The bride's family has a daughter who is good at writing and weaving.

  On September 11, the dowry was sent. Such a grand scene was not meant to be seen, but afterwards I heard from Lian Mei that her dowry was twice as much as the usual custom for a daughter of humble birth, a total of sixty-two sedan chairs, firecrackers sounded in unison, and ten miles of red wedding decorations.

  After hearing the news, Yuan Yi was stunned for a long time before remembering that her father had mentioned dowry to her before. She didn't expect it to be this matter. The extra dowry, plus the shops and houses in her possession, would ensure that she could live comfortably even if her husband's family fell on hard times.

  No matter how Yuan Yi tossed and turned that night, at the hour of Yin on the second day, when day and night were alternating, Yuan Yi was still in a deep sleep, but she was dug out of bed by Su Mei and Xian Mei, washed and dressed, and then taken to the bathing tub in the partition, where they scrubbed her up and down. Originally, Yuan Yi couldn't even open her eyes, but she was suddenly awakened by their intense scrubbing, as if they were going to peel off her skin. Looking at her red body, she felt a pang of heartache and complained: "You're being too rough, use less force or my skin will break."

  Su Mei heard this and hastily spat a few times, scolding: "On such a happy day, Miss is talking nonsense again. Which bride didn't come like this?"

  The original intention was obscure, and she could only endure the pain of this extreme punishment. After cleansing her body, Sakura, Basho, and Xing Hong, who were waiting outside, brought in the wedding dress, a bright red garment that weighed heavily on her, and she finally had a sense of getting married. At this time, Lamei sneaked in and handed her a few pieces of pineapple pastry, saying: "Miss, eat quickly, I heard that the bride can't eat anything all day, I took it while everyone was not paying attention."

  The custom of course had also been heard, and early on, attention was paid to secretly hide some when no one was paying attention. Unexpectedly, Lan Mei, this little girl, was so clever, and she looked at her with praise, no longer delaying, quickly eating it up. By the time the last one was finished, the sound of Zhu Huan colliding and Jin Bo rubbing against each other came from outside the door. Yuan Yi was startled, hastily stuffing the pineapple pastry into his mouth, and in his hurry, he choked a little, coughing repeatedly. At this moment, it was not possible to drink water, and Lan Mei and several others were so frightened that they rushed around in a panic. Fortunately, Yuan Yi finally recovered just as the newcomers entered, except for his flushed face, there was no sign of anything unusual.

  The newcomer was a richly dressed old lady, with silver hair and benevolent eyes, wearing a festive silver-red dress, her smiling face full of joy. Yuan Yi hastily stood up, bowed, and said: "Yuan Yi has met Grandmother."

  She is the wife of Old Master's younger brother, a rare old man with five blessings, who was invited to help Yuanyi comb her hair today. It's worth mentioning that she is also the main guest at Yuanyi's capping ceremony and has some affection for Yuanyi.

  Zhuo Old Lady supported her with a smile and said: "Today is Yaya's big happy day, don't be too polite, don't tire yourself."

  Yuanyi heard this and stood up, saying respectfully: "You've come over so early to comb your granddaughter's hair, that's what I call trouble."

  Mrs. Zhuo motioned to Yuan Yi to sit in front of the dresser, took the comb handed over by the maid, and said: "Combing the hair for the new bride is a blessing that others can't ask for, who dares to say it's tiring?"

  She first picked up the comb and held up Yuan Yi's scattered black long hair, combing her hair while saying auspicious words, "One comb to the head, wealth and honor are no longer worried; two combs to the head, no illness and no worries; three combs to the head, many children and longevity." After doing this three times, she changed to a wooden comb, "Again combing to the end, the case is also aligned with the eyebrows; second combing to the end, flying together in pairs; third combing to the end, forever tied together. With both head and tail, this life shares wealth and honor."

