The sedan chair does not enter the main entrance, the husband-in-law starts from the side alley
Red silk, like blood, rolls down the long alley.
Glazed lanterns hung high above the Zhuque Gate of Dingguo Hou Mansion, with golden beasts holding tassels in their mouths, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.
There was loud drum music and a large number of guests. Everyone knew that today was a happy day for the succession of the Seventh House of Dingguo Hou Mansion - but the sedan chair, draped in red and decorated with colorful decorations, turned around the corner and drove silently into a narrow alley.
The alley was damp and dark, with unswept snow accumulated on the bluestone slabs. A few wild cats scurried across the wall, startling a swarm of jackdaws.
Gu Changqing stood at the entrance of the alley, wearing an old Confucian shirt that had been washed white, with frayed cuffs and a faded green sash tied around his waist.
He was holding an old round fan in his hand. The surface of the fan was mottled and the word "Feng Gu" could be faintly seen in the ink. It was inscribed by his mentor before his death.
The wedding team stopped in front of him, and the sound of blowing and beating suddenly stopped.
