In the eighth year of Kaiyuan, that is, in 720 A.D., Xiaoman ushered in Qixi Festival just a few days later.

In Chang'an City, every household is busy drying clothes and books, and the girls are carefully preparing, looking forward to begging the Weaver Girl after nightfall. Women of marriageable age look forward to the appearance of Altair in order to pray to him for the early arrival of a cowherd-like wishful husband.

Before noon, a team of relatives crossed Suzaku Street and surrounded the Anwang Mansion in the garden. As we all know, King An is the most relied on by His Majesty, and his power is tilted towards the government and the opposition. Nowadays, the wedding greeting is often at dusk, and the groom does not need to greet in person, so this greeting team that goes out early in the morning and is led by the handsome groom himself makes the people of the city secretly surprised. Of course, what shocked the people even more was this grand pomp, even if he was born in Kyoto, it was also rare to see.

After a little inquiry, the unknown people knew that this was a marriage given by the Son of Heaven, and the wedding was the eldest son of the prime minister of the dynasty, Cui Hao, and the daughter of King An, the lord of Qingjue.

The bridegroom, who was waiting outside the palace gate, began to chant the third hymn aloud:

It is rumored that the candle is lowered to pink, and the mirror should not make spring in front of the stage.

You don't need to be covered with makeup, but you have to wait for the painting with your eyebrows.

After a poem was chanted, the long dragon-like welcoming team chanted "bride" in unison, and the shouts rang out to curb the clouds, and it reached the deep boudoir of the lord of Qingjue.

The county lord of Qingjue was sitting in the room, with an indifferent expression, and the gorgeous phoenix crown was thrown on the couch casually. Cousin Yuming County Lord is by her side, these two heavenly ladies are both born beautiful, but their personalities are completely different. Qing Jue's clear eyes are longing, beautiful and vulgar, and Yuming is heroic and sassy who does not like red makeup and loves military uniforms. At this time, Yuming had been beside Qing Jue for a long time: "Sister, it's been three years, and Li Gongzi still hasn't heard from him, so it's better to forget him." ”

The county lord of Qingjue shook his head and was silent.

"Three years ago, the Turks rebelled, and he chose to make a career instead of his sister. Such a man, what else is there to worry about?" Yuming was upset for Qing Jue.

Li Lang was a scholar, but he volunteered to persuade the Turkic Khan, who had wolf ambitions, and the world thought that he was eager to make a contribution...... In fact, he is for me, he has always been afraid of the disparity between our backgrounds, and with fame, he can marry me justifiably. Qing Jue doesn't care about worldly opinions, but Li Lang doesn't want me to be wronged at all. ”

"But sister, didn't Li Bai make a two-year appointment with you before leaving? He swore that he would definitely come back to marry you in two years, and now it has been three years, and the Turks have already descended to my Tang Dynasty, you have been suffering for him, and you are afraid of him, your tears have dried up, and your eye disease is getting worse and worse, where are the others? Why did you miss the appointment? Why did you delay return?"

"Ah Mei doesn't know, I love and know Li Lang, he is honest and honest, and his affection for me is as deep as the sea. No matter what happens, no matter how long I wait, I'll keep waiting. ”

The sound of makeup outside the window came and went, and the palace was also in chaos. The county lord of Qingjue turned a deaf ear, her heart was always fluctuating, quietly calculating her escape plan.

"Sister!" Yuming was anxious.

Lord Qingjue gently took Yuming's hand and said, "Sister, accompany Sister to a place." ”

After speaking, he pulled her out of the room without waiting for Yuming to answer. The two ran straight to a side room in the west courtyard, where a group of maids were busy in the house, and when they saw the two county lords coming in, they hurriedly put down their work and stepped forward to say goodbye.