Capítulo 938: Chapter 938: Brother Ming, Does It Hurt?
Later that day, Xiao Jizi returned, and Xiao Linzi also ca back. The two of them lived up to expectations by observing diligently at Lian Musu’s wedding, especially Xiao Linzi.
Before Lian Musu’s wedding, the mansion, originally the Marquis of Zhenyuan’s Mansion and later renad the Guo Residence, was finally restored. From then on, it was officially renad the Lian Mansion, where Lian Musu and Miss Lv were married.
The Lian Family had just settled in the Capital City and logically wouldn’t have many relatives here, except for the relatives on Lian Bingcheng’s side. However, Lian Musu knew many people, so many mbers from the Imperial Academy, including Minister Qin, Minister Jia and Liang Qi ca. Minister Fan personally ca with his offspring to offer congratulations, and people from the Internal Guard Bureau like Chen Fa ca out of respect for Lian Bao. Lian Changhe and Lian Bingcheng were extrely busy attending to them.
Besides them, an unexpected group arrived; they were the military generals under Xu Hu. When Lian Musu rode to the Lv Residence to fetch his bride, soone recognized him as the scholar who was almost run into by Xue Ping that day, so they joined the wedding procession spontaneously, unexpectedly getting along well with Lian Wanzhen. They marched grandly like a bridal rescue team towards the Lv Residence.
This procession was both literary and martial, and the people of the Lv Residence couldn’t resist it. Before long, they had surrendered and opened the gates, allowing Lian Musu to retrieve the bride as he wished.
Xiao Linzi rembered Lian Hua’s words and followed the bride closely from the mont she returned and went to the wedding hall. Wherever she walked, he followed, but since the bride was covering her face with a red veil, he couldn’t see her looks clearly. He could only continue following until he saw what the bride looked like.
Many people thought Xiao Linzi was a companion from the Lv Family, so the joy ladies, matchmakers, and other won ordered him to do many things. Since Xiao Jizi was also helping, Xiao Linzi didn’t refuse and did a lot of work without complaint.
Later, when those won realized he was soone from the palace, they were shocked, repeatedly saying they were wrong and dared not to order him anymore. Xiao Linzi finally saw the bride’s appearance when her veil was lifted and could deliver a report.
Xiao Jizi saw that Su Ran was extrely busy and offered to help, bringing along the young eunuchs from the Canglan Court. When the guests realized they were from the palace, they didn’t dare to treat them lightly. Xiao Jizi and his group helped reduce Su Ran’s workload significantly.
The households near the Lian Mansion were all wealthy or noble and initially looked down on the Lian Family who had moved southward. They were dismissive when notified by Su Ran’s people of the wedding and even secretly mocked the Minister of Punishnt, Minister Lv, for choosing a commoner, la son-in-law. They thought he’d be embarrassed when the la groom went to fetch the bride.
Later, they suddenly discovered that Lian Musu was no longer la. Clad in red, riding a tall horse, he appeared remarkable and heavenly, charming nurous young won in the Capital City. Not only that, but the wedding spectacle was grand, with students and teachers from the Imperial Academy attending, and important figures like Minister Fan and military generals present. Moreover, people from the palace even showed up; these families dared not look down on them anymore and rushed to offer their congratulations.
Lian Hua listened with a smile, resting her chin as she heard the stories from Xiao Jizi and Xiao Linzi about the wedding banquet as if she had witnessed it herself. She felt very satisfied, knowing she was soon going to et her new sister-in-law and perhaps reunite with her mother. No rush, no pressure.
West of Northern Liaoning, where the spring breeze hadn’t yet reached, was still a land of ice and snow.
Inside a cave, a bonfire burned. A one-ard man with a full beard sat in front of the cave sharpened pieces of wood single-handedly; these were for setting traps to hunt.
Not far behind him, a woman with spirited brows and eyes gazed at him with a smile, making the one-ard man feel uncomfortable all over, yet he couldn’t do anything about her.
To the one-ard man, this woman seed inherently destined to be his nesis—she wouldn’t leave nor listen to reason, and no matter how cold he spoke, she didn’t mind and simply followed him everywhere like a persistent plaster, always asking odd questions.
He recalled the first ti they t, when he was exchanging fur for tea at the market. The woman called him Brother Ming at first glance, laughing while crying, which made his heart ache.
“Your na is Tie Muer? You are clearly a Han person, why did you take a Mongolian na?” The woman asked with interest, resting her chin.
The one-ard man had no intention to respond but, seeing the longing in her eyes, found her gaze so dazzling he couldn’t face her. He turned away, disguising his discomfort as he said, “This na was given to by Uncle Bu He, aning a fortress as strong as iron.”
“Who is Uncle Bu He?” The woman asked, intrigued.
While sharpening wood chips, the one-ard man replied, “He is my lifesaver.”
“Lifesaver?” The woman frowned, becoming serious and sitting upright.
The one-ard man nodded, “Yes, over ten years ago, I woke up to find myself imprisoned in the Tatar Tribe. Uncle Bu He was delivering food to the captives. At that ti, I was badly injured and didn’t know how long I had been held. One day, chaos erupted outside—the Tatar Tribe was fighting another tribe, and the guards were killed. Uncle Bu He took pity and released all the prisoners, including …”
Uncle Bu He had been captured from another tribe and, after releasing the prisoners, took them along with him to escape. They endured fierce battles and pursuit until finally, everyone else was dead, leaving only him and Uncle Bu He.
Later, he followed Uncle Bu He back to his ho in the small Hurebei tribe. To repay Uncle Bu He for saving his life, he stayed with the tribe, protecting it across the grasslands, while Uncle Bu He nad him Tie Muer.
It wasn’t until two years ago, when Uncle Bu He passed away, that he had conflicts with the newly elected tribal leader and left the tribe, aimlessly wandering the world, searching for sothing he couldn’t articulate.
When the one-ard man finished speaking, the woman remained silent for a long ti. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse, “Is your arm injured in that period?”
The one-ard man sensed sothing and turned to look at the woman, surprised to see the watery glimr in her eyes and the saddened expression on her face. He had witnessed the woman’s courage before; even when facing the most formidable local foe, she remained unflustered. Yet hearing him recount this past, why did she suddenly beco so moved?
A pain throbbed in the man’s heart, as if it had been struck by a heavy blow. He casually replied, “Not exactly. When I awoke, my left hand was already broken. Uncle Bu He thought I wouldn’t make it, but I was stubborn and survived, unable to recall anything else.”
The woman behind him asked no more questions. The one-ard man felt sothing was off, quickly turned back to see, and found the woman silently crying, tears streaming down her face, even more sorrowful than when they’d first t.
Seeing the woman’s silent tears deeply pained the one-ard man’s heart, feeling as if he’d been punched. He put down the dagger and wood, stood beside her helplessly, and clumsily comforted, “Don’t… don’t cry, I’m fine.”
The woman’s eyes were red, she stood up and hugged the one-ard man, sobbing, “Brother Ming, does it hurt?”
The one-ard man froze, then his heart started racing. Amidst the woman’s sobs, he slowly raised his single hand and gently patted her back. Like a lost soul drifting aimlessly, his heart seed to have found a ho at this mont.
The bonfire flickered, casting the gentle shadows of two embracing figures on the cave wall.
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