The Red Mansions

Chapter 1399 Song Yan: Marry a good man and live a peaceful life

Chapter 1399 Song Yan: Marry a good man and live a peaceful life...

Shenjing City

A carriage with an embroidered phoenix flag flew along the green cobblestone street, gradually moving towards the palace with pink walls and black tiles. A beautiful woman with snow-white skin and a fair face sat upright in the carriage, and the scenes just now seemed to appear before her eyes.

At this moment, the beauty's luxuriant black hair was combed into a dignified and graceful bun, and her fragrant and delicate face was flushed as she stroked her belly gently with her slender hand again.

……,……

Especially in a quiet Buddhist place like Da Ci'en Temple, it is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the gods.

In this way, the beautiful woman, feeling both guilty and decadent, rode in a carriage towards the palace.

On the other side, Chen Xiao and Jia Heng rode on their horses, moving forward silently.

Chen Xiao frowned and said, "If this continues, something bad will happen sooner or later."

Jia Heng nodded and said softly, "This is the only time. I will lead the troops to the battle after some time."

Chen Xiao said: "Don't be careless."

Jia Heng just said "hmm" and didn't say anything else.

……

……

Time flies, time flies like an arrow.

Three days had passed before we knew it, and it was already the nineteenth year of Chongping, the fifth day of April, a sunny day, a good time for getting married.

It was a sunny and bright spring day.

This day was also the wedding day of Jia Heng and the daughter of the Song family.

On the streets on both sides of Ningrong Street, the densely packed houses of the Song family have begun to be decorated with colorful lights and colorful lanterns on their solemn and majestic door lintels, creating a festive atmosphere.

The streets are bustling with people, and the sound of gongs and drums is deafening. One can see the red makeup for miles and the wedding gowns that are as bright as fire. At a glance, one can see that it covers the sky and is as gorgeous as brocade.

The huge wedding procession marched all the way to the Song family’s residence.

Song Family Residence——

People can be seen coming and going in the front hall, back yard and corridors. Maids and servants are carrying all kinds of bowls, plates, chopsticks and spoons in their hands, flowing endlessly in the winding corridors.

Song Yan's father, Song Jing, was wearing a round-necked blue shirt made of Sichuan brocade. He stood outside two doors with copper nails and vermilion lacquer. Many servants around him lined up on both sides of the street to greet him.

Song Jing only had this one daughter, but the concubine he took in last year gave birth to a big fat boy, and the Song family finally had a bloodline.

King Wei Chen Ran accompanied him, wearing a blue and white brocade dragon robe and a jade belt around his waist. He was seven feet tall, as graceful as a jade tree, and his handsome fair face also showed an extremely prosperous smile.

As his cousin Song Yan married Zi Yu, his bond with Zi Yu naturally grew deeper.

Chen Ran seemed to gradually suppress his joy at this moment, and when he turned around, he said, "Uncle, my cousin has found a good home by marrying Zi Yu this time."

Song Jing nodded and smiled, saying, "Jia Ziyu is a great man of the time, a young talent. Yan'er is betrothed to him, which means she has found a good home."

But there are too many women in the harem, and his reputation for being romantic and lustful has spread throughout the capital. I wonder if Yan'er will be neglected after she goes there?

Yan'er's cousin Xianning lives in the back house of Duke Weiguo. The two sisters take care of each other, so there should be no problem.

At this moment, in a two-story embroidery building with four square eaves and hooked corners in the backyard, several maids were busy in front of the dressing table.

In addition, Princess Xianning and Li Chanyue looked at Song Yan with smiles on their faces.

Song Yan sat in front of a dressing mirror carved with a diamond pattern, gazing at the beautiful face reflected in the bronze mirror. Several maids behind her helped her to dress up.

An indescribable joy lingered between Song Yan's bright and beautiful eyebrows, and she said, "Chunxiang, go and change that phoenix-wing golden hairpin and put it on my head."

That golden hairpin was the one Jia Heng had given to Song Yan before. Song Yan had always treasured it and wanted to pin it in her hair when she got married this time.

It can be said that this is the time when a woman is most beautiful. If she marries a good man, she will live a peaceful life.

Soon, she will marry Brother Heng.

"Young lady, put on the red veil." The maidservant beside her picked up a red silk veil and covered the face of the girl with long black hair. There were clearly two mandarin ducks on the red veil, holding a double happiness character.

At this moment, the maidservant in front came trotting over from a distance, her voice full of inexplicable joy, and said, "Miss, the bride's reception is here."

