A few days later, Murong Fu returned to Suzhou with a group of others, leaving behind the noise in the Dali court, he went to prepare for the wedding.
When I left Yanziwu last time, the residual snow had not faded yet. When I returned to Yanziwu, the peach blossoms had faded.
It's time to take a good rest.
The affairs of Xixia have been settled, and the Xiaoyao sect, which was previously fragmented due to the disappearance of Wuyazi, has actually completed its integration. The green salt and pig iron of Xixia are also continuously transported to the Song-Xia border through the high mountains of Tubo, and then to Dali.
As time goes by, the Duan family in Dali can also rely on this great support to slowly flatten the chieftains and aristocratic families in Dali.
The three neighboring countries around the Song Dynasty have all formed de facto affiliations and alliances with the Murong family. By this time, the so-called rejuvenation of Dayan can be said to have been fully realized.
It can be said without exaggeration that as long as Murong Fu had this idea, the Three Kingdoms could immediately attack the Song Dynasty from three directions at the same time. Even if the soil was torn apart and the Song Dynasty became isolated, it would not be a hardship.
But Murong Fu was too lazy to do this.
Inheriting all the wealth, martial arts, and power of the Xiaoyao Sect, in a sense, Murong Fu is no different from the underground emperor of the Song Dynasty at this time. As long as Murong Fu thinks about it, he can cause a big stir in the world and temples.
If there are no accidents, there is no problem in living youthfully to the age of Tong Lao. Who among the emperors in the past and present can have such a treatment?
That being the case, why bother trying to revive the Great Yan?
In this kind of matter, we still have to believe in the wisdom of future generations, and to believe in the wisdom of future generations, we must first have descendants.
Although Wang Yuyan now has the title of Princess of Dali, it is actually more of a title. The preparations for the wedding are still handled by the Gusu family.
Although the Murong family and the Wang family are now withered, they are Jiangnan aristocratic families after all, and the etiquette they should have is indispensable.
After the three books and six rituals were formalized, the Murong family sent out the news of the wedding.
Murong had made extensive connections in the Jianghu and local circles over the years, so most of the prominent figures in the Jiangnan area had received invitations.
For a time, Yanziwu was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and was filled with guests and friends. From the head of a faction to the grassy rivers and lakes, from the officials of a state to the small officials, the huge Yanziwu was packed with seats, even the boatmen who made a profession of punting boats on Taihu Lake.
Today's business is much better than before.
The previously extremely mysterious Yanziwu was revealed to the world for the first time.
Above Taihu Lake, Yanziwu in the thousands of miles of waves is like a lotus leaf in the lotus breeze in June. With Shenhezhuang as the center, the water area of more than ten miles in radius belongs to the scope of Yanziwu. Many people who come to Yanziwu for the first time
They all marveled at the grand arrangment of the Murong family.
Most of these people knew each other, and after saying hello to each other, they sat down. The steward also put some thought into arranging the seats, and arranged the guests who were friends with each other at the same table. The hall was full, but there was no chaos at all.
, avoiding the embarrassment of having nothing to talk about.
The dishes are all prepared by famous chefs in Suzhou. In recent days, several famous restaurants in Suzhou have temporarily closed because their chefs were hired away.
In Yanziwu, cups were exchanged, and the seats were full of guests.
At this time, Mantuo Villa.
Under the service of several maids and mother-in-law, Wang Yuyan changed into a bright red dowry. Under the bright candlelight, her pretty face without makeup was like a hibiscus emerging from the water, and the delicate flowers reflected the moon.
An old woman held a wooden comb and was combing Wang Yuyan's hair.
The only daughter is getting married today. Even though Mrs. Wang is usually as cold as ice and has a snake-like temperament, she can't help but burst into tears at this moment.
Mrs. Wang said: "Yu Yan, after you get married, you must serve your husband well. You have been in love with your cousin since you were a child, and today you have fulfilled your wish. Your cousin's parents are no longer here. From now on,
There is no need to serve my parents-in-law. Everything is fine here, so you don’t need to worry about me."
Although Wang Yuyan is full of joy, she can't help but feel a little sad after hearing her widowed mother's words. Although she has now figured out her true identity and knows that her biological father is still alive, the experience of growing up as an orphan is still unavoidable.
The earth has left a certain mark on her character.
Wang Yuyan's eyes turned red, and she forced a smile and said: "Mother, what are you talking about? Yanziwu is not far from Mantuo Villa. It will be good for my cousin and I to visit my mother more often in the future."
The mother and daughter said goodbye before leaving, with endless words to say.
"Madam, Miss, the wedding team is here."
Outside the door, the mother-in-law's old voice interrupted the conversation between mother and daughter.
Mrs. Wang looked at her daughter longingly, and after a long while, she said firmly: "Let's go, don't waste the auspicious time."
Wang Yuyan leaned over and bowed: "Mother, please take care of yourself in the future."
Mrs. Wang held on to the door frame and watched her daughter walking towards the wedding procession with the support of several maids and women.
In the water town south of the Yangtze River in Suzhou, few people sit in sedan chairs, so the one who came to welcome the bride was a big boat and a few small boats.
The big ship was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. On the deck, Murong Fu stood on the bow wearing a bright red wedding dress. He saw Wang Yuyan's figure from a distance, and a happy look came to his eyebrows.
The boat was still more than ten feet away from the shore. Murong Fu straightened up and leaped out amidst shouts of exclamation. When he reached half the distance, he tapped his toes again like a dragonfly touching the water, and landed steadily.
Go ashore.
As soon as this unparalleled light skill was revealed, there was a burst of thunderous applause.
Under the red hijab, Wang Yuyan knew that the person coming was the one she loved, and she felt unbearable joy. Amidst the exclamations, she lifted up the hijab, jumped to Murong Fu's side in three steps, and threw away all the maids and women.
Behind him.
"Cousin! You are here!"
Murong Fu held the catkins in his hand, and when he saw the infinite attachment in the beauty's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little crazy for a moment: If you get a beautiful woman like this, what else is worth pursuing?
"Cousin, I'm here, I'm here to marry you."
Wang Yuyan smiled, with some tears in her smile: "Cousin, I feel like all this is a dream. I'm so afraid that this is just a dream of mine."
The lingering thoughts of a girl who has been a virgin for more than ten years now turn into soft silk threads wrapped around her fingers.
"How could it be? Look, am I not here just fine? Come on, my cousin will take you on the boat and we will get married."
Murong Fu gently relaxed his arms and put his arms around Wang Yuyan's waist. He straightened up and landed firmly on the deck.
Bao Bubu was the best man. When he saw Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan boarding the boat, his smile almost overflowed. He immediately ordered the boat to start. Several dumb servants who supported the boat put away the cables and raised the oars, and the boat quickly sailed towards Yanziwu.