The flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year. Xiaohu stepped into the long-lost city of Beijing, and the noisy streets were the same as a few months ago. It seemed that all the past events happened yesterday. Today is the first day of March, and it rains.
Is Tang okay, is her embroidery workshop okay, is he okay? She can't wait, and her steps are hurried.
When the officials opened the way on Dongzhimen Street, people consciously stood on both sides and heard the loud sound of gongs, drums and horns in the distance. The musicians in auspicious costumes strutted with majesty. An old woman on the side said with envy: "It's so impressive. I remember back then."
When I got married, I only had a broken red sedan chair." The old man next to me teased, "Just be content with this. Who is this guy? He's even stronger than our waists!"
Xiaohu couldn't help but smile. Although the folk saying was vulgar, the description was the most appropriate. The long queue could not be seen ending, and the gold-painted and red-faced cars were tied with colorful balls. What kind of grand wedding could only be held by noble people? "Brother,
Which dignitary is getting married today? The battle is so big!" Before the waiter at the tea shop could answer, Xiao Hu saw a woman in Mongolian attire getting out of the car and waving to the people on both sides generously.
, she looked like Princess Wan Yue who had grown up in the same place since she was a child. "It turned out to be her, no wonder..."
The car was a little further away, and a man was also pulled out by Wan Yue. He lowered his head and could not see his face clearly. At this time, Xiao Erfang replied: "Today we are engaged to worship our ancestors. If we get married, I guess the battle will be even bigger."
.How can the marriage between the Mongolian princess and the current emperor's brother and the prince be arranged in a small way? Not to mention the majesty of the emperor, even the Mongolian envoys are watching!" The cup in Xiaohu's hand almost slipped, "What do you mean?
, who is it?” “The Mongolian princess is following us and the prince!”
Xiaohu threw down a piece of silver and chased after the car. Seeing that the car was driving away, she used the red silk on the restaurant to jump up to the eaves and chased after the car with Qinggong. She stopped panting at the small inn in front of the car.
.Driving in the car, the face next to Princess Wan Yue was extremely familiar. It once felt so close, but now it just feels out of reach. After all, I arrived a step too late. Men's hearts are changeable, and I have already missed the surroundings.
The vegetation gradually blurred, my mind was spinning, and I almost fell downstairs.
The people she once thought were not so important tortured her heart all the time during the days of separation. When the concubine's words woke up the dreamer, she was filled with longing for her and returned to this city like an arrow. Half a month's journey away,
She had only used it for ten days. At this moment, the soles of her shoes were still stuck to the mud and sand of the grassland, but what greeted her was that they were broken unexpectedly.
The person in the car said with a smile, "Look at you, you are sweating from playing. You are going to worship the sky. Be careful that the shaman won't let you in!" Facing Hong Zhou's scolding, Wan Yue smiled and hooked his arms around him.
She touched the tip of his nose and said, "I will be the wife of the prince, who dares!" In the bustling public, the two were so intimate that the people who lined the streets to welcome her exclaimed, "What a perfect match!"
"So, how important is it to be well-matched? If she is the daughter of an ordinary family, how can she be worthy of being treated like this by the prince!" Every sentence around her was like a cold arrow, pricking her with holes. The love she wanted was actually
Is it not tolerated in the world? What should I do...
The engagement day was the day when the Mongolian crown prince got married to a humble palace maid. The celebration of the two in the Qing court was just Tong Bo's attempt to correct Xue Ying's status. The real wedding would not be held until the Mongolian prairie according to local customs.
Even so, Tong Boer did not care about it. He asked the emperor for a decree and the celebration was held in the main hall of Yonghe Palace. All the royal family members were invited.
For Yu Yutang, no matter how reluctant she is to walk with her cold-blooded husband, the wedding of Brother Tong, whom she grew up with, must not be missed. As a result, the two of them tried their best to keep their faces separate when they appeared in front of Yonghe Palace.
With a smile, "Madam please!" "Thank you sir." In the eyes of outsiders, they are still a harmonious and beautiful young couple.
When Tong Bo saw the two of them, he immediately came forward to say hello, "Zhongtang and Fujin are still so affectionate, it's really enviable." Fu Heng brought Yutang's hand closer, "To each other." Yutang secretly struggled to break free.
She took his hand and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Prince Tong for finding a good match. Where is the bride?" Tong Bo had a smile in his eyes, and he was indeed happy, "She is in Changchun Palace, and the Queen has recognized her as her adopted sister.
Now that’s her natal family.” “In that case, I’m the bride’s natal family.” She turned to Fu Heng and whispered, “I’m going to my sister’s place. Sir, please help yourself!”
The maids in the Changchun Palace were busy. On one side was the newly born little princess to take care of, and on the other side was the future princess who was about to fly on the branch. As soon as Yutang came, Qu Ru seemed to have seen a savior, "Fu Jin came just in time.
, Miss Xueying has just finished her makeup, and before she has time to do her bun, the princess calls her slave again. She is not worried if it is someone else's slave. Please ask Fujin to help you!" "I am just a free man, Aunt Qu, hurry up.
Go and see Yong Xi, leave the Crown Princess to me." Qu Ru left with a lot of gratitude.
Xue Ying was nervous. When she saw Yu Tang's figure in the mirror, she turned around happily and said, "Tang Fujin, you're here." Yu Tang smiled and gently helped her sit down, with his hands comforting her shoulders, "
Are you very nervous? It was the same the day I came out of the cabinet." "Yeah, I was so worried that I didn't sleep well all night last night. I was just afraid that something would go wrong today. As soon as I put on my wedding dress this morning, my heart was beating wildly.
I’m afraid that I can’t do it well.”
Yutang took out the brocade box that had been prepared, took out a yellowed ivory comb, and gently groomed Xueying, "Don't be afraid, every girl has this day. This is the dowry given to me by my aunt when I got married.
Now, if I give it to you, it will be regarded as my secret filial piety to the Crown Princess as a wedding gift." Xueying touched her fingers and said, "Tang Fujin, you are a rare sincere person in this palace. They all wear masks.
In life, you are the only one who is sincerely good for me." "If you keep talking, my face will be redder than the bride with shame. Now, you don't have to think about anything, just remember that you are Brother Tong.
Just be your wife. I will help you put a beautiful bun into a bun. I promise, your husband will never be able to take his eyes off you again."
When Yutang said these words, she actually felt guilty in her heart. She couldn't even win her husband's heart, but here she used good words to seduce others. Thinking about it, she felt a little funny. But what she wanted to do was to make this newlywed
Mom is relieved and full of infinite longing for the marriage that is about to begin. Otherwise, how can one be happy if there is no hope.