  Then, Old Lady Zhuo skillfully braided a Chao Yun Jin Xiang bun for her. The hair ornaments were not hurriedly adorned, but instead she picked up the five-colored cotton threads on the tray and began to embroider her face. Fortunately, Yuan Yi's complexion was smooth and clean, so Old Lady Zhuo only made a few perfunctory passes, sparing her the pain of having her eyebrows plucked.

  One thing doesn't disturb the other master, the old lady took out the powder and rouge again to make her up, sweeping eyebrows with a brush, distant mountains and green ink, lightly applying lip color, dotting cherry blossoms. The goose egg face was applied with fine powder, and a faint peach red appeared on both cheeks, with every glance, the eyes were full of emotion, and the beauty was unmatched.

  The old lady couldn't help but praise: "I've done many new brides' hair, and Yiniang's is the most beautiful." Just then, Yuan Yi turned her head to the side, revealing a bright red mole at the corner of her left eye. Under the light of the red candles, it shone brightly, adding to her beauty. The old lady was amazed: "This mole is well-placed, a natural sign of good fortune in marriage. Yiniang's luck is great indeed."

  Yuanyi felt a bit embarrassed by the praise, saying: "Grandma, don't praise me anymore, there's no hole in this place for a granddaughter to hide." Her head was already adorned with a crimson hairpin and a phoenix coronet, weighing at least several kilograms, pressing down on her neck so painfully that even speaking became slow and deliberate, fearing that one careless move would break her neck.

  At this time, Zhang also came over, although she was extremely unwilling. As the legitimate mother, before her daughter got married, she still needed to instruct her. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she sternly warned Yuan Yi several times, until the sound of drums and firecrackers came from outside, and only then did she stop with a lingering sense of unspoken words.

  At this time, the welcoming party arrived.

  At the entrance of Zhu's mansion, Xiao Heng rode on a majestic white horse, wearing a bright red wedding attire, with a large silk red flower tied to his chest. He held his head high and puffed out his chest, exuding an air of confidence and elegance. His handsome face beamed with joy, and he flashed a charming smile at everyone he met, never stopping from the moment he left Xiao's mansion to Zhu's.

  He dismounted with a flourish, amidst the sound of drums and firecrackers, accompanied by a large group of relatives and friends who had come to welcome him. A young man in silk clothes walked out from beside the groom and knocked loudly on the door ring, shouting: "The groom has arrived to welcome his bride, please open the door quickly!"

  Behind the door came a clear and crisp male voice, saying: "Where is the makeup poem?"

  Xiao Heng smiled complacently, he knew that the wedding would be difficult to come by, the Zhu family was a family of poetry and books, except for the poem of urging the bride to get ready, nothing else could be found, so he secretly looked for someone to write a few poems of urging the bride to get ready, it seems that he indeed had foresight.

  He nodded to the accompanist to play the hastening makeup music, and then loudly recited the hastening makeup poem he had long memorized: "The Northern Mansion welcomes the dust of the Southern County, don't delay your lovely intentions. Although it's said that time flies in heaven, yet people urge us on with more haste. The smoke trees stretch out, connecting the apricot blossoms, colorful boys present the harmonious cups together. Blowing the flute isn't a divine melody, competing to invite the Qin E'lang down from the Phoenix Tower."

  As soon as he finished speaking, a group of young masters with jade crowns behind Xiao Heng all chimed in agreement and urged the opening of the door. Without making them wait any longer, accompanied by the heavy creaking sound, the thick and heavy gate of the Zhu Manor was slowly pulled open, revealing several young masters standing behind it.

  Xiao Heng took one look and was immediately delighted. The young master in the lead wore a blue robe, his hair not yet tied up, with a face as smooth as jade, refined and handsome, with an appearance that had seven parts resemblance to Yuan Yi, who else could it be but his younger brother-in-law?

  It must have been him who had just spoken in that clear voice.

  As soon as he saw this kid, he wanted to tease him. So, Xiao Heng swaggered into the doorway, deliberately pausing beside An Ling, raising an eyebrow at him with a pleased expression, and cupping his hands in greeting: "Little brother-in-law, excuse me, I'm going to go pick up your sister."