All of a sudden, all the people from the Song family who were waiting looked up at the wedding procession coming down the street with all kinds of flags.

At this moment, Jia Heng was wearing a red groom's suit with a big red flower tied on his chest. He was holding a rein in his hand and riding on a chestnut horse. Under his sharp sword-like eyebrows, he was gazing into the distance, and the guards of the Jinyi Mansion were following him on both sides.

This was not his first time getting married, but some joy still welled up in his heart.

The four greatest joys in life are the wedding night, passing the imperial examination...these are nothing more than this.

Jia Heng said as he approached Song Jing, bowed and said, "Greetings, father-in-law."

Song Jing looked at the handsome young Duke with a smile on his face, nodded, and said softly, "My dear son-in-law, my daughter is already in the boudoir and will be here soon."

The Duke of Weiguo, who is feared by all the world and whose name will go down in history, now pays respect to him, which is indeed very helpful.

Jia Heng nodded and said softly, "It's okay to wait."

Everyone is a respectable person now, and there aren't any wedding pranks happening.

After a while, the bride, wearing a red wedding dress and a red veil on her head, came quickly, surrounded by a large number of maids and servants.

After an extremely complicated ceremony, Jia Heng took a square sedan chair and headed towards Ningguo Mansion.

In Ningguo Mansion, the painted paulownia wood plaque hanging on the door has been decorated with lights and colorful ribbons.

At this moment, the warm spring breeze of April blows, and the ribbon decorations sway in the wind, creating a festive atmosphere.

There were also many guests standing under the eaves, all with happy faces and smiles, looking at the gradually approaching wedding procession.

Among them, there were members of the Jia clan as well as some familiar officers from the Beijing camp, who came to see off Jia Heng, the commander-in-chief of the Beijing camp.

However, seeing this joyous scene, some guests present had some concerns in their hearts.

The Duke of Weiguo had just gotten married not long ago, and he was granted a marriage by the palace. He was really lucky.

Soon, Jia Heng led the grand wedding procession back to the front door of the house. Amid the warm congratulations of the guests, he took the hand of Song Yansu, who was holding a red hydrangea, and walked into Rong Xi Hall together.

On both sides of Rongxi Hall, the Jia family women and guests all looked at the newlyweds with smiles on their faces.

Sister Rufeng was standing not far away. Under her drooping brows, her pair of phoenix eyes were filled with smiles, and a hint of envy surged in her heart.

And Grandmother Jia was sitting on a pearwood chair, surrounded by several maids, with a kind smile on her old face.

I don't know how many times Heng Ge'er has gotten married, as the palace arranges marriages one after another.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside, and a maid entered the hall and reported, "Madam, the chief steward Xia from Kunning Palace is here."

The people who were talking stood up and looked outside the house.

Not long after, a white-faced eunuch with sharp eyebrows and narrow eyes entered the hall. He was wearing a scarlet embroidered python robe and had a warm smile on his sinister face. He bowed first and said, "I greet the Duke of Wei."

Jia Heng raised his eyes to the white-faced and beardless Xia Shouzhong and said, "Manager Xia, you are too polite. I don't know what you want from me, what can I do for you?"

Xia Shouzhong smiled and said, "When the queen heard that the Duke of Wei was getting married to her niece, she specially rewarded a thousand pieces of silk and a hundred bushels of pearls to support the grand event."

When Jia Heng heard this, his clear eyes sparkled under his sharp eyebrows, and he said loudly: "Thank you, Queen. Live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years."

Xia Shouzhong smiled and said, "I will go back to the palace to report now and will not disturb the Duke of Wei anymore."

Jia Heng nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Eunuch Xia, take care."

As he said this, he winked at Aunt Cai who was waiting not far away. Then, Aunt Cai left with Xia Shouzhong, and then gave Xia Shouzhong three thousand taels of silver notes.

After Xia Shouzhong left, everyone in the hall was talking about it, secretly praising the palace's great benevolence.

Jia Heng then walked over and continued the wedding ceremony.

"Worship heaven and earth."

As the ceremonial officer's clear voice rang out, everyone in the hall cast their eyes, either with blessings or envy, toward the newlyweds who were having their wedding in the hall.

Jia Heng was wearing a bright red groom's suit with a big red flower on his chest, and he and Song Yan were bowing to the sky and earth outside.

"Bow to your parents, sir." As the nanny's voice sounded, everyone in the hall looked at her sideways, their hearts slightly moved.

