The joy cannon crackled, and the late Yushi Lord Yuchao Sifu hung a red lantern, and an eight-lift sedan chair was carried out of the mansion alone, carrying the fisherman's only daughter Yu Yan out of the Yushi Mansion, and went straight to the palace of the eldest prince Xiao Wang, who was also full of lights.

The neighbors gathered at the gate of the Imperial History Mansion and talked non-stop.

"Lord Yushi passed away for half a year, and the court was cold, and I didn't expect Miss Yu to be a princess."

"But didn't she promise it to General Yun's son a long time ago?"

"I heard that King Xiao was seriously injured by the enemy at the border, and this is to marry and borrow his life to rejoice."

"No wonder...... But this is too embarrassing for Yushi, right? Yuyu Shi hated making friends with powerful people the most, especially this Xiao Wang ......"

Yu Yan sat in the sedan chair, gently lifted the sedan curtain, and looked ahead. Others married in the sun, but when she got married, it was against the bleak moonlight and the dark night.

However, I heard that King Xiao is brave and talented, if he can return triumphantly, at least ...... Her father's face flashed through her mind, her eyes slightly moist, and she cut off the thoughts behind her.

As soon as the sedan chair landed in front of the palace, a soldier in full snow armor rode his horse and galloped, holding a cowhide envelope with black pheasant fur in his hand and shouting: "Xiao Wang is here!" ”

Yu Yan was stunned, suddenly opened the sedan curtain, and looked at the person who reported the news......

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Three years later.

The night was deep, like a splash of inkstone.

Heavy rain was falling, and the bluestone brick walls on both sides of the bluestone alley. A small sedan chair came through the wind and rain, stopped at the mouth of the alley, the sedan curtain opened, and an emerald glass lamp poked out first, followed by Yu Yan holding a large umbrella painted with oil paper and ink, and a thin figure wearing a cloak.

"Yu Daxiang, this is it." The palanquin man wiped the rain from his face and whispered.

"Alright, come and pick me up in half an hour." Yu Yan's voice was covered by the wind and rain, and it was inaudible.

She walked quickly into the alley with the lantern, and the alley smelled of damp green flakes, she looked left and right, extinguished the glass lamp, and took off her cloak, revealing a dark blue suit.

"Damn the rain." She cursed lightly and clumsily climbed up the tree.

Covered in rain and sweat, it was easy to climb the tree. The room was dimly lit and peeked through the veiled windows. She took a light breath and crept cautiously down the branches to the roof, gently peeling off a tile and peering inside. A table, a chair, a teapot on the table, a tea bowl, the couch is separated by a curtain, and it is not real.

How could the courtyard of the famous profiteer Jin Fu be so simple?

The dim light came out, reflecting on the woman's picturesque delicate eyebrows, the rain stained the long eyelashes, and the little face was wet, like a begonia touched by the rain.

There was a faint grunt in the room, and she hesitated, carefully moving over the roof, towards the top of the couch.

Suddenly, the lights in the house went out.

She stopped at once, the heavy rain made her dizzy, and if she hadn't used this evidence in court, she wouldn't have come to suffer this hardship. After a moment of silence, there was no movement in the room, and she began to move again.

Suddenly, she lightened, let out a low cry, and fell straight into the room.

It turns out that there are no tiles in this area, it is empty! Together with the heavy rain, she fell directly to what seemed to be a couch, but it was actually a small pool!

She plunged into the deep water, making a loud noise, and before she could breathe, she was shocked to find another man in the pool, floating in a corner of the pool, unable to see his face, only to hear his muffled breathing.