The newly laid red carpet stretched out from the high Duanhong Hall, winding up and down the ten steps, like a fire spitting its tongue, and licking all the way to the square gate. The lanterns on the eaves and corners of the halls and pavilions were all changed.
And many appropriate colorful couplets were hung in appropriate places. The King of the Eagle Kingdom, who has always been dressed in green and purple underwear, pulled up his black hair today and put on a bright red wedding dress that was rich and noble, as sexy as blood, adding two points of the royal family's fiery spirit.
He has an aura of lust for power, and his face is majestic and cold as before, but his beauty is a little pale.
Surrounded by a group of maids, the one also wearing red is a young man who has just turned eighteen years old and is just two months old. His handsome face has begun to grow into clear edges and corners, and his childishness has not faded away, but his hair is very dark.
Mature and thick, bound by a sapphire crown, with green hairpins passing through the crown, like a rich source, long hair like a waterfall sloping down, completely covering the red dress on the back.
In the center of the square, there is a large table with 500-year-old frost hibiscus wood. On the jade plate, there are piled high the three precious fruits of the wilderness: frost orange, feather pear, and crisp snow apple. There are three kinds of cooked animals: sheep, pigs, and cattle.
The meat was mixed with a lot of precious seasonings. It was steaming hot and fragrant. The smoke from the purple gold stove was lingering. Three thick sticks of sacred incense were inserted into it, and the top was only a little burned. There was only a little dust on the table.
On both sides of the red carpet in the square, palace orchestras, generals, swordsmen, counselors, and military guards stood symmetrically in sequence. It was so dark that it was impossible to see the end. On the solemn faces, you could faintly see the festive expressions of expectations and blessings.
It was already dusk, the sun was slowly setting towards the west, and the afterglow spread across the palace. The scenery was ambiguous and the shadows on the carpet were long and slanted, adding a faint shadow to the big day.
The white-clothed congratulator stood on the left side of the table and saw the hourglass dripping at six o'clock in the hour. It was the best time to worship the heaven and the earth. His voice spread throughout the audience, "The auspicious time has come. Please worship the heaven and the earth."
The ritual music was played in unison, the horns were blasting, and the firecrackers hanging from the eaves of Duanhong Hall were lit. They swung and crackled dexterously, and the previously silent square suddenly became lively.
Huike Hall is to the west of Duanhong Hall, and Mo Qian Hall is to the east. As soon as Zhu Songsi finished speaking, the doors of the two palaces suddenly opened, and the man in red, followed by a group of maids, slowly walked towards Duanhong.
They met at the center of the palace, bowed slightly to each other, and stood facing the square. Zheng Xiaohan put his palms up, crossed and flat, and Mo Huan followed the maid's instructions and placed his right hand on top of the monarch's left hand. However, he
It was obvious that the monarch's body trembled slightly, thinking that some taboo had been violated, and his already anxious heart was beating very fast. However, the monarch's face was still pale, and no expression could be seen.
He became bolder, and subconsciously clasped her hand, followed her steps, and walked down the steps facing the setting sun, as if after a long time, they stopped in front of the table where they worshiped the heaven and earth.
At this moment, the sound of firecrackers is heard, the sun is half setting on the mountain, and there are endless rituals and music, sometimes sonorous and sudden, sometimes long and long, echoing over the Eagle Palace, with lingering sounds.
"Bow down to heaven and earth." Zhu Songsi drawled his voice, fulfilling his rare duty.
Mo Huan unclasped his left hand and knelt down together with the woman in red next to him. After bowing deeply, they each took the incense from Zhu Songsi and inserted it into the purple gold furnace. The yellow-green sky was deep and wide,
It seemed like there were countless pairs of eyes looking down.
Second, pay homage to the ancestors and kings of the Eagle.
Finally, the husband and wife bowed to each other. The sonorous music of the congratulations was like a rainbow, passing through the sound of ritual music. The men in red clothes faced each other. The monarch was indifferent and majestic, and the wife's face was nervous but gentle. Only one bow and that one were missing.
The woman who takes off his hair crown in Huike Hall can become his woman for the rest of her life.
"When I heard about the wedding of Lord Ying, I was ordered by Shao Dian to send you a congratulatory gift."
A man in gray clothes came from the direction of Cangteng and landed in front of the altar where he worshiped heaven and earth. He lowered his head slightly and held a brocade box in his hands.
