Farmhouse Green Plum

Since most of the village's children had already gotten married, and Luo Yanxing was still the manager of two shops after getting married, everyone could see her whenever they wanted. So, no one was sad about the wedding; on the contrary, they were very happy.

The next morning, when Xiao Liu was doing Luo Yanxing's hair and makeup, everyone surrounded her, chatting and laughing.

Zhao Xiaocui handed the comb, dipped in osmanthus oil, to Xiao Liu, then suddenly clicked her tongue in admiration, "Yanxing looks like this today—"

She deliberately dragged out her words, lightly touching Luo Yanxing's nails, which were stained with balsam juice, with her finger, "She really does look like a young lady raised in a scholarly family!"

“Indeed,” Erni said with a smile. “After knowing her for so many years, this is the first time I’ve seen her so refined. It’s true that she’s about to get married; even her personality has become more ladylike!”

Luo Yanxing wasn't shy about this kind of teasing. She raised her eyebrows and said, "That's because you two are heartless. You don't come back to visit us often after you've gotten married. Ask Meiyue and Nanxing, all the neighbors and regular customers over the years, who hasn't praised me for my steady and reliable manner? A scholar who has been away for three days should be more mature and reliable..."

Before she could finish speaking, Little Liu tapped her head lightly with a comb: "Bride, speak less, or you'll ingest too much cosmetics."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Song Ying adjusted the angle of the bronze mirror so that Luo Yanxing could see her hair bun on the side more clearly. "Yes, yes, you are the most steady. You can sit still and embroider a purse. In the past, as soon as someone picked up an embroidery needle, the stool would be covered with thorns in less than three breaths, making it difficult to sit or stand still."

Ah, it all comes down to love. I've never received a purse embroidered by you.

Luo Yanxing's cheeks flushed instantly, even her ears turned a blush. She glared at Song Ying, embarrassed and annoyed: "You, Song Ying, I didn't make a single joke about you when you got married!"

Xiao Xiang covered her mouth and laughed, "Back then, you were only too busy being sad that your good cabbage had been eaten by a pig, how could you have the mind to joke around?"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"Oh dear," Meiyue clapped her hands, "So in Yanxing's eyes, Yuan Daxiu is a pig that steals cabbages!"

“Even the scholar doesn’t think much of us,” Erni raised an eyebrow, feigning doubt. “Then who can catch our eye?”

Nanxing poked her head out: "That goes without saying, it's of course Young Master Chen!"

"Hahaha……"

Even though Luo Yanxing was usually thick-skinned, he was so embarrassed that he almost ran out the door, but was pressed down on the dressing stool by Xiao Liu.

Seeing this, Pandi quickly put on a serious expression, "Everyone calm down. Today is a joyous day for Yanxing. We should say some auspicious words."

She blinked. "If you ask me, Yanxing and Young Master Chen are truly a match made in heaven. Back then, when she swung her stick, there was a huge crowd, but she just happened to hit Young Master Chen!"

Mentioning the past made everyone laugh even harder, each recounting what happened back then. Embarrassed, Luo Yanxing forgot about her makeup, jumped up, and lunged forward to cover their mouths, startling Little Liu who cried out repeatedly, "Don't move! Don't move! You're pulling my hair..."

Inside the house, it was a scene of chaos, with laughter erupting one after another, drawing the attention of relatives and friends outside.

Aunt Meihua couldn't help but sigh, "She really married well. When ordinary girls get married, they all cry their eyes out."

"That's right," Aunt Liu said sourly, looking at Wang Shi, "You two are so lucky. Although you can't have a son, your daughter married well. They say a son-in-law is like half a son, so you'll have a lot of good days ahead of you."

Wang's face stiffened, and Luo Yong's expression also turned ugly.

Aunt Meihua quickly pulled Aunt Liu aside and scolded, "How can you not keep your mouth shut! On such a joyous occasion, you keep saying such unpleasant things."

He then took Wang's hand and said, "You know she's not good with words, so don't take it to heart."

Aunt Liu realized that her words might sound sarcastic, so she quickly patted her mouth and said, "Oh dear, my mouth! Sister Wang, I didn't mean that. I meant you are lucky, even better off than those of us who have sons."

"Alright, alright, stop explaining. You're just making things more complicated." Aunt Meihua quickly pulled her away.

Wang gritted her teeth and forced a smile. "I'm not a petty person. Why would I get angry over such a small thing? Besides, I don't even know what kind of person she is."

The bride was overjoyed, and the female relatives accompanying her did not need to feign sorrow. The bridal sedan chair arrived leisurely at the tail end of the hour of Wei (1-3 PM). The eight-bearer, bright red sedan chair was embroidered with phoenixes in gold thread, and gilded bells hung from the four corners, jingling in the wind.

The suona horns blared loudly, and the gongs shook the heavens.

"The wedding procession is here!" someone shouted, and Song Ying and the others all leaned out of the windows to look.

Song Ying spotted Yuan Qing walking next to Chen Yunze at a glance; he was one of the groomsmen in the wedding procession.

Yuan Qing also saw her, waved, and then looked up and said something to Chen Yunze, who was riding a horse. Chen Yunze then looked over in this direction.

Song Ying clicked her tongue twice, then turned back to Luo Yanxing and said, "The groom looks so handsome today!"

Zhao Xiaocui also turned her head and said, "Oh my, that looks like silver ingots being scattered! What a grand display! Oh my, I really want to go out and rob the wedding money!"

"How old are you? You still want to compete with little kids for wedding money? Aren't you ashamed?" Erni rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Song Ying rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to get down to business: "Don't worry, Sister Xiao Cui, we'll guard this gate well, and we'll get plenty of red envelopes later!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they surged toward the door.

Chen Yunze was generous, so the door couldn't hold him off for long.

After the door opened, Yuan Qing handed a red envelope to Song Ying, and then distributed the remaining red envelopes to everyone in the room.

The same applies to the other groomsmen.

Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed and excitedly escorted the newlyweds out of the house.

Yuan Qing pulled Song Ying aside and whispered, "Why don't you come back with us?"

Song Ying thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll tell my second aunt and Xiao Xiang first."

They have to set off for Rongcheng early tomorrow morning. Tao and the others had finished their wedding banquet at the Luo family last night and went to the city early this morning to help with the preparations.

She absolutely has to get back to the city today. If we don't leave together now, we can only stay for another hour or two.

She went to find Madam Yang first: "Second Aunt, Yuan Qing and I are going back together. Please tell Grandma that we will come to visit her again after we return from Rongcheng."

Yang put the water ladle into the wooden bucket, lifted her knees to wipe her hands, and then lowered her voice, "I have something to ask you."

Your Aunt Zhang said she saw Tianwa talking to a girl last month. Do you know whose girl she is?

Song Ying glanced at Madam Yang, and seeing her expectant look, quickly realized her mistake. "You mean Song Tian has someone he likes?"

Ms. Yang nodded. "Your Aunt Zhang said the two of them were chatting and laughing, and seemed to know each other very well."

"I haven't seen Song Tian for a while. I really don't know if he has someone he likes. Why don't you ask him?"