The old lady is reborn

Rong Yunmiao, the darling of the Nan'an Marquis's family and the only girl, finally got married.

In the inner room, she paid her respects to her grandmother and parents one by one.

The three brothers married behind her back, and the blood ties of growing up together, the reluctance to let her go and the wish for her to be safe and sound, made everyone's eyes tear up.

The young great-grandson Rong Junheng, whose courtesy name was Zhixing, also said goodbye to his aunt and said softly, "Aunt, if you want to go home, just tell them that you miss your great-grandmother and Zhixing...Aunt, you have to be well."

Rong Yunmiao felt reluctant and ashamed. Her family treated her wholeheartedly, but she wanted to drag them into this trap just for a scam of two bags of silver worth five taels. She couldn't stop crying.

Her parents had already prepared a lot of dowry for her, and her grandmother added an extra one. They just wanted her to live a good life.

The moment the sedan chair left home, Rong Yunmiao couldn't help but look back, and Xi Niang hurriedly took two steps to block her sight. "Don't look back."

The wedding night finally arrived. Rong Yunmiao, who had been wearing the heavy crown for almost the entire day, was waiting for Han Qinghua to lift the veil.

Han Qinghua came and lifted the veil for Rong Yunmiao, who looked particularly bright today.

When the veil was lifted, the pearl curtains adorning the surroundings dangled from her shoulders to her face. Rong Yunmiao, who was tired after a day of work, still smiled: "Husband."

My grandmother said that since we have taken this step, we must do our best, fulfill our responsibilities, and live our lives well.

My mother said that as the eldest daughter-in-law of a marquisate, I have to take on responsibilities, which is different from being a girl in my parents' home, and I shouldn't be willful.

At that moment, Han Qinghua was attracted by this smile, but the amazement passed in an instant, and he thought of Luo Xue in Miaojiang clothing.

Her big, bright eyes looked straight at him: "A friend of mine wants to know what kind of woman you like. The kind you like so much that you want to marry her."

Han Qinghua lowered his head, hiding the loneliness in his heart, and asked politely: "Do you want to eat something first? Or take the crown first?"

Rong Yunmiao lowered her eyes: He didn't respond to the word "husband", but that's not too bad.

She smiled gently, "First take the crown, then eat something."

"Okay." He also smiled faintly.

Whether it was the three-day visit or the following month or so, the newlyweds seemed to be getting along well.

The Marquis of Dongyang and his wife, who had been "ill" for half a year, set off for the Han family's old house.

Even Rong Yunmiao felt that her mother-in-law had an inexplicable excitement, so she looked at her husband with some suspicion.

Han Qinghua pretended not to see it, what else could he say?

In the Han family's old house, Lu Yiyi was a little confused. It had been almost twenty years, and he was going to live back in this house.

The entire old house was being cleaned and repaired inside and out.

He never came back once in twenty years. That was a very long time.

I heard that he has three sons, and he also has a son and a daughter.

Not knowing what she was thinking of, Lu Yiyi suddenly picked up a mirror. The image in the mirror showed her as a woman in her late 40s.

I'm old now, no longer at the age where my eyebrows look green even without makeup and my lips look red even without makeup, but I should be able to look presentable again if I tidy up.

The wife of the Marquis of Dongyang, who was still on the road, said to the Marquis of Dongyang, "Her name is Lu Yiyi, right? I heard that she once left the old house and wanted to come to Kyoto to find you."

Dongyang Hou looked up at his wife and said, "Why don't you take up the job of writing a storybook? It's been a lot of work all day long!"

The wife of the Marquis of Dongyang was not angry at all. Instead, she smiled, as if he being angry would make her happy. She took out a plate of dried fruits from the drawer in the carriage and ate a few of them.

He handed it over again: "Try it?"

Marquis Dongyang reached out and took a few, and they tasted good.