The guard of honor escorting Qu Yi has already set off from the upper hall of the south garden of the palace, all the way into the city, arrived at the east gate at three o'clock in the hour, and then entered from the east gate, straight into the front court, the prime minister reminded Qu Yi next to his ear, Qu Yi came down, accompanied by the civil and military courtiers who greeted him, and went to the shelter to greet the king, every moment, there was an inner servant to report where the lord was, or where he went.

"Is the king ready?" Cen Mian groaned, as if he meant something.

Yuan Lingjun smiled slightly, helped a few people to get up, and the two little girls behind him stepped forward to help. The old ministers also stood up one by one, and Yuan Lingjun immediately raised her sleeves and bowed heavily to the old ministers who had been with her for many years to express her gratitude over the years.

When the time came, the king of Changshan rode out of the south palace.

Looking from afar, the girl in the chariot wore a huge crown of dragon and phoenix gilt kings, wearing a dark robe, and the dark clothes lined her with a little more mature and stable than usual, less young and immature of the girl. After the surrender, the Yuan Ling was carried out by a grandmother.

Hundreds of officials wear crowns, command to wear Zhai clothes, according to the grade of two shifts, the main road to greet the master, with the messenger shouting "kneel", the black pressure to kneel down a piece, His Royal Highness held his breath, solemnly bowed.

The lord who was still lying on Mama's back was silent, Kunjiao felt strange, quietly raised her eyes and peeked over, couldn't help but gasp, and said: "Lord, wake up, ......" However, Yuan Lingjun did not show the slightest sign of waking up, Kunjiao was shocked, anxiously looked around, and his eyes fell on the vicinity of the shelter.

In front of the main hall of the shelter, Fan Jiang has a high bun, a phoenix crown in his clothes, and a rare smile in his eyebrows and eyes.

Taichang Jihuan, who served as the envoy of the Six Rites, opened his throat and said a generous word of thanks, and everyone bowed in front of the steps and prayed in unison. Just when Kunjiao was at a loss, Yuan Lingjun, who didn't know when to wake up, walked to the high platform with the support of the female official and accepted everyone's congratulations.

Yuan Lingjun straightened her back again and again, and the weight on her head forced her to brace herself to deal with it. Finally, Ji Huan ended the lengthy greetings in the deafening mountain call.

Under the stairs of the palace, the figure of the new king Jun Quyi has appeared, but Yuan Lingjun, who is wearing a high crown, can only see the spectacular worship scene, and it is extremely difficult to even lower her eyes, she looks straight ahead with a complicated mind, and always can't help but want to look at Quyi under the stairs of the palace.

Qu Yi caught her gaze, his smile deepened, and he withdrew his gaze without a trace.

"Childe holds the national ceremony." The bridesmaid hints.

The monarch and the minister are in the front, the husband and wife are in the back, and it is natural to pay the national salute to Yuan Ling, and because the identity of the king of Changshan is the only monarch of the Jin Kingdom, like the king of the small and medium-sized countries in the country, the emperor gave her nine honors, and the ceremony must not be complicated and redundant.

Qu Yi cleaned up his sleeves and appearance, took a few steps forward, shook his sleeves, and when he got up to bow again, one hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

There was a sigh below, and the King of the Mountains suddenly descended, which was extremely unruly. However, Lin Xiang, Zhen Chuanting and others felt that it was okay, their young queen often made some unexpected moves, and compared with the first wedding, it was really out of line.

Yuan Lingjun didn't think so, she was too sleepy, but she couldn't fall down at the big wedding ceremony. This is not okay for Fan Jiang, and it is especially important to her.

Staring at the hand in front of him, Qu Yi was shocked, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Childe, come with me." Yuan Lingjun held Qu Yi's palm and walked him up the court steps.

The couple, who are several years apart, are already standing on the highest place, receiving the attention of thousands of people and receiving the congratulations of the world.

Her hands were hot, hot and sweaty, Qu Yi felt a trace of worry and unease, he held Yuan Lingjun's hand tighter, and some beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The lord's unruly behavior made Ji Huan feel embarrassed again, and he couldn't help but look at Fan Guifei frequently, waiting for her instructions. Fan Guifei's face was calm, and her eyes fell on the newcomer who was not very right, a mellow and immature, laughing and scolding girl in the Jin room with all the words written on her face, a handsome and gentle, curling young man in the autumn moon, this hard-pressed couple was also a rare and harmonious and beautiful scenery in her eyes at this time. She has been looking forward to this moment for many years, just because the Qu family rides with three thousand wind and rain that can be worth ten.

There was silence all around, and the sound of the breeze was clear.

