Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 86: Wedding Dress (5)
"You are going to get married tonight, don't sleep anymore!" Duanmucui said each word slowly and loudly.Zhang Wenxiang seemed to understand better, and hummed something again, saliva dripping down his mouth.

Duanmucui sighed: "Zhan Zhao, let's go decorate the new house."

The two walked through the corridor to the backyard. The wind blew on the tip of the grass, making strange noises, as if an indescribable animal was chasing their steps in the dark.

Duanmucui was a little nervous and couldn't help but look back.

"That Zhang Wenxiang," she suddenly lowered her voice, "I heard that when he was young, he was a genius."

"When was that?" Zhan Zhao's voice was very soft.

"I don't know. During the turmoil, the world was initially settled, or not yet. Zhan Zhao, he looks a hundred years old."

One hundred years old?Zhan Zhao laughed, if that was the case, then when he was young, there was no Great Song in this world.

"Jing Rong said that Zhang Wenxiang wrote a good word, and the diction is so wonderful that he won't let Empress Li—Jing Rong is the lingering thought attached to Caixiu."

Empress Li?Disobedience?The king of a subjugated country, who was humiliated for half his life, only washed his face with tears day and night, and looked up to others, and couldn't even protect the people next to his pillow.It was rumored that Taizong coveted Empress Xiao Zhou's beauty, and forced Empress Xiao Zhou to stay in the palace several times. Every time Empress Xiao Zhou came back, she would cry and scold.

Speaking of it all happened in the previous generation, Zhan Zhao heard a little about it when he first came out of the rivers and lakes.He is not keen to inquire about these private matters, but he is deeply contemptuous of those who bully weak women, and when he entered the temple later, he was even more silent about the royal affairs. If Duanmucui hadn't suddenly mentioned Empress Li, he would not have remembered this section.

It's just that Empress Li has many talents and humiliation, and half his life has been miserable. It may not be a good sign to compare Empress Li to Zhang Wenxiang.What's more, during the time of war and chaos, literati were as cheap as rushes, and countless people died.

I don't know how this piece of text can support me to come to this old, desolate and disgusting late stage.

"Jing Rong is Zhang Wenxiang's wife who has never been married. When the two families were fleeing, they encountered bandits and hurriedly went their separate ways. They agreed to go back to the old house to reunite and get married at that time. After that, Jing Rong went through untold hardships. Bringing a girl back to the old house, the two sold some belongings and struggled to support themselves, just waiting for Zhang Wenxiang to return. Who knew that they waited and waited, but they never saw him return, and they didn't know what happened.

"It's also fate and disaster. A villain from the left side coveted Jing Rong's beauty, and deceived her to be helpless. After searching for one night, he entangled a group of people, ransacked the house, ruined Jing Rong, and even murdered her to silence her. "

Zhan Zhao stopped abruptly and shouted angrily, "Bastard!"

Duanmucui also stopped, stared blankly at Zhan Zhao for a while, then lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to cover the crack on the paper of the lantern.Her gaze was also a little dazed, and it took a long time before she said softly: "I don't know why, even though Black and White Impermanence took her away, there is still a ray of remembrance left behind.

"She has been staying in this house, leaning on the gate every day waiting for Zhang Wenxiang to return, so that she can get married." Speaking of this, a sneering smile crossed her lips, "I don't know how many years I have been waiting for. , in six or seventy years, that Zhang Wenxiang will come back."

Her voice was a little trembling: "It's really strange. Since he is alive, why hasn't he come back for so long? What's so great about holding him and tripping him, it will take so long for six or seventy years?"

Zhan Zhao is silent.

"Jing Rong finally waited for him. She was so happy that she thought she could finally get married. But she is not human, and Zhang Wenxiang couldn't see her or hear her voice, so she attached Caixiu's body and went to Zhang Luo The marriage between himself and Zhang Wenxiang.

"I talked to Jing Rong. She is a young lady from a rich family. She is assertive and sensible, but for some reason, she seems to be paranoid about this matter. Why hasn't Zhang Wenxiang come back for so many years? What happened, she didn't ask anything, her mind was only on getting married."