The music and rituals stopped abruptly. Everyone looked at Cang Teng's visitor with vigilant and hostile eyes. Shao Kefan would certainly do no good by giving gifts at this time.
Zheng Xiaohan was startled for a moment, then raised his right palm to signal to continue. The music and ritual music sounded again. Although it expressed a festive meaning, it had a more cautious and cool atmosphere. The atmosphere in the Duanhong Palace Square seemed lively, however,
Many swordsmen and ministers pressed their swords tightly on their waists.
Zheng Xiao smiled coldly, "Cang Tengjun is interested." She took the short and narrow brocade box, and lying inside was a piece of folded rice paper, with faintly written writing on it. She unfolded it doubtfully, her eyes hurriedly
After scanning the above content, there were only a few sentences, but it was like a thunderbolt striking down her whole body from head to toe, making her almost unable to stand.
I would like to inform the world:
Starting today, that is, the fifth day of January in the year 1509 of the Cang Teng Calendar, gold coupons will be invalidated, decoupled from gold, silver, jade and copper, and replaced by treasure bonds of equal value. Large and small banks will no longer engage in gold coupon exchange business.
Those who have issued the coupons, including banks, can go to the Cai Zhen Hall of the Royal Palace to redeem the treasure bond seals, and the right to issue the treasure bond seals belongs to the Cai Zhen Hall.
At the end of the right is the red seal of the Cang Teng Kingdom's jade seal.
Golden coupons are a paper storage method with a minimum face value of one hundred thousand taels of silver. Generally, only wealthy families and princes and generals in the palace can use them. Shao Kefan's move will not have a substantial impact on many ordinary families. It has only one purpose.
, making the gold coupons worth one million taels of gold in her hand become a piece of waste paper.
She originally planned to use half of the million taels of gold to attack Cang Teng in the three places, and half to win over the leaders of the three places. However, all the plans came to nothing. Things happened thrillingly in the past few days, but they seemed to be swept by the fiercest wind.
In the wasteland, there was nothing before, and even more nothingness after that.
The paleness showed through the rouged face, as if the cold air was dense, making the pink blush look strange. However, an unpredictable smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Xiaohan's mouth, "The messenger told Cang Teng that this gift is worth it."
I put a lot of thought into it and delivered it to the right point. I am very pleased with it, so I will accept it for the time being. However, if one day I feel that I can’t bear it, I will definitely pay double the amount back to Cang Teng to express my sincerity.”
The envoy didn't seem to know what he was sending, so he calmly replied, "As long as the Lord of the Eagles likes it, there is still one more day to go before the national wedding. I will take my leave. May the Lord and your husband be together forever, and be united forever." After saying this, he cheered.
Flying in the direction of Cang Teng.
Amidst the sound of ritual music, thousands of piercing eyes stared at Cang Teng's emissary as he left. Only when they disappeared did the atmosphere return to some festive mood. Zheng Xiaohan tried his best to restrain his anger, folded the rice paper, put it into the brocade box, and handed it over.
After placing it in Zhu Songsi's hands, he said calmly, "Continue."
"Husband and wife bow to each other!" The newlyweds bowed for the third time. After bowing, it was as if the dust had settled, as if they had forgotten that Cang Teng had been here just now. The momentum of the ritual music and music became stronger, and the paused horn sounded again.
Put a smile on your face, lean in and discuss in detail.
When she knelt down, it seemed that all the strength she had deliberately suppressed was released at this moment. Her knees fell heavily and her whole body went limp. Seeing that Mo Huan was about to get up, she frowned slightly and moved her legs, but it still didn't help. Mo Huan opened his eyes with a pair of bright black eyes.
With his clear eyes, as if he had seen through something, he stretched out his hand to hold her and slowly brought her up.
Ritual and music were flourishing, resounding through the sky. Colorful strips hung in the air between Duanhong Hall and the gate of the square. The setting sun covered the whole body, and the yellow-green clouds in the western sky intertwined, casting thousands of ambiguous rays of rays of light.
The female monarch is extremely majestic, with an indifferent face, and her plump forehead makes her look like a saint in power. The rare red wedding dress makes her even more noble and gorgeous. Her head, which is usually rarely decorated, is decorated with appropriate jade beads.
Jinbu Yao, the red hijab extends from the horizontal hairpin of the hair, passes through the high bun, and flutters on the back, just like the red clouds pouring down.
At this moment, she and Wang Fu were holding hands and kowtowing to each other, but their hearts seemed to have fallen into the wilderness, letting vultures peck at them, and the pain was sharp. Just like when they appeared, they slowly walked side by side to Duanhong Hall, turned around again, and stood beside Zhuan Hou.
