Time is like quicksand, slipping away unknowingly along the seams of your hands. In the blink of an eye, ten days passed in a hurry.
On the twenty-fifth of this month, Zhao Yuan got married.
Every household is hung with red silk, and the sound of firecrackers fills the sky, making it even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.
According to the rules, a royal wedding must be paraded through the streets. Chenshi set out from the palace and paraded along the streets for an hour. People lined the streets to congratulate him. Therefore, officers and soldiers were deployed on both sides of the streets early in the morning to strictly guard the wedding.
Just when Lin'an City was flooded with festive red, the sudden white on West Street was extremely eye-catching.
Furong Nuanchun took off the red silk and hung up the white cloth overnight.
Chen Shaoxuan had long been dissatisfied with the red color, and had considered removing it since the day he came back, but was stopped by Leng Changxi. He said it was to avoid alerting others, so he quietly replaced it until last night.
When the morning sun shines into the Lotus Warm Spring, there is already a noisy sea of people outside the door, but inside the Lotus Warm Spring is so quiet and solemn that it is chilling.
In the back hall, ten stunning women in white gauze stood quietly, their heads slightly lowered, as if waiting for someone respectfully.
After a while, a beautiful woman in red with a veil slowly walked up to them, dragging her phoenix skirt. There was a kind of determination in her eyes, mixed with a trace of sadness. She glanced at these women quietly, and spoke with clear eyes.
He asked in a reluctant tone: "Are you all ready?"
"Ready!" The moment she appeared, everyone's eyes became filled with excitement and admiration.
"Today's matter can only be successful, not failed!" The woman's red lips softly uttered this sentence, then turned around and walked towards the front hall.
"What's going on with you guys? Don't you know today is Mr. Yuan's wedding? Don't you want your head?" As soon as they arrived in the hall, they heard shouting from outside the door. The woman's lips curled up slightly in mockery and she sat indifferently.
He walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. The other girls seemed not to hear him, and each found a seat and sat down quietly without saying a word.
"Officer, I'm really sorry. We, Furong Nuanchun, are mourning today, so we hung up the white cloth!" Grandma Wang, dressed in white, twisted her fat body and squeezed in front of the crowd, and said to the captain of the guard in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
.
"What's the point of mourning? We'll have to wait until tomorrow! Mr. Yuan is getting married today, so don't rush into the joy! Look for something bad to happen! Get out now, or I'll put you all in jail!" The head guard threatened in a vicious voice.
As the saying goes, the people do not fight against the officials, but Furong Nuanchun is not an ordinary citizen, and the airs behind it are huge. Therefore, Granny Wang is naturally not afraid of such threats. She thought, anyway, the pavilion master has promised that, absolutely
Nothing would happen, she just had to do it with confidence and boldness.
"This is not possible. The person mourning today is extremely important. Our Pavilion Master said that the mourning time cannot be delayed!" Grandma Wang waved a fan with one hand and a handkerchief with the other, looking at the captain of the guard with a smile.
, which immediately made the captain of the guard shiver, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
"You, you, tell your pavilion master to get out of here!" The captain of the guard couldn't bear to look at Grandma Wang's face anymore, so he took two steps back with a trembling voice.
"Our Pavilion Master is not someone who easily meets people, and we hope that the officials will not embarrass others!" Grandma Wang covered her face with a fan, showed a cute smile, and squeezed her small eyes, which made the captain of the guard suddenly darken his face.
"It's true that you don't have to drink wine as a penalty! I'll arrest everyone who comes!" The captain of the guard waved his hand, and a pair of officers and soldiers surrounded him. The crowd who were still watching the excitement all took a few big steps back.
I'm afraid that if I don't investigate, I will be implicated.
"Wait a minute." Just when they were about to arrest someone, a faint sound of resistance came from inside the door, and then Chen Shaoxuan slowly stepped out of the door of Furong Warm Spring.
I saw him wearing a white brocade robe inlaid with gold threads and flowing cloud patterns, a mutton-fat jade crown standing high on his head, a handsome face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a pair of phoenix eyes with a penetrating coldness. As soon as he appeared, the surroundings were surrounded by
In the silence, all the women looked straight in the eyes.
"Who are you?" Suppressed by the aura around him, the captain of the guard felt weak and quietly took a step back. This man knew the danger at the first glance.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you can't go in." The iron fan in Chen Shaoxuan's hand opened with a "swipe" sound and swayed gently. Before pressing the button, the fan was just an ordinary fan.
, However, this seemingly ordinary fan gave the captain of the guard a bloody cold feeling, which made him swallow secretly and move back a few steps again.
Just as the turmoil of the warm spring in Furong was just beginning, the wedding ceremony in the palace slowly began.
Zhao Yuan, served by Xiaodouzi, was dressed in a bright red wedding robe with a big flower hanging on his chest, but there was no trace of newlywed joy on his face. The Wende Palace also had a lot of fun because of Zhao Yuan's face.
The expression on his face fell into a lifeless state, with no trace of joy in sight.
"Today is your wedding, don't put on a dead face." Leng Zhanchen crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, looking at Zhao Yuan and frowning.
Zhao Yuan heard this and sneered: "Don't you blame me? Originally, all of this should have belonged to Xiao Baoer, but now it has been taken by another person."
Leng Zhanchen lowered his head slightly, the light in his eyes flashed, and he slightly raised a wry smile: "You have no choice, what's so weird about it."
"But I blame myself for not being able to protect her, not being able to give her what she wants. Not a day goes by that I don't hate myself for being like this, so powerless, so at the mercy of others!" Zhao Yuan's eyes became more and more intense.
The deeper it goes, the deeper it becomes, with an unspeakable resentment.
"Zhao Yuan..." Leng Zhanchen was a little worried and couldn't bear it. He knew that Zhao Yuan had never found Leng Changxi, and he missed and blamed himself in his heart. Leng Zhanchen wanted to tell him about Leng Changxi, but because he remembered
He gave up on the promise he had made, with his hands on
He clenched his fists at his side a few times, then sighed and turned around and left the room: "This is the fate you are destined to bear. Even if you don't want to, even if you hate it, you have to go on. No matter how many times this happens, you will
You can't change its outcome."
Listening to Leng Zhanchen's cruel words before leaving, Zhao Yuan's heart ached beyond measure. He didn't understand why he had to bear such a fate. If God was destined to let him bear it, why did he let him meet Leng Changxi again? Finally,
If we don't meet each other, there will be no pain.