Duanmu Cui paused for a moment, her breathing was very rapid and her chest heaved violently: "Zhan Zhao, you have seen that Zhang Wenxiang, he is already too old and demented, he doesn't know what to say to him, just A puppet at the mercy of others. He can't speak clearly, he can't remember anything, why does Jing Rong want to marry such a person?"

In the darkness, her eyes were particularly bright, as if they were filled with tears.

"I was thinking, this piece of text, maybe I got married and had children elsewhere, and lived a stable life for many years. Who knew that I was old and dejected and had no one to rely on, so I returned home very tired. I went back to the old house to have a look. It was not at all. For the promise he made with Jing Rong back then, how could he remember to marry Jing Rong!

"Who knows that Jingrong just got into this corner. I don't allow her to possess Caixiu's body, and I want to knock her out of reincarnation. She begged me hard, saying that even if her soul is gone, she must get married first. She waited for so long , she begged me to give her some more time to get married.

"Zhan Zhao, tell me, why did she get married? What's the point? That Zhang Wenxiang, that person who is about to die, some talented person, some wonderful poems, they're all... fart!"

She held back for a long time, then suddenly cursed.

Zhan Zhao smiled, and said softly, "Then you agreed to her? Not only that, but you also ran around for them, arguing about their marriage."

"I'm not doing it for them." Duanmucui retorted hastily, "I just feel pitiful for Jing Rong, who sees everything else clearly, but this matter alone is so annoying!" Speaking of the word hateful, She bit her lip, and suddenly strode forward, kicking open the hall door angrily.The old door squeaked and fell inward, causing choking dust to rise, Duanmucui took two steps back and coughed a few times.

Zhan Zhao took a few steps, took the lantern from Duanmucui's hand, and inserted it obliquely on the high part of the other door leaf.The wind lamp swayed a few times, and the shadow of the lamp fluctuated from big to small. Through the light, he saw thick dust, tattered curtains, and a layer of cobwebs on the high corner of the house.

"How to arrange this?" Zhan Zhao was a little dazed. It is not impossible to turn such a place into a new house, but it is definitely not a one-time achievement.

Duanmucui looked at him strangely: "How should I clean up? It's good to have a new house."

She spread the cloth bag in her bosom on the ground, untied the cloth bag wrapped in the red curtain, and pulled up one end of the curtain cloth: "Can this be hung on the beam?"

Zhan Zhao looked up at the beam, and was about to speak, when she shook her head and said, "There is no hook, so I can't hang it."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case, you take the curtain up, and I'll hang it up."

Duanmucui was dubious, thought for a while and said, "You said it!"

Before she finished speaking, she moved lightly and flew towards the beam. The red mantle in her hand unfolded, and the bright red silk cloth stretched all the way up, as if paving a sparkling road to the sky.

In an instant, she had jumped over the girder, put the curtain in her hand on the girder casually, and said narrowly, "Zhan Zhao, it's your turn."

The silk cloth was soft and slippery, and there was no way it could hold it up. Almost at the same time as she opened her mouth, the curtain cloth hanging on the beam had slid down.Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, his cuffs drooped slightly, and he flicked his wrist, but saw a cold light in his sleeve, and an inch-long sleeve arrow pierced through the air, the momentum was as fast as a shooting star, but the strength was well controlled, piercing through the veil , but did not pierce it, but brought up the sagging tendency of the curtain cloth, and with a soft squeak, it was firmly nailed into the beam, almost without feathers.Looking up, it's like a rivet is nailed.

Duanmucui was stunned for a moment, and then showed her face: "Zhan Zhao, this is good, you come again."

While speaking, she held up the other end of the curtain and flew to the other side of the beam.This time Zhan Zhao moved faster than her, his wrist turned like lightning, several sleeve arrows flew away in the air, and when Duanmucui jumped down, the last sleeve arrow just finished shooting.

When I looked up, I saw that the red curtains were stretched out on the huge beams, and there was a sleeve arrow riveted every ten feet, which separated the ruler curtain cloth into half-moon-shaped hanging curtains, which were still shaking slightly, against the shadow of wind lanterns, Suddenly, there was a bit of joy overflowing.