At this moment, the two of them turned around and bowed to greet Lady Jia and Song Yan's mother, Shen, who had come with them.

Sitting on the pearwood chair on the other side, Qin Keqing's face was gradually becoming rounder, more graceful and gorgeous, with her eyes and eyebrows filled with a prosperous smile. All the guests around her secretly praised Qin Keqing for her grace and magnanimity.

This is the demeanor of a great lady, she is tolerant and tolerant.

"Husband and wife bow to each other." Jia Heng and Song Yan bowed to each other. At this moment, under the red veil embroidered with a mandarin duck pattern, the little face with snow-white skin gradually became flushed, like brocade clouds, bright as fire.

From now on, she and Brother Heng should be married.

"Send to the bridal chamber."

Along with the voice of Lin Zhixiao's family, who was acting as the ceremonial officer, two maids and several servant girls supported Song Yan and walked towards the bridal chamber in the back house.

Jia Heng stayed in the hall, entertaining the visiting guests.

In the courtyard, one could hear the sounds of clinking glasses and toasting each other, and the atmosphere was extremely noisy for a while.

Jia Heng came to the tables of guests holding a blue and white porcelain wine cup.

By midnight, Jia Heng's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were a little drunk. He walked along the long and winding corridor and entered the brightly lit room.

There was a candle lit on a tall lacquered wooden table, the light flickering, and two maids were sitting at the door waiting.

Behind a mica bamboo and wood screen, Song Yan, wearing a phoenix coronet and a red veil on her head, sat quietly on a bed covered with a soft mattress. There were vermilion curtains tied with golden hooks on both sides, and a red double happiness character was pasted on the wardrobe.

At this moment, Jia Heng walked into the side room, looked up at Song Yan who was sitting on the bed, and took out a emerald green jade ruyi from the bamboo basket beside him.

He walked closer and lifted up Song Yan's big red veil.

Suddenly, a face as white as snow appeared before my eyes. The beauty's skin was as white as cream and her cheeks were as white as snow.

Under the light, it suddenly became bright and beautiful, stunning the entire room.

"Brother Heng." Song Yan raised her snow-white face and called softly to the young man in the python robe. Her bright eyes under her dark eyebrows sparkled like stars, like a glittering galaxy.

Jia Heng's eyes were filled with joy, and he said, "Yan'er, we are finally married."

As he spoke, he gently moved closer and pinched Song Yan's smooth and silky chin.

Song Yan hummed softly, but felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by such a condescending gaze, so she said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng."

She had been waiting for this day for a long time, and now she was finally marrying Brother Heng.

Then, the shadow of that face suddenly covered the bright sight in front of the eyes, and a warm breath rushed towards the face. Then, the breath as warm as raindrops, in an instant, disappeared like a river torrent.

After a while, the beautiful woman's snow-white face suddenly turned as red as blood, as if it was about to drip out.

We haven’t even drunk the wedding wine yet.

However, the two of them had already had physical contact.

Jia Heng looked at the beautiful Song Yan with his sword-like brows fixedly, and said, "Okay, Yan'er, let's drink the wedding wine."

Song Yan responded softly, her heart already filled with inexplicable joy.

As he spoke, Jia Heng had already picked up the jade-green wine jug beside him and poured the wine into the wine cup. In a short while, the cup was full, and the wine reflected the candlelight, sparkling.

Jia Heng handed it over, Song Yan reached out to take the wine cup, gently crossed their arms, and then the two of them put their heads close together, and immediately drank the wine cup.

Jia Heng said, "Yan'er, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."

Song Yan nodded, then gently untied her skirt, and then the girl's delicate body, as beautiful as a flower, lay on the bed.

At this moment, Jia Heng reached out and gently embraced Song Yan's shoulders, staring at her fair face with red lips and white teeth, feeling confused.

He thought to himself that as Song Yan got older, she looked more and more like Queen Song.

Song Yan said softly, "Brother Heng, when will you go to the battle?"

Jia Heng said: "Probably just these two days."

Just before, Xiaoxiao delivered a message from the Jinyi Mansion, saying that signs of border violations had begun to appear in the northwest and Tibet.

Jia Heng's sword-like eyebrows suddenly raised, his cold eyes reflected the girl's snow-white skin and jade-like face. He looked into her clear and bright eyes and said, "Yan'er, let's rest early."

