After the Lantern Festival in Tianbao's ninth year, not only were the lights on the Bachuan Street Market not removed, but hundreds of craftsmen came to carry out a new round of renovations and decorations on the entire long street. Read the book
A curious person inquired and learned that Zhou Erlang would pay homage to his consort in the near future, and Bachuan was decorated to welcome the arrival of the princess.
Compared with the market, there is even more extensive construction work in the garden.
The balconies, green plants, and pavilions in the inner garden were renovated and rebuilt under the personal supervision of Pang Gong.
The inner garden was designed by Mr. Su from the Ministry of Industry, and the timber beams and columns were brought from Bazhou thousands of miles away. Pang Gong's instructions were only one sentence - "Everything should be done in accordance with the royal etiquette."
The slaves in the Caiwei Courtyard, led by Xiao Qingchan, moved Zhou Jun's personal belongings into the inner garden one after another. People from the palace also came to place the gifts from the royal family properly.
Everything is going on in an intensive and orderly manner.
On the third day of the third lunar month, Shangsi Festival, we had a feast near the water, with wine glasses flowing through the meandering water.
As soon as the sky was getting slightly brighter, Zhou Jun rode his horse and led the team into the imperial city, waiting for Zong Zheng's wedding ceremony in front of the palace gate.
What is marriage? We perform the ceremony in the dark, so it is called marriage.
Before the Tang Dynasty, and in the early Tang Dynasty, most marriages were held at dusk.
For example, when Princess Taiping married Xue Shao, it was at sunset. The torches on both sides of the road stretched from Xing'an Gate to the Princess Mansion. The heat from the torches withered the trees beside the road.
By the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the custom of "night marriage" gradually changed to "day marriage", that is, the wedding time was arranged at dawn, and the wedding time could not be later than twelve o'clock noon.
The sun rose slowly, and when the sunlight illuminated the crown carvings on the eaves of the palace gate, the palace gate opened wide and chariots continued to come out of the middle road.
Zhou Jun first found Zong Zhengsi's commander, bowed down and asked if he wanted to set off.
After receiving a positive answer, Zhou Jun mounted his horse, led the convoy, and marched out of the palace gate and courtyard towards the Royal Palace.
When the consort and the princess's motorcade arrived in front of the Imperial Palace, hundreds of officials and ministers were lined up at the entrance of the palace.
Li Longji came from the Imperial Palace and came out from the Western Hall to bid farewell to the Princess Consort and his entourage.
Xiao Jiong, Yin of Jingzhao Prefecture, was the ceremonial envoy, and Hongwen, a bachelor of literature, was the best man. Zhou Jun first bowed to the saint, and then bowed to the minister, who bowed down and bowed his head.
After the ceremony was completed, Li Longji announced in public that Princess Wanchun was getting married, generously distributed rewards to everyone present, and pardoned the prisoners in the capital to celebrate the occasion.
Then, the motorcade set off from the Imperial Palace and exited Anfu Gate, with three hundred Yulin guards on the left and right acting as escorts.
The streets of Chang'an are already deserted.
Nu Yalang, who has no family background, marries a princess as his wife. Even in the drama, he dare not write this, but it has become a reality today.
The motorcade entered the street, and when people saw Zhou Jun on horseback, some people who knew him shouted "Zhou Jun"; some who didn't know him shouted jealous words.
No matter what people said, the motorcade passed through the main street with honor guard, exited Chunming Gate, and marched all the way towards Bachuan.
When we reached the fork, the spacious and smooth road leading to Bachuan River was now decorated with new decorations.
The cold in early spring did not stop the colorful flowers blooming on the roadside.
The cultivated shrubs extend neatly along the curb and into the distance.
There were palaces and slaves from Bachuan Market, carrying flower baskets, waiting on both sides of the avenue early, waiting for the arrival of the motorcade.
When the carriage in which the princess was riding came onto the road, the palace and the servants scattered the petals in the flower baskets into the air.
Suddenly, petals dancing in the wind spread all over the sky, like a rain of flowers, covering the entire road.
Yin Yu, who was sitting in the carriage and dressed in a wedding dress with a green quilt, saw this beautiful scene and couldn't help but lift the curtain and let out a sound of admiration.
The further the motorcade moves towards Bachuan, the more waiters there are on both sides of the road.
When we arrived at the courtyard in front of Bachuan Market, thousands of people gathered under the market gate, waiting for the arrival of the wedding ceremony.
When Zhou Jun, who was riding a horse, appeared in people's sight, a wave of cheers like a tsunami swept over.
