I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Aunt Lin personally combed Luo Qianhuai's hair and face.

"If you comb your hair once, you will be rich and prosperous. If you comb your hair twice, you will be free from disease and worry. If you comb your hair three times, you will have many children and a long life.

Comb your hair once more to the end, and you will raise your head and eyebrows. Comb your hair twice to the end, and you will fly together. Comb your hair three times to the end, and you will be together forever. With a beginning and an end, you will share wealth and honor in this life.

Lin's voice was as gentle as water, which gradually smoothed out the slight anxiety that Luo Qianhuai had caused by this marriage.

People always have to move forward, face things they have never experienced before, and accept all unknown results, whether they are good or bad, spectacular or ordinary.

Perhaps this is what makes life valuable, rather than living a life that follows a routine without any suspense and with foreseeable outcomes.

An extremely thin silk thread twisted through the face, pulling out the tiny hairs one by one. It was slightly painful, but not unbearable.

The makeup lady who was specially responsible for the bride's makeup looked at Luo Qianhuai for a long time, her face full of admiration and envy:

"I have served at least eight hundred young ladies, and this is the first time I have seen a lady with such a face. Wow, her face is just like a freshly peeled egg, and even whiter than the peach pink color. And her willow-leaf eyebrows, how come they are so slender and graceful, even more exquisite than if they were painted by a skilled hand?"

Luo Qianhuai was also tired of wearing heavy makeup. She had already understood the process of today's wedding ceremony and didn't want to stay up until the evening with a face full of sticky makeup.

"Then you don't need to put on powder or draw eyebrows. Just apply a few thin swipes of rouge and a little lip balm."

The makeup girl felt a little embarrassed: "I received money from the lady of the mansion. It is really unacceptable to do this casually."

"No problem." Luo Qianhuai smiled slightly, and Xing Xuan beside him immediately handed over a small red brocade bag. The makeup lady said that she was unworthy, but her hand had already honestly taken the brocade bag, and after squeezing it, she immediately smiled happily:

"Everything is up to you, madam."

Her long hair, as black as satin, was combed into a noble and elegant lily bun. Her hair was covered with gold and ruby ​​hairpins, weighing her down heavily. Lin and the makeup lady still felt it was not enough, and they discussed with each other about adding something else.

Luo Qianhuai interrupted them in time: "That's enough. Too much is as bad as too little."

Lin looked at her radiant, dignified and beautiful niece, and her eyes gradually turned red.

"It would be great if Wenlan could see you now."

"Don't be sad, aunt." Luo Qianhuai comforted her, "Mother is in heaven, she should be able to see it too."

"Yes." Lin quickly wiped away her tears: "Look at me, it's such a happy day, why am I crying?"

As she spoke, she took out a scroll of silk from her sleeve and handed it to Luo Qianhuai, saying, "This is the dowry given to you by your grandparents, your uncle and I."

Luo Qianhuai took it and unfolded it, only to see a bright red official seal on it. It turned out to be a deed to a house with two courtyards, located in Huairenfang, Changling County, just one street away from the Wen family.

Luo Qianhuai had some idea of ​​the economic situation of his maternal grandfather's family. Even if Wen Pu's income was not low after the reopening of Ji'antang, it was unlikely that he could afford such a property.

"Aunt, I can't take this house." She stuffed the deed into Lin's hands and said, "My cousin is also of marriageable age, so it's more appropriate to leave it to him."

She actually had no shortage of money, but it was not easy for her to tell her maternal grandfather's family about the share of the wine and beverages brought by Bu Xianxian. So when faced with this unreserved contribution, she felt guilty and could not accept it.

"Silly Yinyin." Lin smiled and held Luo Qianhuai's hand: "This is what your cousin meant. He knew you were getting married, so he specially asked someone to send back all the military pay and rewards he received this year. He said he was afraid that your grandfather was unreliable, so he asked us to prepare a good dowry for you."

Luo Qianhuai felt even more guilty. Ever since Wen Jia was tricked by her into joining the army at the border, she had not cared about him again. She didn't know whether he had practiced the Overlord Spear Skills well or whether he had been injured on the battlefield.

However, thinking about the reward money that Lin just mentioned, it means that he should be safe and sound, and has made some contributions.

"How is your cousin doing over there?" Luo Qianhuai asked.

When talking about her son, Lin felt both concerned and proud.

"According to the messenger, he was highly appreciated by his superiors because of his extraordinary bravery and was just promoted to the position of village chief, in charge of a total of fifty people. By the way, he also specifically said that the wound medicine you prepared for him before you left was very effective and saved several of his comrades, so he asked you to bring more back."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Luo Qianhuai asked puzzledly.

"You are a woman waiting to be married, and this is a marriage granted by His Majesty. How can I bother you for such a small matter? Yinyin, have you forgotten that your uncle is also in Ji'an Hall? He can directly prepare the medicine for knife wounds and gold wounds."

This was a wake-up call. Luo Qianhuai had never kept his previous prescriptions secret from his uncle and several disciples, so Wen Pu's prescriptions would certainly not be wrong.

"Your cousin also said that even though the Xianghou Mansion is very prestigious, if he dares to do anything bad to you, he will definitely stand up for you when he comes back." Lin said as she sat down beside her, her brows solemn.

"Yinyin, tell me the truth, how does Lord Xiang treat you? There have been rumors recently that the Marquis's betrothal gift is only 32 pieces of fur, which is too simple. Could it be that because your father's official position is not high, he is looking down on you?"

Luo Qianhuai looked up at Lin, and seeing that her eyes were full of worry, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"I guess it's not just my aunt who thinks so. My grandparents and uncle are also worried, right?" she asked.

Lin did not deny it: "There are also neighbors. In Huairenfang, there are very few families who are related to nobles, so it is inevitable that people will envy them. When they heard that the betrothal gift was like that, there were more trivial remarks. In fact, there is no need to care."

The truth is of course not as simple as she said. It is widely rumored around Huairenfang that even though Xianghou is a disabled person, he does not like a concubine's daughter who comes from the countryside, but he cannot refuse the emperor's marriage, so he has to vent his dissatisfaction on the betrothal gift. Moreover, people with physical disabilities are always irritable and perverse in character, so when she enters the house, there will be a lot of troubles waiting for her!

"Don't worry, aunt." Luo Qianhuai finally stopped laughing, holding Lin's hand and whispering in her ear, "He's very good, and he doesn't mean to be harsh on me in terms of betrothal gifts. I guessed a long time ago that Grandfather and his new wife would spend all the betrothal gifts and send me out casually, so I took the initiative to discuss with the Marquis and asked him to cut most of the betrothal gifts in advance to avoid giving them away for nothing."

Lin suddenly realized: "No wonder, last time your uncle and I were angry about the betrothal gift list, you calmly advised us - but have you ever thought that the value of the betrothal gift also represents the status of a woman in her husband's heart. If you take the initiative to reduce it, will Xianghou look down on you?"