March 18th arrived as scheduled.

Zhengyang Avenue from Zhengyang Gate to Zhengyang Square is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, the ground is paved with red cloth, and the guards are strictly guarded.

On both sides of the road, there were densely packed Ming people.

They were looking forward to the end of the road.

"Here it comes, the grand concubine is here!"

Following waves of exclamations, vocal music was immediately heard.

On the far side of Zhengyang Avenue, in front of them was a drumming team, accompanied by dozens of Tiqi guards. In the center, there were sixteen warriors carrying a sedan chair.

Carrying a large sedan chair at the age of sixteen was exclusive to the emperor.

In fact, situations like Zhu Ying and Ye Yueqing's situation rarely happen in ancient and modern history.

As the grandson of Zhu Ying, he now enjoys the treatment that only an emperor can have. Of course, this treatment was also specially approved by Zhu Yuanzhang.

In other dynasties, the prince had a different etiquette system.

In some dynasties, there was even a gap between the emperor and the prince, so it was naturally impossible to have such a grand scene.

After becoming the emperor, the process of getting married was no longer required.

The process of enthroning the queen came directly.

Not to mention the people watching the ceremony.

In Zhengyang Square, hundreds of officials stand respectfully on both sides, at the top of the square, under the flag-raising platform of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the dragon chair, and Zhu Ying stood beside him.

"Dasun, how are you feeling right now?"

Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile while looking at Da Sun, who was staring straight ahead.

Hearing this, Zhu Ying turned around and said with a smile, "Grandpa, please don't make fun of your grandson. This is my grandson's first wedding. I can't explain how I feel in my heart."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and looked at the escorts who were walking slowly towards the end of Zhengyang Avenue.

His eyes were in a trance, as if he had seen the scene where he had been married.

At that time, he was the ninth commander of Guo Zixing's personal soldiers. He took the lead in the war and handed over all the spoils he gained to Guo Zixing.

After receiving a reward, he said that the credit belongs to everyone, so he distributed the reward to everyone.

Guo Zixing admired Zhu Yuanzhang very much, and thinking of the entrustment of his close friend Ma Gong, he married Ma to Zhu Yuanzhang.

At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang was still called Zhu Chongba.

The sergeants in the army also changed their title to Mr. Zhu.

After Zhu Yuanzhang got married, he also changed his official name.

Zhu Guorui.

This was the name I mentioned when I first met Zhu Ying.

Thinking of his former self, the corners of Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth curled up slightly, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

The beauty of having a big girl by my side can no longer be returned.

The noisy drum music brought Zhu Yuanzhang back to his senses and realized that today was his grandson's great day, and he quickly wiped the tears from his eyes.

Zhu Ying did not notice this scene.

His mind was attracted by the approaching procession in front of him.

In his past and present life, this was his first marriage. He had not yet fallen in love, but he had already reached the stage of marrying a wife.

start a family,

Such distant words are now before our eyes.

He didn't say anything, but he already had a different feeling in his heart.

A very strange feeling.

Perhaps due to the influence of his previous life, an invisible responsibility fell on his shoulders.

It won't be long before he takes on the role of a father.

With minds racing, the team had arrived at Zhengyang Square.

"Why are you still standing there? Go quickly."

Hearing the old man's urging, Zhu Ying responded and hurried over.

When Zhu Ying walked past the flag-raising platform of the Ming Dynasty, all the officials bowed, the soldiers knelt on one knee, and the people bowed their heads.

There were even more drums playing.

Behind him, the national flag of the Ming Dynasty was slowly raised for the first time.

Zhu Ying walked to the sedan, led Ye Yueqing, who was wearing a red hijab, and slowly walked to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Listening to the official of the Ministry of Rites reading the Zhaowen next to him, Zhu Ying felt the tension in Ye Yueqing's hands.

Unlike folk worship halls, as the eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty and the grandson and crown prince, officials from the Ministry of Rites offered sacrifices to heaven and earth and paid homage to their ancestors.

Many of the ceremonies are somewhat similar to the Taisun Enrollment Ceremony at that time.

To the common people, it is naturally elegant and solemn.

After the ceremony, it was already noon.

The rest will naturally be held inside the palace.

...

"Today is March 18th, the wedding day of His Highness Taisun. We are away under orders and cannot celebrate. Today, we will completely capture the rebels and pacify Shaanxi. As a gift to His Highness Taisun, do you agree?"

In the big tent, Lan Yu stood up and said in a deep voice.

Today is the wedding of His Royal Highness Taisun, but he can only vindicate himself here and cannot congratulate him. This makes Lan Yu feel very unhappy.

As the folk saying goes, the sky is big and the earth is big, your uncle is the biggest.

Zhu Ying's biological mother is Lan Yu's niece and her sister's daughter.

According to seniority, Lan Yu is Zhu Ying's uncle.

In today's clan relations in the Ming Dynasty, people are considered blood relatives before they have passed the fifth service.

But now he couldn't congratulate Zhu Ying as his in-laws' uncle.

As for the two brothers Chang Sheng and Chang Sen of the Chang family, how can they compare to me if they have any status?

After hearing the words of Liang Guogong Lan Yu, Cao Zhen stood up and expressed his stance first:

"These rats in the sewers hide here and there all day long. These days, they don't dare to compete with our army."

"Now that the location of their lair has been figured out, the general has given me three thousand soldiers. I will be the vanguard and kill them all. I will make these rebels surrender obediently."

Cao Zhen's words are not bragging.

During these days, Tian Jiucheng and other rebels were besieged, and there were many small-scale ambushes, but the Ming Dynasty was victorious.

After all, the rebels had not received systematic training, and the rebellion had not lasted long, and they had only fought two downwind battles.

These two battles can be described as one-sided situations, and their effectiveness in improving soldiers is not great.

Even when the city was attacked, Shanxi merchants arranged internal responses. After two days of siege, they captured the city gate and the city in one fell swoop.

On the other hand, Lan Yu's side is full of old soldiers, and they are the guards of the capital.

In daily training and other aspects, the combat power does not have to be inferior, because naturally no one dares to fool or commit corruption secretly under the emperor's feet.

Coupled with the appearance of the Xuanjia Guards, the combat power of the guards' officers has been greatly increased.

The battle in the mountains and forests cannot be won by attacking the plains with just a large number of people. A charge of elite soldiers will be more effective.

As Cao Zhen complied, more generals also requested orders.

Lan Yu naturally had no reason to refuse.

At this moment, there was a gloomy and bleak scene in the village.

Even though Gao Fuxing had improved his morale through many strategies, the difference in hard power was too big.

The elite government and military forces are simply not something that these farmers who have just revolted can fight against.

Once a small team of more than ten people encounters the Ming army, it will only end up being destroyed.

Often one officer can chase and kill four or five people.

Whether it is in terms of military equipment or personal fighting ability, the gap is huge.

"Mr. Gao, there is no momentum left in our village now. There were hundreds of deserters yesterday."

"If this continues, it won't be long before the cottage will be finished."

"This morning, many leaders tried to shirk the situation, but no one dared to patrol the mountain."
To be continued...