Among them were merchants from the market, fishermen painting boats, and miscellaneous households and palace maids from Bachuan. Zhou Jun waved to everyone and led the convoy to Bachuan Garden.
The wedding car entered the gate of Bachuan Villa, passed through the outer garden and the middle garden, and went directly to the courtyard of the inner garden.
Princess Yin Yu of Wanchun got off the carriage with the help of the female officer.
Zhou Jun looked back and saw Yin Yu, who was wearing a emerald quilt and hairpin dress. She covered her face with a round fan and walked slowly with broken steps.
The two walked side by side into the hall. The younger ones stayed outside the door. Only people like Pang Gong and Zhou Jun's parents stayed to enter the ceremony.
The female official first brought a basin and signaled the newlyweds to wash their hands and cleanse their faces. This is the washing ceremony, which means to get rid of uncleanness.
Then, Zhou Jun and Yin Yu were introduced to a desk and sat facing each other.
Someone in the palace brought the cooked livestock as a courtesy, and used chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat for Zhou Jun and Yin Yu, so that the newlyweds could salute each other and eat together. This is the ceremony of sharing the same prison. It means that the bride and groom eat together.
A portion of meat symbolizes the beginning of living together.
After the ceremony was completed, Zhou Jun and Yin Yu came to sit down again.
Zhou Dinghai and Luo Sanniang stood in the east of the hall. Yin Yu handed the round fan into the hands of the female official and bowed to her uncle.
Zhou Jun waited for Yin Yu to finish the ceremony before kowtowing to his parents.
After worshiping Zhou Dinghai and Luo Sanniang, the couple then worshiped the gods and earth, and finally bowed to each other. This is the end of the worship.
Zhou Jun and Yin Yu left the back of the hall together and entered the bridal chamber.
After finally using the reward money to get rid of the female officials and chamberlains blocking the door, Zhou Jun closed the door and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Walking into the bedroom, Zhou Jun looked at Yin Yu, who was hiding her face with a round fan. After being stunned for a moment, he was about to lift his legs when he heard the latter say: "The ceremony has not been completed, and the husband still owes me a poem about the fan."
Zhou Jun then remembered that in Tang Dynasty weddings, the bride covered her face with a fan, and the groom had to write a poem to impress the bride so that he could see her true face.
Looking at the reluctant Yin Yu, Zhou Jun felt a little funny. He took out a book from his arms, handed it to the former and said, "Take a look, is it still eye-catching?"
Yin Yu took the book and opened it with doubts.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After reading only the first page, Yin Yu unconsciously opened her eyes and put down her fan.
"Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not cloud..." Yin Yu sighed while reading: "This sentence is really... rare."
Yin Yu has skin as thick as gelatin, ice-cold muscles and jade bones. She is naturally fair and flawless. Coupled with her dazzling outfit, she makes her look stunning.
Zhou Jun looked at her and couldn't help lamenting the injustice of God. In terms of human life, appearance, family background, intelligence, destiny, etc., Princess Wanchun in history accounted for nine points, but lost only one point due to the bumpy road of love.
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In this life, she is walking with herself, and she will probably never experience the pain of loss again.
Yin Yu kept flipping through the book, and the praise in her mouth never stopped.
Suddenly, she closed the page, looked at Zhou Jun and asked, "Why haven't I seen you take out these poems before?"
Zhou Jun looked helpless and opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
Yin Yu said angrily: "I know, but you are going to say that these poems were written by others, and you just read them accidentally..."
Zhou Jun smiled bitterly.
Yin Yu was so angry that her teeth itched, and she stretched out her hand and pinched Zhou Jun's waist.
Zhou Jun felt the pain, grabbed Yin Yu's hand, and hugged her into his arms. He said with a smile: "You have seen the poem, but the fanning ceremony is also done. I have always had a problem before.
I ask you, please answer my questions today."
Yin Yu lay in Zhou Jun's arms, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she hummed softly.
Zhou Jun thought for a moment and asked: "When we first met, Jun was just a slave with no family background or reputation. When did you fall in love with me?"
Yin Yu was silent for a long time, and finally sang softly: "A quiet orchid bloomed in the empty valley. It makes me miss you today. Madam, please don't blame me for being abrupt. Xiaosheng apologizes..."
Zhou Jun suddenly thought of the nunnery with blooming flowers, the beauty in white dressed as Cui Yingying, and the touch of emotion that he couldn't stop talking about.
Zhou Jun sighed softly, held Yin Yu's face, and kissed her slowly under the latter's confused gaze.
That night, with clouds and rain, moonlight and flowers, it was indescribably beautiful.