Song Yan hummed softly, and felt the young man's lingering, and suddenly said in a mosquito-like voice: "Brother Heng, please be gentle..."

Before she could finish, she felt her brows frown and a groan of pain came from the wings of her nose. Then, her fair and smooth face suddenly turned a light blush.

Song Yan closed her eyes slightly, her curved eyelashes trembling constantly, and then she felt as if she was swinging on a swing, up and down, swaying, not knowing where to go.

Jia Heng's sword-like eyebrows suddenly raised, and his eyes became a little gentler. He said, "Yan'er, when I'm not with you, where do you usually play?"

Song Yan's eyebrows were curved, and her face was filled with joy. She said, "I didn't go anywhere to play. I usually stayed with my cousin and sister Chanyue."

Brother Heng is really something. Why does he ask these irrelevant questions at this time? What is he doing here?

At this moment, in the wing, on a high lacquered wooden table under the west window, the flame of the candlestick flickered. Red wax tears could be seen dripping from the thumb-sized candle, and a soft humming sound that sounded like resentment, longing, and weeping came from the light yellow curtain.

In the courtyard, the spring breeze blows warmly, gently blowing the large leaves of the sycamore tree. The lush branches and leaves can be seen dancing and rustling in the spring breeze.

After an unknown amount of time, the noise inside the pale yellow curtain gradually calmed down.

Jia Heng gently held Song Yan's delicate hand, and with the faint light coming through the gap in the curtain, he looked at her pale face which was already slightly sweaty on one side, and said softly, "Let's go to the backyard to serve tea tomorrow."

Song Yan responded softly, and then a hint of infatuation gradually appeared in her beautiful, clear eyes.

Jia Heng then embraced the girl's delicate shoulders, feeling her snow-white skin, so soft and tender, and said, "After the middle of the month, we will go back together."

Song Yan nestled her beautiful head in Jia Heng's arms, her face flushed, her hair sticking to her face with sweat, and said, "Don't delay Brother Heng's work."

Jia Heng nodded and said, "No."

The two hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep without saying anything else that night.

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Xiaoxiang Pavilion

The lights were bright and the night was quiet. By the window, Daiyu and Baochai were sitting on a bamboo couch covered with a mattress, playing chess across a chessboard.

Daiyu suddenly looked lost and said in a sad tone, "Sister Bao, he has married another wife."

After all, Daiyu is a love-minded person.

Baochai's face was plump, white, and flawless, like a pear blossom. Both sides were flushed. She said softly, "These are all commonplace and I'm used to them. Why can't I see past them, sister?"

Daiyu's eyes were as bright as a spring under her smoky eyebrows. She snorted and said, "Why should I dislike it? I just feel sorry for his health. After coming back, he has been doing this all day long. He has worn himself out."

Baochai couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and said, "What can he do? Sister Lin doesn't understand. Last time, didn't Sister say that he was..."

When Daiyu heard this, a faint blush appeared on both sides of her snow-white face. Her bright starry eyes under her smoky brows seemed to be covered with the misty rain of the winding bridges and willow alleys in the south of the Yangtze River.

Baochai chuckled and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Now it's Sister Lin's turn."

Daiyu's face, white as snow, suddenly blushed like clouds and shone brightly. She changed the subject and asked casually, "Sister Bao, how is Sister Baoqin? Has your uncle arranged a marriage?"

This is also the case as the golden hairpins in the backyard grow older and gradually reach the age of many people.

When Baochai heard this, her sparkling face changed slightly. She sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Looking at Sister Baoqin, it seems that she has fallen in love with him too."

Daiyu: "..."

"Another one?" Daiyu frowned, her beautiful dark brows shining like rainbows, and said softly.

Baochai chuckled and said softly, "Isn't that what men are like? They are lustful and fond of women, and they get tired of the old and love the new."

Daiyu's fair cheeks showed a trace of shame and annoyance. She said, "Hmph, I saw Sister Yun talking in her sleep the other night, calling out for her brother Heng all the time."

It turned out that the day before yesterday, Xiangyun followed Daiyu into the side room.

When Baochai heard this, her face, which was as white as a pear blossom, showed a hint of surprise, and she said in amazement, "Sister Yun?"

Daiyu said softly, "What else could it be? Is there any girl in this mansion that he doesn't touch?"

"Yes." Baochai said softly, and then smiled and persuaded: "Okay, Xi'er, let's not talk about this now."

Daiyu responded softly and without further thought, continued playing chess.

(End of this chapter)