Yuan Lingjun swallowed saliva to moisten his dry throat, and his lips trembled. Although the thick bead powder covered her original face, it was difficult to hide her haggard and sickly state.

After the successive ceremonies, I ate my meals, changed my casual clothes several times, and it was evening.

Concubine Fan ordered people to hold a feast in the high pavilion and drink with hundreds of officials.

Yuan Lingjun and Qu Yi changed their clothes again, the palace people gathered around the two of them to take their seats, and Wang Chen and the Beijing envoy sat down according to the class.

The pavilion is incomparably spacious, enough to accommodate a hundred pretty wine maids, one by one boots, robes and jade belts, hair and hairpins, each of which is also presented with fresh melons, fruits, wine and food, these wine maids are kneeling and waiting at the corners of several cases.

After the newlyweds were seated, two columns of maids stood with their swords in place, surrounding them in the center.

In order to carry out the ceremony smoothly, Fan Guifei summoned her nephew, Fan Ying, the tenth lang of the Fan family, and ordered him to drink wine on his behalf, and the minister who was given the wine by the noble concubine thanked him for drinking.

Kunjiao and Tianbao served in the main seat respectively, adding wine to Yuan Lingjun and Qu Yibu dishes, and every once in a while, there were ministers who came to toast and congratulate, as well as rich children who begged for cakes and money.

Wine over the second tour, the court torch illuminates the palace, the messenger passes the order of Fan Guifei, orders the song and dance to play music, hundreds of officials watch by the railing, downstairs is a party to build a luxurious high platform pavilion pool, the pool is full of 100 people, they hold the sword and dance, the sword in the hand is like a spirit snake out of the hole, slow and urgent, soft with rigid, rigid and soft, and then the sheng flute and the qin and the zither are played together, the musicians are slow to pick and twist, the singer exposes the throat of the pearl, sings the famous songs of the Southern Dynasty, the tone is frustrated, graceful and moving, people can't help but yearn for the ethereal beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, singing the poems of the north dynasty, the sword is Zheng Zheng, and the breath is back to the bowels, like a golden iron horse roaring in front of you.

"The musicians and dancers of Changshan Palace are really a thousand times better than Lin'an." Zhao Ji, the chief envoy of the ceremony, sighed to Yang Anzhong, the deputy envoy.

"The Le Ling in Zhao Xiang's mansion is not much worse." Yang Anzhong's attitude towards the reputation of King Changshan has always been neutral, and he rarely talks privately with others, not to mention that Zhao Yu is still his sworn enemy.

Zhao Ji shook his head, stroked his beard, and chanted to the music of the lyre.

Downstairs singing and dancing endlessly, Yuan Ling, who was sitting in the upper seat, trembled, her state was extremely poor, and she was in a hundred times more energetic, and she felt tired in a trance at this time.

"Sovereign?" Kunjiao, who knew the truth, was worried.

"It's okay, don't let anyone find out." Yuan Lingjun held the jade cup to hide her gaffe, she just felt frightened, and tried to control her excitement, but she didn't notice that her hand was trembling, and the jade cup almost flew out several times.

Yuan Lingjun gasped softly and shifted the weight of his arm to Kunjiao's arm. Although she changed out of the heavy tiara dress, the gold and stone beads and jade pressed on her head were not light, and her neck was sore and unbearable, which made her breathless.

Why did she embarrass her so much every time she got married? Yuan Lingjun stroked his chest and suppressed the unwillingness in his heart.

Fan Jiang turned a blind eye to her discomfort, took a glass of wine, flicked his cup to Yuan Lingjun, and smiled lightly. This is her game, and if she doesn't open her mouth and shout to stop, no one has the right to end it.

The minister, who noticed the eye contact between the two, speculated cautiously, trying to see the clues of the mother's suspicion.

Yuan Lingjun's eyes were covered with water, and he wiped them away when he repaid his respects, and in the afterglow, the young man beside him knelt straight, and his eyes seemed to be concerned and inquiring.

After the night fell completely, the hundred officials climbed the Baling City Tower to watch the fireworks, the people heard the news and poured out of the city, rushed to the city tower, the palace people moved out of the wooden basket, the peanuts, red dates, longan sprinkled down, which was mixed with silver money, and the people below coaxed into a piece.

Fan Guifei's stiff face gradually unfolded, revealing a little tiredness and drunkenness.

"Your concubine is going back to the palace?" Gong asked at the right time.

The fireworks gradually extinguished and disappeared in the night without a single star, and Fan Guifei lowered her eyes and looked at the jade Buddha beads on her wrist, and let out a long breath.