Today is the royal wedding.

Wang Yan looked at the layout around the palace, which was quite similar to the scene in the TV series in his previous life.

The red lanterns are hung high, and some of the families on the side have all kinds of faces painted on their faces, performing some traditional plays of the new country.

And some of them went on to buy all kinds of props that could be used in the wedding.

The two princes and their wives were dressed in red, and the lady had a red hijab on her head.

It looks festive.

The palace was busy all over the world, and even the women in the front yard had changed into the clothes of normal rich ladies.

This scene is a feast for all the male compatriots in the palace.

is the so-called harem beauties three thousand, presumably in front of this group of girls.

Today's wedding is basically attended by acquaintances, family servants, girls in the front yard, Zhang Dacai and Li Lianfeng.

None of the court officials except Zhang Dacai were present.

But fortunately, there are many people in the palace, and there are many girls, and the chatter is particularly lively.

Xiangxiang's mother and son and Wang Yan's mother, Ye Ling'er, were cleaning up in the lady's room.

Three years have passed, Xiangxiang has grown up a lot, and now she is taller than Wang Yan.

Although he has grown a lot, his temperament is still the same as before, and he cries at every turn.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Wedding.

Wang Yan hasn't experienced this kind of scene for a long time.

I think that in my previous life, before graduating from college, some classmates and friends got married, and they all had a good relationship with me.

After following the family at the wedding, he took a few hundred yuan with the money after the event, and afterwards thought that the marriage was actually like that.

But now that I think about it, if I didn't follow the party at this wedding, it would have been quite interesting.

Since Wang Ye ate Wang Yan's barbecue a few days ago, he has become obsessed with cumin.

He didn't expect this thing to be so useful.

And Wang Yan is full of confidence in the future gastronomic journey, which at least proves that the format of seasoning should exist.

For the wedding banquet, more than 50 tables were arranged up and down the palace, and each table was full of improvised baking trays.

Since eating the barbecue of the palace two days ago, people have rushed to make dozens of sets of stoves that can barbecue meat overnight.

As for the baking pan, it was a little more flexible.

After a night of eating and drinking research by Steward Zhang, it was found that if an iron plate was placed on it, although the meat cooked quickly, it was easy to bake and stick to the bottom.

At the wedding banquet, if this happens, it is not very elegant after all.

After finding a few people from the family to study, it was determined that it was best to use the extra bluestone tiles in the palace to barbecue.

This is first beautiful, and the second is that it will not stick on it, and it is quite elegant to use this as a baking sheet.

The wedding banquet has fifty tables, which is simply too few compared to the identity of the prince.

For example, the local rich people have nothing to do with a drink, they are all dozens or hundreds of tables, what to do if they can't eat, and pour it into a swill bucket.

Not for anything else, just to spend money for the sake of spending money.

For example, the predecessor of Mr. Zhang, on his birthday, set up a hundred tables according to the standard of twenty taels per table.

You must know that the salary of this seven-rank official is only thirty taels a month.

Load x.

And the prince is different, the prince is quite a housekeeper, after all, he spends the treasury.

The prince who came out of the barracks is different from this kind of local tyrant nouveau riche.

If the emperor is his younger brother compared to rich, and the treasury is spent casually, who dares to compare with himself? The prince just doesn't like extravagance and waste.

If it weren't for Steward Zhang's repeated persuasion, the prince wouldn't even want to set up these fifty tables.

I can't eat it at all.

The bride is preparing in this boudoir, and the groom naturally can't hide in the room and wait for the bride to pick it up.

At this time, the prince was patrolling around with his housekeeper, and at the same time instructed the family to go to the neighborhood of the street to see if there was any hunger, so he called the palace for a light meal.

If you just talk about the people in the palace, twenty-five tables are just right, and the total number of people in the palace is only about three hundred. It's just enough to feed 300 people.

The family members don't care, they can do anything, but the expressions of this group of rich ladies are still a little disgusted when they look at this group of refugees.

Wang Yan was sitting on the steps on the side at this time, looking at the layout of the front yard and the people passing by with a worried face.

"Boy, what are you looking at. Wang Ye walked to Wang Yan's side, patted his buttocks, and sat next to Wang Yan.

"Eh, Lord You, this is the new silk, you are the ......" The prince waved his hand and interrupted Steward Zhang's speech.

"Looking at this group of refugees. Wang Yan said without replying.

"When you first arrived, you weren't much better than this group of refugees. The prince looked at Wang Yan and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder with a smile.

"Well, I still remember, but what's the difference between this group of refugees and you and me?" Wang Yan glanced back at the prince and said seriously.

"Wang boy, you are bold, this is ....... Steward Zhang listened to Wang Yan say such a rebellious thing, so he hurriedly said.

"Steward Zhang, don't blink. Wang Yan looked at the housekeeper who was winking at him and smiled.

"Hahahaha, that's a big difference, this king is a prince, and they are pariahs!" A domineering aura unnaturally diffused from the prince's body, confident and full of domineering.

Standard Successful People.

"Then the prince, dare to ask why you are rich and low, just about your background?"

"Naturally not, Lianfeng was born poor, and now he can be a general in this dynasty. ”

"That's by the prince, by the royal family, not by her own strength. ”

When the prince heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and then said to Wang Yan.

"Child, everything is fate, everything is predestined, what benefit fate has given you, you will get it then, don't think about changing anything, just let it be. After speaking, he got up, patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, and left.

Wang Yan looked at the two mud butt prints on the queen of the prince's buttocks, thoughtfully.

Come to think of it, it was the first time for the prince to talk to himself so seriously, like his elders......

In the evening, the wedding was held as scheduled, without a hole in the house or blocking the door.

In fact, there is a hole in this world, but this group of people doesn't seem to dare at all.

Because the prince found true love accompanied by Steward Zhang, the emperor rewarded 200 acres of fertile land and 1,000 taels of silver.

Normally, one tael of silver can buy a big fat pig, which is a lot of money.

The prince got married so easily, this is the emperor's brother, and there must be no mistakes.

Besides, the combat effectiveness of the prince and his wife is too high, and ordinary people really don't dare to go in and make trouble.

At the dinner, I saw the husband and wife, holding the wine jar in one hand and the barbecue in the other.

Feast.

And the refugees who had been gathered left after eating, and none of them came here to thank or rejoice.

Wang Yan was not surprised by this.

As the saying goes, people are poor and short-minded, and horses are thin and long-haired.

Maybe a few people will come over, and the prince of the new marriage will say two good words and ask for two rewards, which is enough for people to eat for two years.

"Alas......" Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh after reading it.

The reputation of King Zhenxi is not too good, the first is corrupted by the officials led by Chen Yuan, and the second is that he is too rich, the emperor's brother.

People are still generally hated by the rich.

Night.

Wang Yan always tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and always felt as if someone was always walking by in the courtyard outside.

When I went out of the courtyard gate, I saw rows of people squatting under the wall of the main house of the prince.

I don't know what I'm doing, but Steward Zhang is holding a small notebook and writing something at this time.

Wang Yan was also curious, so he walked in and listened.

"Crunch ~ Crunch ~ Crunch ~"