  Anling's face turned bright red with anger, staring at the person who had snatched her sister. Her eyes widened in a glare, and she said in a cold tone: "Don't be too pleased with yourself, you'll get your comeuppance soon." Then, she disdainfully glanced at him and ran off quickly with a group of young men in brocade clothes following behind her.

  Xiao Heng was confused by his words and had a bad feeling in his heart. The subsequent events proved his conjecture, he needed a poem to urge him on every door, the front door and the second door were nothing, why even the small gate of the temple?

  This grand Zhu manor, there must be countless ceremonial gates along the way. Xiao Heng wanted to cry but had no tears, even if he had prepared a lot of goods, he couldn't withstand such consumption, this new son-in-law was so failed that people would try to torment him to death.

  When they had passed the second gate and were only one gate away from the bride, Xiao Heng's privately prepared poems had all been squeezed out, not a single one left. He was panting with rage, staring at the red wooden door. At this time, laughter sounded again from inside the door, and someone shouted in a loud voice: "Don't tell me you've run out of poems? How embarrassing!"

  This voice is all too familiar, it's been talking nonsense behind the door all the way, and as soon as the door opens, it slips away without a trace. But who is Xiao Heng? He won't forget a sound he's heard once, let alone the voice of that little kid behind the door, which he's heard more than once.

  When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely teach that little brat a lesson and let him know what it means to show respect to his sister's husband!

  The person behind the door seemed to be certain that Xiao Heng had no more poems, and became even more pleased with himself, shouting non-stop for Xiao Heng to leave a poem as a memento, or else he wouldn't open the door. Who would have thought that Xiao Heng would let out a sly laugh, pull out from behind him a tall and thin man in white robes, and say: "Brother Chunhua, it's finally time for you to repay your debt."

  A tall and thin man, Zhou Chuhua, who was Yuan Rou's husband, was deceived by Xiao Heng and treated his enemy as a benefactor. Upon hearing this, he bowed deeply and said: "Benefactor has a request, how dare I refuse?"

  Xiao Heng smiled and said: "From now on, we are going to be brothers-in-law, so Brother Chunhua doesn't have to be polite anymore, just call me Xiao from afar."

  Chunhua's elegant face showed a hint of emotion, and he nodded heavily. He walked to the door, paused for a moment, and began to recite a poem in a loud voice: "The heavenly flowers do not avoid autumn, tonight the Weaving Maiden marries the Cowherd, ten thousand people await the ascension of the phoenix, and Qiaoqi is waiting at the Mingyue Tower."

  Behind the door was a moment of silence, and then another voice rose up in unison, "Looking for help, shameless, despicable."

  Xiao Heng spat out the bad air in his chest, patted the wooden door, and said with satisfaction: "The custom of asking relatives and friends to compose poems has been around since ancient times. Why be humble?" He had expected that after he patted the door for a while, it would open, but it didn't. His heart was anxious, knowing the bride was behind the door, leaving him hanging like this - wasn't she trying to take his life? He no longer had any scruples and shouted: "You little rabbit kids, quickly open the door for your great uncle!"

  The door was suddenly pulled open with a loud creak, and in came a swarm of people in brocade clothes, along with fists as white and delicate as jade. Xiao Heng was startled - what's going on? Even the part where they beat up the groom is included? Isn't the Zhu family supposed to be a dignified and refined household? This is just too brutal and savage!

  It was too late to speak, but it was quick to act. Xiang Hong pulled the people around him forward, blocking the oncoming fists, and himself ducked down, slipping out of the crowd. After breaking through the encirclement, Xiang Hong adjusted his crooked silk flowers and slightly disheveled hair corners, ensuring that he still looked elegant and handsome, before having the leisure to look back at the crowd surrounding him.

  But which poor devil was standing next to him? Wait, it seemed like, or rather, it was his stupid brother-in-law Zhou Chunhua.