The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 67
The newly renovated ancestral hall had to hang red talismans for a month to pray for good luck. Geng Wu was seriously injured, and Xiao Hei was busy alone on the eaves of the ancestral hall.Hearing the commotion downstairs, she hated Xiuhe for hurting Gengwu so badly, but Naihe still couldn't help but glance down, wanting to show Gengwu what she looked like when she got married.

Just by looking at it, the two couples kneeling on the red brocade cushion underneath seem to be out of order. Han Sheng is married to Xiu He, so why is Zhang Jinxi kneeling next to the second young master?Maybe other people can't see it clearly, but looking down from the roof, the women knocked together, the skirts are short and long, and they can't hide their small feet.

Damn, let's talk about why this snobbish man suddenly changed his temper, so he wanted to push Xiuhe into the fire pit!

"Xiu He...Xiu He..." Xiao Hei whispered on the roof like a trumpet.

Ye Shi glared up gloomyly, Xiao Hei remembered that Geng Wu had somehow plotted against someone, and after thinking about it, he dared not continue.

No, I have to hurry to wake up Master Geng Wu——

prick—thump—

From the left side of the ancestral hall came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by the sound of trembling branches, Xiuhe seemed to hear someone calling her, and her red hijab shook slightly.

"Three kowtows—" the master of ceremonies gave the last courtesy.

Xi Po reminded in a solemn voice: "Girl listen to the lesson."

Xiuhe had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow, her long sleeves accidentally rubbed her elbows beside her, but he didn't notice, and stood up wiping the red silk.Mingming Xiaoting behaved so well, why did the second wife secretly scold him just now?
Walking around under the eaves all the way, holding a piece of red silk with him, but it was dead silent and quiet, only the sound of Hisoka's wind brushing the hem of the skirt over the shoe.In the evening, the patio is cool and dark, it feels like walking in the underworld.

"Xiao Ting—" Xiu He whispered.

But no one answered.

Xiuhe's pace slowed down, trying to lift the hijab.

The woman in charge took a look at the bride-to-be, who then patted the back of Xiuhe's hand: "The bride should not lift her hijab, it will break the auspiciousness and give birth to a bad son."

The mother-in-law went on to say: "No, look at these young couples. The young master went to the front to drink and socialize. This is the rule. I will hold the satin for him, and I will be back later. The groom has drunk wine, and at night the bridal chamber has festivities. You are the one who suffers."

When you said something, she said something, the laughter chichi, Xiuhe's face turned red: "I'm not anxious about him, it's just that I've been feeling uneasy all day long."

"Everyone is like this when the bride gets on the sedan chair. What is there to be uneasy? The Mei family is the wealthiest family in our town. The wives are easy to talk to, and our young master is dedicated to you. The girl is blessed to marry in." Open the door and bring Xiuhe into the courtyard.

The light on the attic on the second floor of the compound was gray, and the house of the Mei family was also strange. No matter how bright the sun was above the sky at the four corners, it was only darkness when it shone into the courtyard.

Everyone was sent to the front to be busy, and the inner courtyard was so quiet.The eldest young master was wearing a black bright moiré groom's dress, and he was quietly sitting in a wheelchair by himself.Through the brown hollow carved railings, he saw Xiuhe wearing a big red wedding dress with slanted breasts and wide sleeves, being helped into his small courtyard in small steps, took two steps, hesitated for a moment, and looked at the courtyard door through the hijab. At a glance... Mei Xiaoyi's hand on the wheelchair gradually tightened, and there were blue veins protruding from the surface of the hand.

He heard her call second brother.

"Master—" Han Sheng picked off the big red flower, and knelt down in front of the master.

(End of this chapter)