The sound of trumpets and drums was endless, accompanied by the thunderclap of firecrackers, and the sedan chair was steadily lifted, all the way out of Sangyu Hutong and onto the street.

Although he couldn't see the pomp and circumstance outside, Chen Zhihua could hear the constant jingling sound in front of him, as well as the laughter and excitement on both sides of the road, and knew that it was Xia Yu's men who sprinkled money along the way to buy a safe road.

The corners of Chen Zhihua's lips couldn't help but bend slightly, and she looked at the apple in her hand from under the covered hijab, she gently pressed it against her cheek, and then swung it back to her lap.

The marriage of the two old mansions, Xia Yuzhi's big hand spilling money, and Chen Zhihua's ten-mile red makeup, even after many years, are still talked about by the people of Gusu Imperial City.

Xu retained his health because of the apple that Chen Zhihua had always held in his palm, and Xu bought Lutong with the copper money sprinkled by Xia Yuzhi. In the following decades, although Xia Yuzhi fought several times and made great contributions, he was no longer unharmed, and Chen Zhihua was not worried.

The flowers and shadows in the Ruizhi Courtyard are sparse, and the couple has a deep affection, and the good story of decades of love is like a day, accompanied by the flowers of the Gusu Imperial City, and it has also achieved a prosperous scene.

Many years later, Chen Zhihua, who was already gray-haired, looked at her most beloved grandson to marry, and looked at the delicate bride who came to kowtow to herself, she smiled and handed a glass apple that had been prepared a long time ago to the bride's palm, and earnestly instructed: "The fruit is safe, you must hold it firmly." ”

The time sequence still turned back in front of him, and although Murong Wei had been busy for a day, she was happier than anyone present. At this time in his previous life, Xia Yuzhi did not marry, he was alone, and gave up his life in the fight against Su Duhan a few years later.

The second cousin and aunt's family were in Huaizhou, and when the uncle and the two cousins led the scholars of Lishan Academy to rise up, Murong Wei did not have the slightest impression of where the aunt and these cousins went.

It is conceivable that at this time in the previous life, the palace had already begun to be stormy, the Xia family and the Chen family had no happy events, and the entire Gusu Imperial City was also in a gloomy mood.

After watching Chen Zhihua return to Ruizhi Courtyard after Licheng, Xia Yuzhi was in front of the banquet, leaving Xia Lanxin to talk to her, Murong Wei said goodbye to Mrs. Shen and others, and returned to the palace with her sister and Tang Jia'er to return to Queen Chu.

There was not much use at the wedding banquet, and Murong Wei was a little hungry. Mama Luo had already prepared a porridge with rock sugar barley, and a plate of steamed dumplings filled with six shrimps, eggs, and fungus, which were placed on the kang table in front of her.

There were also some crumbs of colored paper on her body, thinking that when everyone sprinkled flowers on a couple, she was also drenched, so Murong Wei went to bathe and change clothes first.

I changed into a light golden Zhilan-scented bedclothes, and then leaned on the big pillow and relaxed my tired feet. Murong Wei chatted with Mama Luo about today's grand occasion while drinking barley porridge, looking full of interest.

Today, it was the turn of the red bean to be on duty at night, and the red bean served her lightly after finishing the meal, then cleaned up the cups and saucers, and brought the milk back in. Seeing that there was no one around, he said softly: "Princess, the slave maid went to Mochizuki Xiaozhu again today, and finally gained something." ”

Now there are no millennial people in the palace to do the internal response, and the white lilies will no longer go to the windowsill of the Bright Wei Palace. For the first time, Hongdou Tou imitated the handwriting of the tassel to send a message outside, and during the time when she waited for the Millennium Sect to respond, she and Murong Wei were both tormented.

couldn't wait for the news from outside, and the tassel bit and refused to speak, and he didn't know if this method was feasible or not, Murong Wei and Hongdou were at a loss.

The two of them were quite guarded, and according to Murong Wei's instructions, Hongdou went to the vicinity of the dark river of Mochizuki Xiaozhu every few days to see if there were any bamboo tubes floating in along the dark river outside the palace.

It was silent at noon today, and Hongdou couldn't sit still, so she walked to Mochizuki Xiaozhu again, and finally saw hope.

A small bamboo tube was half-hidden and half-exposed, and was washed to the base of the tree by the dark river, revealing a touch of green and green. In the shade of grass, it is extremely unobtrusive.

Hongdou was overjoyed, she used the gauze net to lightly salvage the bamboo tube, and hid it in her sleeve, then lifted her skirt and returned to the palace, waiting for Murong Wei to return to her face.

In fact, the delay in replying to the letter was not a deliberate delay on the part of the millennial people.

With the arrest of Mei Right Envoy and the Dharma Protector in the palace, the Millennium Sect in the entire Gusu Imperial City has been bloodied by the Qianlong Guard, and several rudders inside and outside have been uprooted.

The only few fish that slipped through the net did not dare to act easily, they received the news in the name of the red bean tassel, and did not dare to reply immediately, but secretly observed for a long time whether the palace was calm or not.

Asking for the approval of the sect leader with the flying pigeon, he could not cut off the only message of contact with the palace, and a deacon who temporarily held his position in the Gusu Imperial City wrote a reply in a few words.

He said that Jiangyin was wrecked, and now everyone is following the instructions of the sect leader to avoid Jingtang Pass. The master is naturally safe and sound, and the sect leader is plotting a big plan, please tassel in the palace for a while.

The instruction to remove Jingtang Pass that day, along with the entire route, had already been conveyed to every child in the Millennial Sect, and the deacon could never have imagined that he had been deceived into obtaining such important news.

On the evening of spring in March, there was already the sound of insects outside the window, Murong Wei took the bamboo tube that had been sealed well, gently cut it with a knife, and read the oiled paper letter with Su Duhan's traces, with a shallow smile on her face.

Hongdou was resolute, but after a few breaths, she had already written a reply.

still pretending to be in the name of tassels, he tactfully expressed his gratitude, as well as the slightest parting feeling for Su Duhan. She also handed the reply letter to Murong Wei, waiting for her to look at it before quietly sending it into the dark river.

In addition to the tassels, the eyes are big and the heart is big, and for the sake of wealth and glory, these girls trained by Mama Luo are of great use. Seeing that Hongdou didn't need to point out by himself, he sorted everything out clearly, and Murong Wei had an approving smile on her lips.

took the purse and rewarded the red beans, and instructed her to put the reply letter into the dark river like this, Murong Wei held the hard-won bamboo tube in her hand again, and read the news again.

If it weren't for Xia Yuzhi's happy candle period today, Murong Wei really wanted to pass him into the palace immediately, and he would not delay for a moment.

Thinking that the happiness of her cousin and Xia Yuzhi was not easy to obtain, how could Murong Wei choose to be a villain at this time. If you want to find Xia Yuzhi, you have to wait until Chen Zhihua returns to the door in the third dynasty.

Seeing that it was not early, Murong Wei put away her thoughts about going to ask the imperial grandmother for advice, she looked at the handwriting on the oiled paper again, and slowly straightened out her thoughts.

Although she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, Murong Wei's thoughts had been haunting the map of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.