The maidservants greeted him and walked toward Huike Hall surrounded by people.
"The state banquet has begun. Please come to the Yanxuan Pavilion to dine." Zhu Songsi and everyone in the square watched the newlyweds disappear in a blur of greenery, and uttered the last words of his duties.
Shao Kefan gently tapped the mechanism behind the bookcase. Wanjia was leaning on the elevated pillow, staring at her spliced feet, her eyes were happy and a little sad.
"Do you feel better?" He stopped Pharmacist Yang who was about to come up to him, and motioned him to concentrate on grinding the medicine. He glanced at the feet covered in plaster and thickly wrapped with gauze, and asked lightly, without any expression, and could not clearly see the joy and sorrow.
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Wan Jia's cheeks turned a light pink, she smiled, stood up slightly, and said as a gift, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you for your concern, the monarch." He added, "The monarch saved half of the family wealth for the Zhou family, and asked Pharmacist Yang to take over it for Wan Jia.
Feet, Wanjia will remember them throughout her life."
Shao Kefan nodded and stared at the window on the wall that Jian Xin asked him to cut open. "No need, it was Feng Yuan who worked so hard to bring your feet back to Cangteng. I just gave instructions to the pharmacist."
Hearing the word "Feng Yuan", yesterday's scenes appeared in my mind, warm and bloody, fierce and peaceful, like an unreal dream, that handsome young man who was detoxifying with kisses, who was chic and suave, and a little cynical.
He held her ankle and said to her in the most sincere tone, "If you don't dislike me, Fengyuan is willing to take care of you for the rest of your life."
However, it was just a day's excitement, and the feeling of gratitude was more than the excitement, how could it compare with the hard work of several months? What she wanted to be with was always the same person, but he was full of affection.
It was tied to the woman in yellow with stunning appearance and compassionate heart, and she couldn't be distinguished at all.
Even though she was hurt, she still replied politely, "I'm grateful for the great kindness. When I get out, Wanjia will thank Fengyuan properly. However, when the monarch came to see him in person, Wanjia was also very moved." Suddenly he remembered something, and his expression became condensed.
With a layer of serious frost, "The reason why Wanjia was imprisoned by Zheng Xiaohan was because she overheard her talking to Yang Yongqing about something." After a pause, he saw that the monarch was waiting for her to continue, and continued, "Plan Eagle.
Raise your troops and soar."
A faint smile appeared on Shao Kefan's lips, "I have long expected that Ying Zhi will definitely raise his troops."
The purple-clothed woman's expression suddenly turned gloomy. She almost paid her life for it, lost her legs, and caused the Zhou family to lose half of their wealth. He had already guessed that she had gone through many hardships before she had the opportunity to tell it, but it was
Worthless.
However, didn't he make up for everything she lost? Why did this disaster happen and for what purpose?
His lips trembled twice, and he finally managed to choke out four words, "The king is wise."
Shao Kefan lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes a little complicated, "After today's morning court, Feng Yuan was left alone to ask for my marriage. I wonder if you are willing?"
Wanjia's eyes widened in shock, and her heart beat a beat faster. Although Feng Yuan had said that he would take care of her for the rest of his life, she still couldn't adapt to the matter of proposing marriage. Marrying Feng Yuan... what kind of concept is this?
? He paused and replied, "Wanjia wants to think about it for a while first."
Shao Kefan nodded slightly, "That's fine, you take good care of it." After saying that, he walked out, dressed in red, like a manzhu and sandalwood burning seductively, the flames were cool and cool.
"Your Majesty." An urgent but gentle call came from behind. Wanjia stood up and stared blankly at the back of the red clothed man. Did he really never understand? Or should I say, he always understood. However, there is a difference between understanding and not understanding.
What's the use?
Shao Kefan kept his original pace and reached the door without stopping.
The tears finally fell from the corners of Wanjia's eyes, and her voice was trembling, as if she was wronged, as if she was determined, as if saying goodbye, "Your Majesty, I would like to trouble you to tell Feng Yuan that Wan Jia has agreed to this marriage, and asked him to go to Jiqian Zhou's house to express his gratitude to his father.
After mentioning it, Wan Jia will recuperate for a few days and then return to the capital."
Shao Kefan paused and did not look back. He just said "Okay" and walked out of the secret room. The door and the bookcase were closed tightly.