After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Meng Lan's cousin had a young general who was also tall and had been waiting outside the courtyard.

He squatted down, and with the help of the matchmaker and the maid, Meng Lan carefully lay on the broad back of her cousin.

Just as his cousin stood up steadily and prepared to take a step, Fang Yin beside him couldn't help but become nervous.

He followed closely beside his brother, his eyes fixed on his brother's feet, fearing any mishap. He was even more solemn than when he himself faced thousands of troops on the battlefield.

He even subconsciously stretched out his hand, vaguely protecting Meng Lan's side, as if ready to catch it at any time.

Meng Lan's cousin was already extremely cautious because he was carrying a distinguished guest on his back. Now that Fang Yin was staring at him so intently, he felt as if a heavy burden of a thousand pounds was pressing on his back. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He took every step extremely cautiously, for fear that he would slip and the anxious groom behind him would pounce on him.

The women watching nearby laughed and whispered to each other:

"Look at General Fang's eyes, he really wants to carry the bride to the sedan chair himself!"

"That's right, I'm so nervous, Sister Lan is so lucky!"

"The young master is under a lot of pressure, haha..."

Fortunately, the journey was not long, and the cousin carried Meng Lan steadily to the eight-man red sedan chair outside the gate of the Meng Mansion.

The bridesmaid sang loudly: "The bride is getting on the sedan chair——!"

The maids quickly opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and the cousin carefully helped Meng Lan into the sedan chair and sat her down.

The curtain of the sedan chair fell, isolating the inside and the outside. Only at this moment did Fang Yin seem to breathe a sigh of relief. He patted his cousin's shoulder gratefully and then climbed onto his own horse.

"Get up the sedan——!"

With a long shout, gongs, drums and suona started playing again with the most enthusiastic sound, and firecrackers blasted in unison, deafening the ears.

The huge wedding procession joined the Meng family's large wedding farewell procession and began to parade around the main streets of the capital.

At the front of the procession were gongs, drums and ceremonial guards, followed by the handsome groom Guan Yin, who was riding on a tall horse with a big red flower on his chest. His face was filled with uncontrollable joy.

Following closely behind was an extremely eye-catching sedan chair, accompanied by Meng Lan's personal maid and dowry mother.

What really caused the people on both sides of the street to marvel and talk about it was the endless line of dowry behind the sedan chair.

Boxes, furniture and utensils tied with red silk were carried by strong servants and moved forward in an orderly manner.

The heavy boxes, the exquisitely carved step-out bed and dressing table, the gold and silver utensils, silks and satins gleaming in the sunlight...all demonstrate the Meng family's profound wealth and their love for their daughter.

"Wow! Look at the Meng family's dowry! There must be about 120 of them, right?"

"Not only that! I see there's more behind! It's truly a ten-mile-long red wedding, the envy of others!"

"General Meng only has this one legitimate daughter, so naturally he's going to spend all his money on her!"

"The bride is so lucky. Her family values ​​her so much, and her husband's family is newly rich. General Fang seems to be a caring person."

"That's right! You didn't see it just now. When the bride left the house, General Fang was so nervous that his eyes were almost glued to her!"

"The man is talented and the woman is beautiful, they are a perfect match, it's truly a match made in heaven!"

"Speaking of which, General Fang and Miss Meng are both skilled in martial arts. I'm afraid this mansion will be filled with swords, spears, and halberds in the future. It will be quite interesting!"

"Haha, it's better than those delicate young ladies who fall down at the slightest breeze! I think they're a perfect match!"

The people's discussions, envy and blessings mixed with the loud sound of gongs and drums. From time to time, wedding candies and money were thrown out from the team, attracting a scramble from the adults and children around. Auspicious words were heard all the way.

The wedding procession finally arrived at Fang Mansion.

A brand new red carpet had already been laid in front of the mansion gate, extending all the way to the main hall. A large sedan chair carried by eight people was parked steadily at the starting point of the red carpet.

According to custom, the groom must shoot at the door of the sedan chair with a bow and arrow, which is meant to drive away evil spirits that may be picked up during the journey. It is also said to be a "demonstration" to the bride and to strengthen the husband's authority.

As soon as Fang Yin got off his horse, his colleagues and cronies rushed over to him and hurriedly stuffed a bow decorated with red silk and three "peace arrows" tied with small red silk into his hands.

"Second Brother Fang, hurry up and show your new sister-in-law some power!"

"That's right, show me your prowess as a eagle shooter on the battlefield!"

"Aim well, be strong, don't be so limp as if you haven't eaten!"

A group of people winked at each other, laughed and cheered, waiting to see how Fang Yin would "show his prowess".

Fang Tong watched from the side and couldn't help laughing, but he didn't step forward to stop this necessary ritual.

Fang Yin held the bow and looked at the exquisite yet closed sedan chair. He could hear the noise of his brothers, but he seemed to see Meng Lan in the sedan chair, with her head covered and waiting quietly.

He took a deep breath, drew his bow and arrow, his movements still standard and smooth, with the agility of a military commander.

However, when the first arrow flew off the bow and shot towards the top of the sedan door, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the force was controlled extremely skillfully. The arrow lightly touched the wooden frame above the sedan curtain, made an almost inaudible sound, and then slid down and was steadily caught by the bridesmaid next to it.

That gesture was more like a gentle reminder and declaration than a demonstration to exorcise evil spirits - I am here.

"Ouch! Second Brother Fang, your arrow is weak!"

"Are you afraid of seeing the bride?"

"Come again! This time make some noise!"

Amid the crowd's teasing, Fang Yin remained calm and drew out the second and third arrows.

It was still a "bluff", the arrow touched the sedan door softly, not to mention deterrence, not even a speck of dust was raised.

It's not that he doesn't have the strength, it's obvious that he is worried about the people in the sedan chair. What "power" do he and Meng Lan have to show?

This cautious behavior, which was very different from his usual image, caused good-natured chuckles from relatives and friends who knew about it, and also made those brothers who were stirring up trouble lose their temper and could only marvel at it.

After shooting three arrows, the bridesmaid said in a loud voice with a smile on her face: "The evil spirit has been driven away, the auspicious time has arrived, please let the bride out of the sedan chair——"

The curtains of the sedan chair were opened from both sides by the maid.

With the support of her dowry mother, Meng Lan slowly leaned forward, her face still covered by the red veil. One of her hands gently rested on the other end of the red silk that was connected to Fang Yin's hand and was handed to her by the matchmaker in time.

Fang Yin immediately took a step forward and lightly held her arm through the red silk. Although there was no direct contact, it was a gesture that showed he was ready to protect her at any time.

He tilted his head and said very quickly, in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Slow down, threshold."

The two men each held one end of the red silk and stepped side by side onto the red carpet leading to the main hall of the Fang Mansion. Fang Yin had an upright figure and steady steps, while Meng Lan walked even more calmly.