Chapter 10 — Pick up the Bridegroom

Perhaps the thread of fate connecting Duong Giao Nguyet and Trieu Hang has been completely broken. Five years ago, Trieu Hang and I both failed to die. At that time I thought, then let's hide in the cracks of fate, quietly living through the days. We walked back home side by side. The moonlight along the road is very beautiful. Come to the front door. Trieu Hang seemed to have just thought it through and accused me:
"You lied to me! You are so powerful, how could you be sold by your parents? You were beaten and scolded, hungry and thirsty. You are lucky that you don't hit others."
I don't pay attention to him. Trieu Hang was busy boiling water. I stand next to you and drink medicine. Trieu Hang raised his hand to test the temperature in the bathtub. He turned his head and said to me:
"Don't stay too long. I'll stand outside the door. If something happens, call me."
Trieu Hang closed the door and went out. I sat in the bathtub, looking at the figure on the window. Trieu Hang suddenly asked:
“Do you want to go on a blind date with Lam Tri Vien?”
I played with the water, laughed, then answered an unrelated question:
“I plan to get married.”
Trieu Hang did not speak anymore. I finished showering and came out. Trieu Hang wiped my hair and urged me into the room:
“The night wind is cold, come inside quickly.”
In the room where incense is burned, the smell is very pleasant. The blankets and mattresses were neatly arranged. There is also a cup of warm water on the table. Trieu Hang quickly went out. He used my bath water and simply washed once. When he entered, he still smelled of soapberry. I took out a picture and slowly opened it. Trieu Hang's face turned red, he snatched the painting:
“Why is this painting at your place!”
I rested my chin, admired his expression, and said kindly:
"Today my parents came to find me. They said that the crown prince Tran Bac Vuong had spoken, if he wanted to marry, he would marry a lady who looked like the person in the painting. They felt that the person in the painting looked a lot like me, so they advised me to marry the crown prince. You say, this prince and I have never met, but he's thinking about marrying me, he's really shameless."
To be honest, my parents and I haven't seen each other for five years. They don't care how we survived. Just holding my portrait, wanting me to act as a substitute. Remembering that scene, I still feel quite funny. We have to thank them for giving us another story to entertain us after dinner. Trieu Hang respectfully put the painting away and explained:
"Vuong Tran Bac told me to go back to the capital to get married and leave behind descendants. I was annoyed by what he said, so I took this painting out lightly. I never... ever thought..."
The words behind, he couldn't say. I snapped my fingers. Trieu Hang came over. I kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth, but didn't wait for me to make the next move. He silently closed his mouth again and turned around to wash the clothes I had just changed into. We pulled him back. Trieu Hang sadly said:
"You always like to tease me. You're almost married and yet you still kiss me."
I held back my laughter and asked:
"Once we get married, can't we kiss you?"
Trieu Hang's expression was extremely tense. Finally he squeezed out a sentence:
“Just don't let your husband find out.”
I endured until my stomach ached and continued to ask:
“What if he finds out?”
Trieu Hang thought and said seriously:
“Then I will tell him that I shamelessly seduced you, it has nothing to do with you, and tell him not to blame you.”
I couldn't bear it anymore, I hugged Trieu Hang's face and kissed him continuously, laughing so hard can't breathe. Trieu Hang was angry when I laughed. He pushed me away:
“You tease me again!”
I took out a red headscarf from the chest and said seriously:
"I'm not teasing you. I really want to get married, tonight."
Trieu Hang looked at the red scarf embroidered with an auspicious dragon and phoenix and angrily snatched it away:
“Where did you find it!”
Bien Thanh has had a custom since ancient times. When a girl gets married, her biological mother must embroider a beautiful red headscarf for her, meaning that husband and wife will be together until their hair turns gray. Previously, Ton Nhi Nuong once unintentionally said to me:
“You have reached this age, you should also embroider a headscarf.”
I casually replied:
“I don't have a mother.”
Unexpectedly, Trieu Hang remembered. He silently embroidered a headscarf for me. I won't continue toying with him. I said:
“Trieu Hang, let's get married tonight.”
Trieu Hang rolled his eyes at me:
“With whom?”
I pointed at him, then pointed at myself:
“You and me.”
I hugged him and kissed him. The two of us hid under the red scarf, wrapped tightly around each other. We lie together. I told Trieu Hang:
“Is it like five years ago, when you and I were lying in the cemetery?”
Trieu Hang hugs me:
“Speaking nonsense again!”
A moment later. Trieu Hang carefully stroked my face:
"It's like I'm dreaming. Just now I stood outside the bathroom, thinking for a long time. If you really want to marry Lam Tri Vien, I will move to live next to the Lam family. Every day I will wash clothes, cook for you, buy clothes and jewelry for you. I will be by your side to protect you all my life. Leaving you, I cannot live."
I said "oh" and asked:
"Just think about washing clothes and cooking for me, don't you think about kissing me?"
Trieu Hang's face turned red again, he whispered:
"I... also thought about it. But we have to see what you mean."
What an idiot.