Duanmu Cui was overjoyed: "Zhan Zhao, how did you think of it?"

Zhan Zhao smiled but did not answer, put down the cloth bag in his hand, and when he unwrapped it, he saw not only the curtained wedding dress, but also a large stack of happy words, presumably it was a gift from the clothes shop.

Duanmucui rolled up the sleeves on both sides: "Zhan Zhao, help me paste the happy words on it."

"How to paste it? You don't even have paste."

"Yes, it's also in the baggage." She trotted over, squatted down to check a few bundles, and then repeatedly yelled, "I missed it!"

Zhan Zhao looked down, and saw that the paste was packed in a bowl, wrapped with several layers of oil paper, and tied with a string.

"It's only missing a little bit, it doesn't matter." Zhan Zhao divided the stack of happy words in half and gave her, "You stick it here."

On the window, on the lattice, on the door, and on the pillars, there are big red happy words everywhere, but Zhan Zhao is even more emotional.He also once congratulated his friend on his big wedding. At that time, firecrackers blared and gongs and drums blared. It was so festive and lively. Although the words "Happy" are pasted now, the lattice wood is rotten, the damp is moldy, and even a slight tremor on the beams and pillars will bring down the big wedding. Dust came, choking the mouth and nose astringent.

Duanmucui posted it faster than him, she went to the door and took off the lantern, put it in the middle of the hall, and carefully pasted the last happy letter in her hand on the lantern.

The originally hazy yellow light suddenly turned into a slightly drunken smoky red.

There was no place to sit, and thanks to Duanmucui's thought of it, she dragged a few squeaky chairs over, covered with red cloth, and pretended to be bed curtains.

The cold and damp dilapidated hall filled with dead air, because of the curtains, the characters of happiness, the improvised bed curtain and the lights, it actually looks like a happy hall.

Not long after the new house was ready, Caixiu arrived.She was holding a Kongming lantern in her arms, a thin bamboo stand, covered with cotton gauze, and there was a stack of bags under her armpits, including flour bags and sacks.She put down the Kongming lantern, and handed the bag to Duanmu Cui, her face, which could not even be called delicate, blushed slightly: "Miss Duanmu, this..."

"What is this for?" Duanmucui was a little confused.

"It should be spread at the door of the new house, and the bride will step on the bags one by one. This is called passing on."

Zhan Zhao looked at Caixiu, and then at Zhang Wenxiang who was drowsy in the corner. Like Duanmucui, he couldn't understand Caixiu's obsession.

But on second thought, if there were no people with obsessions, there would not be so many difficult stories.

Duanmucui didn't say much, took the bag and walked to the new house, and turned around when he reached the door: "Jing Rong."

"I know." Caixiu smiled slightly, revealing an elegance and beauty that did not match her appearance, "I won't make things difficult for Miss Duanmu. After getting married, I will leave Miss Caixiu's body right away."

Duanmu Cui hummed, turned and left.Caixiu stared at her for a long time, then turned around, with a charming and gentle look on her face.

Holding the groom's official clothes, she sat down next to Zhang Wenxiang, and said softly, "Wenxiang, we are married."

Zhang Wenxiang's eyelids drooped, he was still asleep, his throat rolled, and Gulu swallowed.

Zhan Zhao was standing not far from the side, and from the beginning to the end, Caixiu, or should I say Jing Rong, never raised his head to look at him.

In her eyes, no amount of Zhan Zhao could compare to Zhang Wenxiang in front of her, this old, dying man.

This is really the strangest and most impressive wedding that Zhan Zhao has ever experienced in his life.

There are no guests, no food, no blessings, and no future.

Jing Rong supported Zhang Wenxiang, who couldn't even walk steadily, her fiery red wedding dress was dragged on the ground, and behind her seemed to be a road mixed with thorns and blood and tears.What her life was like, Duanmucui didn't describe too much, she summed it up in a few sentences, but this road, Jing Rong has walked for more than [-] years. It didn't stop, and finally, I finally reached the new house tonight.

The red hijab completely covered her face, Zhan Zhao couldn't see her face, but he could imagine how pious she must be.

