Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Three days later, today is the 13th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day when Ci Song and Mo Yao get married. On this day, Zhongzhou City is like wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, with lights and decorations all over the city, and red makeup, showing a festive atmosphere. The famous families and wealthy businessmen in the city have gathered together at this moment, in the magnificent wedding hall, to witness the happy moment of this couple.

This wedding hall covers a vast area of ​​​​a hundred acres, and the layout is luxurious and breathtaking. Red silk ribbons cascade down like a waterfall, hanging all over the wedding hall, as if to render the festive atmosphere to the extreme. The elegant lanterns hang high in the sky, shining brightly, reflecting the entire sky as soft as water red. Tens of thousands of red candles are burning high, and the flames are swaying, completely blocking the light from the outside world. The wedding hall is bright, as if you are in a red dream world.

The air was filled with the faint scent of powder, which intertwined with the candle smoke of the red candles, forming a unique charm.

The Hundred Mu Wedding Hall was magnificent, but what attracted people's attention the most was the huge platform in the center of the wedding hall. Although the platform was only ten feet high, its area was so large that it could accommodate more than a hundred people. On the platform, a red carpet was laid out, like a winding red dragon, leading people's sight. The surroundings of the platform were carved with exquisite patterns, and every stroke seemed so vivid, as if to freeze this festive atmosphere forever at this moment.

This was the place where Ci Song and Mo Yao got married, and it was also the arena where Ci Song fought with others.

Inside the wedding hall, the guest seats were stacked up like small hills, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. The wealthy merchants in Zhongzhou City can only sit outside the wedding hall at this moment, because there are too many merchants among the guests attending this wedding banquet, and the status of merchants is the lowest, so they can only be on the periphery.

Further inward, there are seats for local officials. These officials are dressed in official uniforms and official hats, and extend inward from low to high according to their official ranks. Their faces are filled with proud smiles, as if they are extremely honored to be able to attend this wedding banquet.

The seats in the inner layer are exclusive to the princes. They are either dressed in splendid clothes or in brocade robes, like the most dazzling stars in the sky, dazzling and shining.

And the innermost are the descendants of various philosophers and Confucius and the 72 sub-sages. They are either sitting in meditation or talking in a low voice, elegant and calm.

At this moment, they are all sitting in their guest seats, waiting for the protagonist of this wedding to appear.

"The groom is here." As the voice slowly came out, a tall figure leisurely appeared on the high platform. Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the man wearing a bright and eye-catching red wedding gown. The gown was like the rising sun, brilliant and warm, reflecting his radiant face.

The collar, cuffs and hem of the gown were carefully embroidered with golden auspicious cloud patterns, implying good luck and wealth.

He wore a black headband with fine silver threads on it, which looked mysterious and solemn. On both sides of the headband, there were two slender tassels hanging, and a green snake belt was tied around his waist. The belt was mainly green and embroidered with a lifelike green snake. It swayed gently with his steps, adding a sense of elegance.

His sword eyebrows flew into his temples, his eyes were bright as stars, his nose was high, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his lines were smooth. Every part seemed to have been carefully carved. This handsome appearance made everyone present want to look at him a few more times.

"The groom will pray to the heaven, the saints, and the ancestors before he goes to marry his bride." The master of ceremonies shouted.

The groom prays to the heaven before he goes to marry his bride, hoping that the heaven will bless this marriage.

Ci Song held a glass of fine wine in both hands, poured the wine into the sky, and then began to worship.

"After the ceremony of praying to the heaven, please invite the groom's relatives to the stage to perform the ceremony of teaching the child."

The ceremony of teaching the child means that the groom's mother arranges the wedding clothes for the groom and puts on the red crown. Then the father hands over a glass of wine and gives instructions.

After the worship of heaven and earth, Shi Yue and Meng Ruo appeared on the high platform. Meng Ruo walked in front of Ci Song, looked at Ci Song, and put on the red crown for Ci Song, with a happy smile on his face.

She gently stroked Ci Song's forehead, with tears in her eyes, and whispered: "Child, I am very happy that you let me come here as a mother. Aunt Meng is really happy."

Meng Ruo gently arranged the groom's clothes for Ci Song, her eyes full of emotion and blessings. She looked at the young man in front of her, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart. Perhaps those messy things didn't happen back then, and perhaps she and Ci Song have become a real family.

Meng Ruo arranged the groom's clothes with tears in her eyes, and then Shi Yue came forward and handed Ci Song a glass of wine.

"Master, the master and Mr. Gongsun are not here. I am the person who has been with the master for the longest time in the general's mansion. I have also watched the young master grow up. I am honored to be able to appear in this capacity today. It is worth my life."

"Uncle Yue, you are too kind."

Ci Song drank it all in one gulp and returned the wine glass to Shi Yue.

"The ceremony of teaching the child is over, and the groom will perform the ceremony of welcoming the bride!"

After that, the eight-man sedan chair was slowly carried out from the back hall of the Xitang. The sedan was ornately carved and splendid, like a moving palace, gleaming brightly under the red candlelight. Fine red silk was hung around the sedan, and as the sedan moved, the silk swayed gently, like dancing flames, adding a bit of warmth and festivity to this solemn occasion.

The sedan landed on the high platform, and Ci Song also came to the sedan door. He exhaled deeply, his eyes flashing with anticipation and nervousness. He stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently lifted a corner of the sedan curtain.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was lit up. Mo Yao was sitting there, wearing a bright red wedding dress, like a blooming peony, dazzling and eye-catching. Every part of the wedding dress was embroidered with exquisite patterns, showing endless ingenuity and meticulousness.

Mo Yao wore a phoenix crown and a shawl, dignified and elegant without losing her charm. The blush on her cheeks that could not be concealed was like the rising morning glow, adding a bit of shyness and moving to her beauty. Her beautiful eyes were as clear as autumn water, quietly staring at Ci Song, with a bit of shyness and expectation in her eyes, as if all the emotions were condensed in those bright eyes.

"The bride is out of the sedan!"

With the loud voice of the master of ceremonies, the sedan curtain was completely lifted. Mo Yao stood up slowly, her movements were graceful and calm, as if every step was carefully designed. She stepped down from the sedan chair, her red wedding shoes sparkling, as if she was stepping on clouds. Her skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a blooming flower, swaying gracefully in the wind.

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