The Noble Lady's Training Diary - Chapter 77 Extra: Yan Ruyu 3

(Yan Qixiang × Lu Xun)
Lu Xun was always meticulous at banquets. He always stood out in a crowd, whether in the talent-filled academy of the Great Yan or in the officialdom.
People kept raising their glasses to greet the smiling, refined gentleman in the center of attention, wishing him a promotion and a happy marriage.
No one dared to be as sarcastic as Xu Silang from the Imperial Censor's family. Whether out of genuine jealousy or genuine envy, most people wore flattering smiles. Cup after cup of bitter wine went down, but the pent-up frustration stirred up by Xu Rongxing lingered, growing even more stifled by the constant congratulations. Lu Xun escaped the social whirlwind and found a quiet place to get some fresh air.
The noise around him stopped, and he stared blankly at the vast lake. He seemed to hear the lingering sound of a flute, but when he listened carefully, he heard nothing.
Two years ago, a fleeting glimpse at Jing'an Temple stirred a suppressed emotion within me once more.
At that time, the Lu family was in a precarious situation. It was already difficult enough to protect the Lu family and gain a foothold in the court. He had no time to think about anything else.
Things that weren't deeply ingrained in one's heart are easily forgotten amidst the mundane busyness of life.
However, just after his memories of Jing'an Temple began to fade, and after he obeyed his parents' arranged marriage, he met her again. What could be more ironic than fate playing tricks on him? And what did he do? He not only failed to seize the opportunity, but also harbored desires for someone else while still bound by the marriage agreement.
Lu Erlang chuckled self-deprecatingly, then felt a pang of pity for his future wife.
I heard that Miss Lu is not in good health and is rather frail.
Then he should treat her better.
Lu Erlang indulged himself and drank a few more cups. After returning to the manor, he was helped back to his room by a servant. Perhaps because he had drunk a little too much at the banquet, Lu Erlang, who was usually a good sleeper and rarely dreamed, actually wandered into the world of Hua Xu.
He knew perfectly well that he was dreaming, but his legs still couldn't help but move closer to that beautiful figure.
The autumn wind on Konglai Mountain was already chilly, but the two Bodhi trees were still as vibrant as if they were just beginning to sprout in spring, their branches full of tender green leaves. A girl sat on a stone bench beneath the trees, her back to him, her flowing, soft skirt swaying gently in the wind, each touch brushing against the tranquil heart of the onlooker.
“Miss…” Lu called out, but strangely, apart from these two words, his mouth, which could debate with the scholars in the court, could not utter any other words.
Upon hearing the sound, the graceful figure turned around, her smile merging with the image of Konglai at the foot of the mountain.
"Lu Lang," the girl called to him with a smile.
It really was a dream...
For some reason, the thought popped into his head, and Lu Erlang in his dream sighed.
He looked up again, only to find the scene abruptly changed; the girl before him had been replaced by a festive, bright red. Looking closer, the familiar room was now decorated in a way that seemed unfamiliar, and a woman with a red veil sat on the bright red wedding bed.
After watching for a while, a fawning voice beside Lu Erlang urged, "The groom may lift the veil now."
Lu Xun's feet moved uncontrollably, leading her to the somewhat unfamiliar bedside. Her hands gripped her sleeves tightly, clearly nervous; those hands were also slender and pale.
Under the veil was an unfamiliar face; she was shy and timid, not daring to look up at him.
Lu Xun woke up instantly from his dream.
Hearing the commotion, the night watchman asked, "Young master, is there anything you need?"
"fine"
The outside room fell silent.
Lu Xun didn't sleep all night.
He felt his dream was utterly absurd; the final bride seemed to be accusing him of being fickle. He resolved to cut off his own thoughts, just as he had done before.
The wedding ceremony in Da Yan was complicated and lengthy. Although it lasted for half a year, it passed quickly as the Lu family made intensive preparations.
Lu Xun stood in front of the red sedan chair, watching the old woman lead out a slender, white hand. The hand was so small and delicate that it looked like a fine jade ornament in the warm sunlight, as if it would break at the slightest touch.
The old woman smiled and placed the hand in his palm. The hand looked even smaller in comparison, and it always seemed like he couldn't quite grasp it.
He was as thin as I had imagined, but not too small, about shoulder-high.
Lu Xun felt a sense of familiarity, but when he recalled the dream he had, the image of the young lady from the Lu family in the dream had become blurred, and it seemed that the one in front of him did not quite match.
Lu Xun even began to doubt whether he had actually had such a dream.
This strange feeling persisted until the veil was lifted.
As if a dream were suddenly replaying before his eyes, Lu Xun hesitated for a moment. The nanny smiled and urged, "The groom can lift the veil now."
Everything inexplicably overlapped with my dream.
Lu Erlang picked up a scale and took a step closer.
The girl became even more nervous as he approached, her fingers twisting into a pretzel. Lu Xun was a little worried for her, wondering if she would break those slender fingers.
Yan Qixiang was indeed very nervous, especially when she had to get close to strangers.
She had never even seen Lu Erlang's face, yet now she was to lean against him, drink the nuptial wine, and then share a bed with him... At this moment, Yan Qixiang forgot all about the shyness of a bride. Just thinking about all this made her feel completely lost.
While she was still struggling with her decision, her eyes suddenly lit up. She looked up and saw that Lu Erlang's expression had suddenly froze, and was quite subtle.
An old woman laughed and said, "The bride is so beautiful, look how the groom is staring at her."
The matchmaker took the opportunity to say auspicious words.
Lu Erlang reacted quickly, his expression returning to normal. He sat down next to Yan Qixiang, picked up a cup of nuptial wine from the tray, and handed it to Yan Qixiang.
Yan Qixiang reached out to take it, her numb fingers almost dropping it, but it was supported by a warm palm.
"careful."
Yan Qixiang lowered her eyes, feeling that the gaze on her face had not moved away even a fraction, and her face began to burn. The mental preparation she had painstakingly made began to crumble again.
Her hand was pulled and intertwined with the man's much stronger arm. He was much taller than her, so Yan Qixiang had to look up to meet his gaze.
Lu Erlang was indeed as handsome as others had described, but why did his gaze towards her seem so strange… She had felt this ever since the veil was lifted. Yan Qixiang couldn't help but think about it herself.
The mellow wine moistened her tongue, but Yan Qixiang, lost in thought, didn't notice that she had already downed a glass. Lu Erlang, on the other hand, only took a sip, and seeing her staring blankly at the empty glass, he tilted his head back and drank his glass in one gulp.
Is he... accommodating her?
After he finished drinking, Yan Qixiang let go of his hand and put the wine glass back in its original place.
With the soft touch of her jade-like arm gone, Lu Xun felt a little empty, but looking at that serene profile, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
"Wait for me to come back."
After whispering something in Yan Qixiang's ear, Lu Xun stood up and, seeing that the girl's face was flushed even with makeup, left.

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