Early the next morning, Zhang Junfang had already gotten up, and Ling Yi and a few people were waiting for him to dress up, but he was not panicked.

"Miss got married today, this time, I don't know when I will be able to come back, I'm afraid that in the days to come, Mrs. will have to hide in the house alone and secretly wipe her tears, Miss don't know, the month you entered the palace draft, the slave maid saw Mrs. cry several times, but fortunately, there are four young ladies by her side to joke, Miss Rong has also come a few times," Ling Yi has been waiting by Zhang Junyu's side for twelve years, and there is naturally no need to be rigid in etiquette when she speaks in front of her.

Zhang Junyu couldn't help but feel a little worried when he heard this, but he still squeezed out a faint smile, "I won't come back." ”

"Huh?" Ling Yi was naturally surprised, "Why? ”

"How can a person who gets married always run to his mother's house, not to mention that it is the palace, not an ordinary family, Ling Yi," Zhang Junyu's face was calm, "If it weren't for my mother who needs you to take care of me, I would have asked you to accompany me into the palace." ”

Ling Yi smiled coquettishly, "Miss is already Ling Yi's blessing when she reads Ling Yi, how dare Ling Yi ask for anything." ”

After saying that, Jin Fu suddenly came to this, his face was expressionless, his expression was gloomy, Ling Yi and a few maids stopped what they were doing when they saw her, and saluted her, she smiled lightly, "You all go down, I'll pull her bun for her." ”

"Yes."

Three thousand ink hair hung straight down, and Jin Fu moved slowly, gentle and kind, and meticulous.

"Mother hasn't combed her hair for ten years, has she?"

Jin Fu's flexible hands suddenly paused, "Yes, it's been ten years." ”

"In the past ten years, there have been too many changes in the Zhang family, and they can't be counted," Jin Fu had already pulled his bun for Zhang Junyu as he spoke.

"Zhu'er, ...... last night" Jin Fu mentioned the matter of the ancestral hall last night, and Zhang Junfang immediately answered, "Mother, the time is almost up." ”

Jin Fu bowed his head slightly, and then walked to take the Yanju suit and put it on for Zhang Junyu, and then helped her to go to the ancestral hall to receive the Jiao ordination.

The ancestral hall has been furnished early, Zhang Luan has been waiting here, in addition to the people of the Zhang family, there are also the deacon sent by the palace, the deacon led Zhang Junyu and his parents to the ancestors of the Zhang family to salute, drink, and read the blessings.

After the ceremony, the deacon poured wine and let Zhang Junyu drink it. Then they went to the main hall, Zhang Luan and Jin Fu sat on the main seat, and the deacon led Zhang Junfang to bow four times in front of him.

Zhang Luan was still meticulous, and said in a deep voice: "You go to the inner house, be diligent and cautious all night, and filial piety is not violated."

While Zhang Luan was talking, Jin Fu secretly took the Jinpa handed by Ling Yi, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and after Zhang Luan finished speaking, she said: "Your father has training, and he must be respected."

"Remember your father's teachings."

Zhang Junyu said goodbye to Jin Jin again, and then went back to the room with Lingyi to change Zhai Yi and prepare to get married.

When the group arrived outside the gate of Zhang's Mansion, the prince's curtain and the guard of honor had already arrived, and the secretary of the teaching workshop, the attendant officials, and the guards were also lined up in an orderly manner. Jin Fu hugged Zhang Junfang, his face was full of tears, and his other hand kept wiping, and the deacon whispered from the side when he saw this: "Mrs. Jin, today is the day of the wedding of the crown princess, I am afraid it is unlucky for you to cry like this."

"Oh," Jin Fu hurriedly wiped away his tears when he heard this, and forced a smile, "Blame me, blame me, on the day of the great joy, I am still so bad." ”

"Mother, don't read it," Zhang Junfang endured the pain of parting, "Zhu'er will take care of herself." ”

Zhang Junyu turned around and looked at Zhu Youjiao, who was riding a tall horse in front of the sedan chair and wearing a leather suit, he was in high spirits, but he always kept his face calm, did not smile, and did not seem to be happy.

He didn't look at her, Zhang Junfang couldn't help but smile bitterly, riding a high-headed horse and hiring eight people to carry a sedan chair to marry her, is it not talking about the eldest brother......

On the day of the 23rd month of Chenghua, the crown prince greeted him personally. Go to the palace of heaven, and the Jiao ring is like a ritual.

On the twenty-third year of Chenghua, the wedding of the crown prince was completed. Go to the palace of heaven, and the civil and military ministers celebrate the ceremony. The queen mother and the queen were ordered to congratulate the women.

The capital in February is always cold, the stove is not of much use, today the Duanben Palace is extraordinarily lively, people come and go, bustling, so festive.

Zhang Junyu sat on the bed, no one had come over for a long time, tired for many days, at this time sleepiness gradually appeared, and suddenly heard a coquettish voice outside the house, "Your Royal Highness is drunk, the slave and maid help you in to rest, and the princess is still waiting for you inside." ”

"But the palace doesn't want to go in."

When Zhang Junfang heard what he said, his heart trembled, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, so he had to try to comfort himself, he was just drunk.

I heard that the people of Nadu asked: "Why, the slave maid has heard that the princess and concubine are born with flowers and moon appearances, and she is as beautiful as a fairy."

"Because ......" Zhu Youzhu stopped talking again, and his words were clearly sober, "You go down." ”

"Yes."

Zhu Youzhu stopped outside the house for a long time, and finally pushed the door in, Zhang Junzhu saw Zhu Youzhu's footsteps steady, not drunk, and his pace was slow, but he never approached, just sat at the table.

The room was silent and depressing, and I couldn't help but feel a little stuffy, only to hear the sound of tea falling into the cup, and then there was a trace of tea fragrance into my heart and spleen, which relieved this dullness.

"Does Your Highness also like Longjing?"

"Longjing is green and fragrant, sweet and beautiful, and the palace is naturally happy," Zhu Youzhu said, "Zhu'er, who are you?"

Zhang Junzhu was stunned, what did Zhu Youzhu mean by this, how could she not know, could it be that Mu Bin saw her come out of Anxi Palace that day, which attracted Zhu Youzhang's suspicion!

She didn't know how to explain to make Zhu Youzhu believe her, so she simply didn't explain, and asked, "Doesn't Your Highness know?"

Zhu Youzhu didn't say anything, Zhang Junzhu lowered his eyes and saw Zhu Youzhu walking slowly towards her, and then what came into his eyes was a white jade Ruyi, holding this jade Ruyi, it was a white and slender hand, jade wrench, and the fingers were as clear as jade, but unfortunately the fly in the ointment was that there was a slight layer of cocoons in the palm, which was caused by his perennial sword.

The red hair covering the top of his head was suddenly lifted, Zhang Junfang raised his eyes, but saw Zhu Youjiao's brows deepened, "You are not her." ”

When the words fell, Zhu Youzhu turned around and folded the red ram and put it on the table, then walked out of the door, ignoring Zhang Junyu's urgent call.