Dawei Fanghua

July 22 is suitable for marriage and sacrifice.

The weather was nice and the sun was shining brightly all day until dusk.As the sun gradually set to the west, the royal family and guests all came to the courtyard of the mansion where the ancestors' tablets were enshrined.

After waiting for a while, Wang Guang came with his daughter Wang Cen and went straight into the temple.Wang Cen walked slowly, covering her face with a large hand-held fan, so that her appearance could not be seen. However, the black wedding dress she wore was well-cut, and the dark black dress made her figure slim and dignified.

The family members began to worship their ancestors, offering tributes, burning incense, kowtows, reciting sacrificial inscriptions, and burning slips. They were busy for a while, and the temple was shrouded in smoke.After the work was finished, everyone walked out of the temple, leaving only Wang Guang, his wife and three other people.

Wang Xuanji was also among the crowd leaving the temple. Looking at such a solemn scene, she felt a little complicated.

At this time, many nobles wore white at their weddings, and the etiquette was also very casual, which meant the return of the Three Mysteries to their original nature.However, the married daughter of the Wang family still follows the old-fashioned rules and wears black.This is the only thing that suits Wang Xuanji. She doesn't like those fashionable things in metaphysics.

The air is filled with the scent of tributes and incense, and because the weather is a bit hot, the slightly sour smell of sweat from people's bodies makes people feel that they continue to stay in the atmosphere of sacrifice.

Just like this dark and permeating smell, Wang Xuanji felt a little sour in her heart.The matter has reached this point, and she has long understood that she can only let it go and wish her well.It's no big deal. Now that he is his niece and son-in-law, just pretend that nothing happened.Nothing happened originally, and we can still interact with each other normally in the future.

But Wang Xuanji couldn't control her feelings. She was in a depressed mood anyway. All she could control was her own words and deeds.

Maybe my mother was right, she, Wang Xuanji, started out jealous.Who told him that a good-looking man with both civil and military skills could be so attentive to a dancer?They also specialize in writing poems, hosting banquets, and giving gifts.That Chao Yun was still showing off in front of her, which made Wang Xuanji feel very uncomfortable, and later they met him twice by accident.

At first, those things were just a small flutter, a little heartbeat, of course not to the point of not marrying him unless she was married. Wang Xuanji didn't even think that it was just a tacky love between a man and a woman.However, letting a person enter the heart is like a seed falling into the rich soil. It cannot be allowed to undergo too much time of brewing and watering, otherwise it will sprout and grow.

If he had married someone else early on, it might be easier for Wang Xuanji to let go and she wouldn't have too many feelings.Unfortunately, things were counterproductive. The time when we missed each other from time to time dragged on for a long time, as long as a year or two, and it became as if we had known each other for a long time, met many times, and were already very familiar and friendly people.

Sometimes, this kind of situation is more likely to make people obsessed than acquaintances who meet frequently.Because if you rarely see it and think about it often, people will use their imagination to supplement those imperfect things in their minds.Isn’t it wonderful to imagine supplementary things for people who already have a good impression?

Of course, you must first remember that person. Usually people who have only met once or twice will be forgotten as time goes by.

But now that the matter has come to this, Wang Xuanji has given up.Today's ceremony seemed to be to announce the end of her subtle longing for the past two years.That strange thing that is as elusive and pervasive as catkins must come to an end.There was no heart-wrenching narration, no heart-wrenching crying, just a secret sadness, as if nothing had happened.

After a long time, there were subtle voices in the crowd. Wang Xuanji turned her head and saw Qin Zhongming coming.He tied his hair, wore a crown, and wore new black clothes. He held a big white goose in his hand and strode straight to the gate of the temple where the Wang family worshiped their ancestors.The big white goose is still alive. It feels uncomfortable being twisted and is kicking its legs and struggling, but there is a rope tied to its legs.Although someone had told people in advance to be silent when greeting him, everyone still couldn't help but talk quietly while bowing.They probably said something like, the groom is good-looking.Qin Zhongming is tall and straight, with a handsome face and fair skin. The black robe makes him look fresh and tidy. He has a simple temperament and his walking posture is calm and elegant.

Isn't it normal for women to have a favorable impression of a man with such an appearance?

Wang Guang and his wife Mrs. Xue walked out of the temple gate and met Qin Zhongming who was holding a white goose. The couple bowed to Qin Zhongming and walked into the wide open temple gate together.

Qin Zhongming held the goose in his hand and did not return the favor outside the door. When he entered the temple, he put the goose on the ground.When Wang Guang and his wife stood next to the ancestral tablet, Qin Zhongming returned the gift, this time with a big gift.

I saw Qin Zhongming kneeling on the ground first, spreading his legs behind him, then pressing his hands together with his palms facing inward. As his hands bowed downward, his head slowly kowtowed to the ground.Finally, place your hands on the ground in front of your knees, with your head touching the back of your hands.He kowtows twice in a row slowly and slowly. When he kowtows his head on the back of his hands for the first time, he has to pause for a while, and then he kowtows again.

There was an old man in black clothes beside him, chanting in a long voice: "Bow... Then bow to the head of the chief, and the ceremony is complete."

After such a solemn gift, Wang Guang stretched out his hand and said: "Please get up."

Qin Zhongming stood up, and then Wang Cen walked over slowly.Qin Zhongming went up to hold her hand and walked out the door.Mrs. Xue choked and said: "Your Majesty!"

Wang Cen, who was holding the fan, turned his head slightly and said nothing.Wang Guang put his hand on the back of Mrs. Xue's hand and patted it gently.

Mrs. Xue's call made Wang Xuanji, who was watching, a little sad. Her nose felt sore, and she hurriedly held it back.After a while, Wang Xuanji entered a state similar to semi-sleep, losing consciousness of everything around her, and she didn't know how the two newcomers got out.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Xuanji came back to her senses amid a burst of noise.She looked up and saw that the people standing solemnly and neatly on both sides of the courtyard had now become a mess.Many servants were bringing tables and mats over to entertain the guests.

Wang Xuanji stepped forward expressionlessly and walked aimlessly for a few steps before she remembered that she was a female member of the Wang family and would not eat here.She turned around and walked towards the courtyard door. When she turned around to look, she could no longer see the sun.The remaining light after the sun set was also blocked by the attic wall of the mansion.

The sunlight was withdrawn from the ground, leaving only dim shadows, and the air seemed to cool down.

After a short but solemn ceremony, life seemed to have returned to normal for Wang Xuanji.Calm, a bit boring, even tasteless.