amaotonovel Chapter 1088 Do you dare to grow old with me?
Chapter 1088 Do you dare to grow old with me?
The Vina tribe’s procession finally arrived.
King Zhuona and the Queen spent all their life savings, divided their private treasury into two parts, and gave them equally to their two daughters.
Hongque's dowry filled thirty carriages and was transported directly to the Duke of Huguo's Mansion in Tiema City.
The long list of gifts they brought with them showed how much they valued their daughter. The list detailed a variety of furs, gold and silver items, and gemstones, and even included a silver bell bracelet that their daughter had worn as a child.
King Juna and Queen Juna felt deeply indebted to their two daughters.
Whenever they thought about it, they would hug each other and cry. Since their abdication, although they lived a leisurely life under their son's rule, their two daughters were always reluctant to return home and became estranged from them.
They were sad, but they also supported their daughter marrying into a foreign tribe.
Although the tribe was small, the hidden plots were denser than the thorns on the grassland. Their daughter was even more beautiful than the queen in her youth. If she returned, she would be torn to pieces by those greedy eyes.
Hong Que and Tang Xinghe first bowed to heaven and earth three times on the vermilion brocade felt according to the Beiyi etiquette.
When the newlyweds turned to face their parents, Queen Zhuona personally brought out an indigo felt carpet with sun and moon totems embroidered in gold thread that sparkled brightly in the candlelight.
After the newlyweds knelt down, the white-haired old priest walked out slowly holding an eagle feather bell.
Every time the bell rang, an attendant would add a spoonful of sandalwood to the incense burner. The deep chanting and the green smoke intertwined and rose to the dome.
This kind of regulation has always been used by the Vina tribe only for the wedding of the legitimate princess.
Queen Zhuona could no longer control herself, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
She and King Zhuona looked at each other, then suddenly straightened her clothes and hat and bowed deeply towards the seats of the two countries' retired emperors.
That is the most solemn "Nine Knocks to the Sun Ceremony" of the Vina tribe.
They touched the ground with their foreheads nine times, and each time they stood up they raised their hands above their heads, palms upward, to receive divine grace.
Every time she kowtowed, the coral beads on her forehead sank deeply into the felt carpet. During the nine kowtows, the silver bells on Queen Zhuona's temples had already lost their rhythm.
This gift was originally used to worship the Eternal Heaven, but today it was used as an exception to express gratitude. They were thanking the nobleman present for protecting their precious daughter over the years.
Hong Que heard the unusual noise and quietly lifted a corner of the veil to look.
At this moment, she stood in the middle of the wedding hall and suddenly her throat choked.
It turns out that she is also a child who is truly cherished in the palm of her hand.
Over the years, Hong Que always thought that having his wife's love was enough and that he didn't lack the little love from his parents at all.
Because of her parents' cowardice in the past, her sister Mu Sang suffered a lot of grievances, which made her feel somewhat resentful.
She didn't say it, but her unwillingness to set foot in the tribe was enough to show how much resistance she had in her heart.
Hongque never feels guilty about this.
She didn't return to the tribe herself, nor did she let her sister Mu Sang go back.
In her heart, Hong Que actually hated the people in the tribe for humiliating her beautiful sister in that way.
She once told Mu Sang, "If Madam were here, there's no way I would be bullied like that."
"If the lady were here, she would have kicked Booth out long ago."
"If the lady were here..."
Another of her arguments was, "We in the North Wing have no room for people like that!"
Our North Wing is so great, as if there is no bad person in the entire North Wing, and there is bright moon and fresh breeze everywhere.
Hong Que never coveted Bei Yi's wealth and glory, but rather coveted the peace and happiness of being with his wife.
She felt at peace sleeping through the night, without having to worry about being scolded, with enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear. The lady and the sisters always affectionately called her "Little Red Magpie".
She lives a happy life.
She was a free bird in front of her lady.
Hong Que remembered that year when she was kidnapped in Gongcheng.
She wasn't afraid at all.
