, a little sad. Her nose felt sore, and she hurriedly held it back. After a while, Wang Xuanji entered a state of semi-sleep, losing consciousness of everything around her.
I don’t know how the two newcomers got out.
I don't know how long it took, but Wang Xuanji came back to her senses amid a burst of noise. She looked up and saw that the people standing solemnly and neatly on both sides of the yard had now become a mess. Many servants were moving tables and mats over.
, to entertain guests for a meal.
Wang Xuanji walked forward expressionlessly and walked aimlessly for a few steps. Then she remembered that she was a female member of the Wang family and was not eating here. She turned around and walked towards the courtyard door. When she turned around to look, she could no longer see the sun.
.The remaining light after the sun sets is also blocked by the attic wall of the mansion.
The sunlight was taken away from the ground, leaving only dim shadows, and the air seemed to cool down.
After the brief but solemn ceremony, for Wang Xuanji, life seemed to have returned to normal. It was calm, a little boring, and even tasteless.