Always in that bowed head, dripping with tender feelings. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Zitang, who was sitting in a sedan chair, half-bowed his head and fell into contemplation. After a long time, a long, shallow sigh drifted past my ears.

She was dressed in a gorgeous and solemn wedding dress, with a full set of gold and jade jewelry hanging all over her body, but there was no red hijab.

Because, although today she is the first bride, there will be no groom to lift her hijab.

She didn't even know if she could see the "groom" tonight. Not for anything else, just because the quasi-"groom" is the Son of Heaven of the Ninety-Five, the Emperor of Shengde.

Although she is the daughter of Lin Zuoxiang, who leans towards the government and the opposition, her marriage is enough to shake the government and the opposition and stir the entire capital. No one dares not to take advantage of this to slap the left prime minister's house.

At this time, behind her sedan chair, there was no ten-mile red makeup with the marriage, no people to congratulate, no family with suona, only her eldest brother, riding alone in civilian clothes, to marry her sister. Even if there are none of them, but being personally married by the world-famous General Jingyuan can be regarded as a little pride as a woman.

Just because, the place she is going to is the palace. Before she served the king, she had no title, let alone a name, just a folk girl whose identity was to be determined, her future was uncertain, and all she could do was to keep a low profile.

The sedan chair stopped suddenly, and there was a small commotion outside the sedan chair, and then calm returned. Judging by the sound, it seems that he has approached the palace.

Later, Lin Zifeng's voice came from outside the sedan chair.

"Cardamom, are you okay?"

"Big brother."

Zitang's heart turned a thousand times, and at this time, he was choked in his throat, unable to say a word, and when he opened his mouth, his voice trembled a little.

"Cardamom?"

"I'm fine."

She tried to calm down, not wanting her eldest brother to worry about herself. Although through the thick sedan curtain, Lin Zifeng could probably guess his sister's nervousness and fear.

"Cardamom, have you figured it out? It's too late to regret it now! ”

"Big brother, how can you regret it now?"

"How could it be. As long as you say you don't want to, I can immediately go to the emperor to plead my case, the emperor is a generous gentleman, and naturally he will not be strong! ”

Lin Zifeng's tone seemed a little urgent.

He looked at the high palace courtyard wall, the closed red palace gate, and the palanquin that looked a little lonely against the palace wall, and the people sitting in the palanquin. He began to regret why he hadn't stopped the marriage of his beloved sister in the first place.

The people who carried the sedan chair, as well as the palace people who accompanied them, all broke out in a cold sweat when they listened to the conversation between the Lin family brothers and sisters. Dare to repent to the emperor, maybe in the Jinsheng Dynasty, only the Lin family dares.

However, at this time, no half of them dared to stand up and say a word of opposition.

General Jingyuan, who was powerful in the frontier, was by no means less famous than his father in the capital, in the entire dynasty, and even in the surrounding neighboring countries.

"Big brother! No!! ”

"I don't regret it!"

She understands that things are far from being as easy as her eldest brother said, or that the emperor doesn't care about her, the future concubine, but the royal face can't be humiliated.

She doesn't want her eldest brother to be accused of humiliating the monarch because of herself, and she can't make her father difficult to behave.

"That's fine."

Lin Zifeng's sigh made Zitang show a wry smile.

She was powerless to fight against the fate she was born with, and she was carrying the entire family behind her, and she couldn't afford to retreat.

What's more, that yellow silk declares a powerful and irreversible divine authority. From the moment the decree was read, Emperor Shotoku, a strange and unreachable man, intruded into her life without warning, swearing that it would become a mark that she would never get rid of for the rest of her life.

"Miss, I'm about to enter the palace gate."

The sedan chair moved again. From inside the sedan chair, you can hear the sound of the squeaky palace door opening.

Even if you walk through the side entrance of the palace, it is taller and wider than the main entrance of an ordinary butler, and it is magnificent. A heavy palace door slowly opened, welcoming the arrival of the new master.

As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea. Stepping in today, will she still be able to walk out of this deep palace compound alive in this life?

Zitang couldn't help but breathe sluggishly, and suddenly reached out to support the sedan wall.

"Miss?"

Outside the sedan was Yahuan Xiaoyu's puzzled voice.

If she was "buried", then Xiaoyu is the unfortunate person who "accompanies the burial". It's just that if she is lucky enough, when she is old and decrepit, there will be a day to leave the palace.

"Big brother?"

Here we have reached the inner palace, and the red walls define the distinction between inside and outside.

Originally, her father and two brothers were sent off, but Lin Zuoxiang and Lin Hanlin had already been summoned to see the emperor, and only Lin Zifeng, the general of Jingyuan in civilian clothes, was specially summoned to enter the outer hall.

At this point, the general had to return to Beiguan day and night.

It seems that his return to Beijing was just to send his sister out of the cabinet.

The palace gate is hung with red thick flowers, and the newly pasted big red paper on both sides is stamped with the word double happiness in gold powder. Although there is no fanfare, it can also render a hint of joy.

Sending relatives, hanging flowers, pasting happy words, in addition to the queen, there has never been a concubine or show girl who has been selected to have this honor.

The sedan curtain was slowly opened, wearing a red brocade dress, wearing a phoenix crown full of pearls and jade branches, Lin Cardamom sat in the sedan chair.

The well-decorated delicate face covered a somewhat pale complexion, a pair of big eyes like water raising pearls with a faint mist, and one hand subconsciously grabbed the cuffs, which looked more and more pitiful.

"Cardamom."

At this point, he will be "his" courtier, she will be "his" concubine, and the disparity in status will make them no longer able to talk about the friendship between brothers and sisters.

When they meet again, he wants to call himself a "minister", and she wants to call him "Aiqing". Even if he is a father who is the left minister, it is nothing more than that, and the word cardamom will be buried in his heart and past memories from now on.

Lin Zifeng stretched out his hand to caress the top of her hair, but his hand reached halfway and retracted again.

"Big brother!"

"I have to send it here! Take care of yourself! ”

Lin Zitang bit his lip and nodded. The rouge finish gave the pale face a little color.

"Big brother also take care!"

The sedan curtain was lowered, obscuring the familiar face and all the past.

"Get up in the car!"

With a shrill sound, the sedan chair slowly lifted again, crossed a high threshold, and began to walk deeper.