At that time, she was counting on her fingers and thinking that the Madam must be mobilizing troops at this moment, Tang Xinghe should have ridden out of the city, and Ye Baoer must have followed her scent.
What was she afraid of? As she had expected, nothing could happen. Ye Baoer came to rescue her, Tang Xinghe came to rescue her, and her wife sealed off the entire city for her.
She was the treasure in the lady's hand. This was what she coveted from the beginning to the end.
Hong Que firmly believed that justice would prevail in the land of Beiyi. The law would eventually fall like a guillotine, wiping out all injustice.
This is a sense of security that their Vina tribe can never give them.
The prince consort once told Hongque that this was called faith.
But at this moment, the snow-white hair on my father's temples pierced my eyes, and the fine wrinkles on my mother's forehead were deeper than any knife cuts.
Hong Que watched them bow reverently to the two supreme rulers, offering their thanks. The kneeling figures trembled slightly in the mist of sandalwood, and every ring of the silver bell seemed to knock on the door of her heart.
The icy peak that had been standing in my heart for many years suddenly turned into a warm current that soaked through the wedding dress embroidered with twin lotus flowers.
It turned out that the desire in her heart had never disappeared, but was buried too deep by the wind and sand of time.
After her parents got up, Hong Que grabbed the hem of her wedding dress and ran towards her mother, sobbing.
She threw herself into her mother's soft embrace and buried her head deep in her mother's neck, "Mom!"
The voice was so soft, delicate, and more intimate than ever before, "Mother, thank you and Father for coming."
Hong Que didn't care whether her parents came or not. She even raised objections when her wife suggested sending someone to invite them.
She said the journey was too far and they were too old to come. She also said that if there was a chance in the future, we could go back to the tribe and hold a ceremony.
But the lady pointed out that she was just fooling around and had never thought about going back to the tribe to get it done.
Madam said, "The grace of birth and raising are all karma in the blood. As a human being, unless there is a life-and-death feud, one must always show some respect."
At this moment, Hong Que was extremely grateful that he had listened to his wife's advice and invited his parents to participate in the most important moment of his life.
So, perfection.
After the ceremony, the newlyweds enter the bridal chamber.
The red candle burned brightly, and Tang Xinghe picked up the gilded scale rod and found that his hands were shaking even more violently than when he was drawing the bow on the battlefield.
The moment the veil was lifted, all the bright pearls in the room dimmed.
The candle flame seemed to hold its breath.
His bride was of extraordinary beauty.
Tang Xinghe's breathing stopped.
When Hong Que raised his eyes, he vaguely saw the brightest morning glow from the grasslands shining into the bridal chamber. The phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the wedding gown seemed to have drooped its wings, and even the twin peonies on the desk had shyly folded their petals.
Her stunning appearance struck his bright and deep pupils.
Tang Xinghe's voice was hoarse, "If there is an afterlife, you will be in my dreams."
Hong Que smiled. He remembered asking him, "General Tang, do you dream of me?"
At that time, he didn't answer.
But she was angry with him, "I have never dreamed about General Tang either."
In fact, she lied. Over the years, she often dreamed of him drawing his bow and arrow.
In his dream, he was the young man who shouted "Long bow is full, long wind is broken".
She was the little girl running around the field, her eyes following his figure... Hong Que raised her eyes and smiled, then asked him in a choked voice, "General Tang, do you dare to grow old with me, never parting?"
Tang Xinghe felt a warmth in his chest, and he knelt on one knee in front of her, his eyes slightly moist, "I dare!"
It is true that when the red magpies sing, spring is at its most beautiful. The moon beneath the eyebrows, the clouds beside the temples, flap their wings and soar into the sky, sharing the bright stars. Thousands of rouge dots condense into a joyous decree, and nine-day flower rain greets the dawn.
I pray to the Jade Terrace with three wishes: one is that the wind is gentle, two is that your face is beautiful, and three is that the candles are always bright and the moon is beautiful, shining on the two phoenixes for a thousand years.