When he came to the new house, Zhang Wenxiang suddenly opened his eyes wide, they were focused for a moment, and then dimmed immediately.His clothes didn't fit very well, they were too baggy. When worn on him, it was like a skeleton covered by a toga with wide sleeves.

After all, this is Jing Rong's wedding alone, and Zhang Wenxiang is just a borrowed decoration.

There is no worship between husband and wife, and there are no complicated and cumbersome ceremonies, and they are directly sent to the bridal chamber.The door leaf was half broken, there was no door to close, Duanmucui was very knowledgeable, and went to pull Zhan Zhao: "Let's go."

When passing by the room where Zhang Wenxiang lived, she picked up the Kongming lantern.

They said they wanted to leave, but it was impossible to actually leave. They sat on the roof of the front yard, both of them silent.From this angle, one can faintly see the new house with a red shimmer in the backyard.

After an unknown amount of time, Duanmucui sighed, took the Kongming Lantern beside him and put it on his lap, leaning against Zhan Zhao's shoulder, he drew something on the Kongming Lantern with his fingers.

"What to write?" Zhan Zhao was curious.

"A spell." She lazily replied, "After Jing Rong's Cannian leaves Caixiu, she will be sheltered in this Kongming lantern and brought back to Fengdu."

"Your mana still works?"

"How does this need any mana?" Duanmucui expressed dissatisfaction with Zhan Zhao's poor imagination, "Any Taoist priest with a little knowledge will do, hey, don't move, what will I do if I move?"

As a cushion, it should naturally be as stable as loose, so as to ensure the comfort of consumers.

Old and new grudges suddenly came to mind, remembering that being a human pillow was not flattering in Mingdao, and this time he was going to be reduced to being a human cushion again, Zhan Zhao felt that he could no longer remain silent.Thousands of years later, our brother Xun shouted: If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence.Death is definitely not the path Nan Xia should choose, so Nan Xia decided to explode...

The fuse of the explosion was being ignited... suddenly!
Duanmucui leaned into his arms unexpectedly.

"That's good." She put the Kongming lantern aside, put her arms on Zhan Zhao's bent knees, and commented seriously, "It's like a chair, with armrests on both sides, and on it..."

She raised her head and met Shang Zhanzhao's gaze.

"How's it going up there?" Zhan Zhao remained expressionless.

"Above..." Duanmu Cui burst out laughing, "There is a head growing on it!"

Zhan Zhao almost fainted, he suddenly threw Duanmucui out with his arms.

He was really throwing away, and he didn't show much mercy.

So Duanmucui fell to the eaves in front of him.

Of course there was no expected bang, and with her kung fu, if she really fell, it would be embarrassing.

But she didn't climb up again.

It was quiet under the eaves, as if no one was there.

After a pause, Zhan Zhao called out tentatively, "Duanmu?"

There was no sound, and Duanmucui who was thrown down seemed to be thrown into another world.

Zhan Zhao panicked a little, stood up, and walked quickly to the edge of the eaves.

An inch away from the eaves, a slender white hand suddenly stretched out from below, grabbed Zhan Zhao's ankle, and Duanmucui yelled angrily, "Zhan Zhao, you dare to throw me!"

While speaking, she suddenly pulled Zhan Zhao's ankle outward.

Zhan Zhaoji changed quickly, hooked behind his back, exerted force on his legs, and lifted it upwards.After all, the leg strength is stronger than the woman's arm strength, and Duanmucui's whole body was pulled out of the corner of the eaves.

Duanmucui also changed her moves quickly, she withdrew her hand halfway, and swept her legs across Zhan Zhao's lower body, her strength was ruthless and she was merciless: "Zhan Zhao, how dare you throw a fairy!"

Zhan Zhao jumped up, dodging her sweep, but he was about to stand still, and the knife in her hand reached her neck again: "How dare you throw me!"

So the scene was a little chaotic, after a few moves, it was unknown who stopped first, the two stopped fighting, and stood by the trembling eaves, the eaves tiles under their feet were loose and about to fall, and the eaves were falling down.

"How dare you throw me!"

"I can't fall."

(End of this chapter)