Chapter 1527 Fei'er's Wedding (5)
In any case, Mo Ziqi is now a second-rank official in the court, several levels higher than his father-in-law and father. He has unlimited glory and a promising future. What's more valuable is that Mo Zili has always had a special liking for Fei'er. He has been chaste all these years and has no concubines or maids. Therefore, the couple valued him so much and felt that the opportunity could not be missed. They wanted to marry Fei'er to him regardless of her young age.
Otherwise, if the son-in-law had flaws in character, they would not be entangled in anything. Even if someone put a knife on their necks, they would never marry their daughter to an unsatisfactory son-in-law.
As the two were doing it, they suddenly heard a burst of joy coming from outside. The women serving in the yard shouted excitedly into the house: "Master, Madam, the son-in-law is here!"
Mu Zhongqing and Du Shi looked at each other with complicated expressions, and both straightened their backs and waited for the son-in-law to come and see them with a stern face.
At the entrance of the Mu Mansion, the door was wide open, and the bluestone floor under the stairs had been cleaned in advance, shining like a mirror.
The guests in the mansion were all standing in front of the screen wall inside the threshold, waiting for the general to come. After the sound of ritual music floated in, the sound of horse hooves and the shafts of the carts came from far away. On the tall, fat and strong red horse sat the handsome and handsome Mo Ziqi.
Today, Mo Ziqi wore a bright red auspicious dress, his black hair stood up high, and he wore a jade crown carved from blood jade. The auspicious dress on his body was made of Shu brocade, his slender waist was decorated with gold hooks, jade pendants and leather belts, and leather black boots outlined his slender legs. He was majestic and heroic, but his temperament was alienated, but it was precisely that indifferent look that made the female relatives present who had only heard of him and had never seen him blush, and some were so shy that they were embarrassed to even look at him for more.
Surrounded by the crowd, Mo Ziqi strode into the flower hall of the Mu Mansion. Before he entered, he saw Fei'er covered with a veil, being helped out by a group of maids and bridesmaids. She wore a nine-winged butterfly crown on her head, and the pearl curtain fell down, covering her face with the red veil. She was as gorgeous as the sunset. Although her face could not be seen, the exposed neck was more beautiful than the morning glow-like lining. Mo Ziqi's heart moved, his thin lips curved, and he walked over a few steps to hold her hand in his palm.
The crowd laughed loudly, and some young men joked. Liu Xi also joined in and said with a smile: "Oh, general, you are starting to show your affection with your wife. You are torturing these single men to death!"
Instigated by Liu Xi, those young men who had a good relationship with the Mo family started to make a fuss and shouted for Mo Ziqi to carry the bride into the flower hall.
Under the veil, Fei'er saw the man really walking towards her, she was so scared that she shuddered and hurriedly pulled back her little hand. But she was small and weak, how could she be his opponent, the little hand was tightly held by her, and she could not resist at all.
"Let go quickly, are you crazy? Be careful that people will see you and laugh at you!"
Cai Fei scolded, her little face under the veil was red with embarrassment, which was in contrast with her bright red wedding dress.
Although Mo Ziqi couldn't see her face, he saw that her exposed neck was red, so he smiled and whispered: "What are you afraid of? We are husband and wife. Holding hands and carrying you on my back are normal things. Who dares to gossip about it? Besides, when we were in the palace before, we were so close and you didn't do anything. Why are you so reluctant today after just shaking hands?"
He was referring to the time when he was thrown into prison by Li Kaifeng two months ago, tortured and injured, and recuperated in the palace.
At that time, he was seriously injured and lay on the couch dying. She was crying while washing his wounds, applying medicine, and changing the dressings for him personally, never asking anyone else to do it. At that time, he was covered with wounds and couldn't wear clothes at all. He was almost naked facing her every day, but she didn't even have a trace of shyness. She only cared about taking care of him every day without taking off her clothes, without any other thoughts.