cpa300_4(); On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Tianzhou is particularly lively.

It's really very lively, more lively than any New Year's Day in the history of Shangguo.

Because on this day, the emperor got married, and he married the maverick and discredited Feng Jinghua.

Everyone in the capital is paying attention to this wedding, and they all regard watching this marriage as the most important program of the day.

Early in the morning, the gate of Fengfu was crowded with people who came to see the excitement.

The emperor and Fengfu were also very generous, and they prepared candy and snacks like mountains early and distributed them to the people and neighbors who were watching in front of the door.

In the wall, the Feng Mansion was also in full swing, and the servants were all running, preparing to send the eldest lady out and then entertain the guests.

The only one who is still calm and composed, only Feng Jinghua.

With a calm feeling of "nothing to do with herself", she got up on time, practiced, washed, and bathed, and then wore the light red undershirt prepared for her by Zhu Ci, sat in front of the dressing mirror, and let the grandmother and palace maids sent by the palace dress her up.

All around her was full of people, mothers, blessings, old servants of the house, people sent from the palace.

In the outer room, there are male dependents, fathers and elder brothers.

Everyone's face, whether joy, reluctance, or envy, always has such and such expressions.

Only Feng Jinghua is so peaceful that she doesn't look like a bride.

It took two hours to comb my hair, put on makeup, put on my wedding dress, put on a phoenix crown, and put on all kinds of jewelry.

After finishing this qiē, it was already close to noon, and the auspicious time to go out had arrived.

Feng Jinghua stood up in a gorgeous and heavy wedding dress, as if she was wearing a heavy shackle.

She would probably die wearing such shackles, right?

Thinking so, she glanced at her bedroom and smiled.

Goodbye, she has long been not young "girly" days.

Then, she retracted her gaze and said to the bride in the palace: "It's okay." ”

Mama said "yes", picked up the red hijab with both hands, and put it on her head.

Then, the two palace maids supported her left and right and led her outside.

The ladies of the house followed.

In the outer room, Feng Xiangkong and Feng Ruoxing saw her come out, and they also followed behind and sent her out.

It stands to reason that Feng Ruoxing, the elder brother, should go out on his back Feng Jinghua, but Feng Ruoxing has multiple disabilities, and it is really inconvenient to carry Feng Jinghua on his back to go so far alone, so this procedure will be skipped.

Along the way, the people stood on both sides, either with red eyes or smiling faces, to congratulate them on the marriage of this different eldest lady.

There was beautiful fine snow in the sky, and Feng Jinghua, who couldn't see the road, walked very slowly.

No one knows what the expression of her face is under the red hijab.

Enthusiastic firecrackers rang out.

The festive suona sound also sounded.

There are voices of "Congratulations to Miss" and "Congratulations to Miss".

Feng Ruoxing listened to these voices, his steps suddenly slowed down, and his eyes were a little trance-like.

Like, there's an important thing to do.

What's going on?

A voice sounded in his head: "On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, when Feng Jinghua got married, as long as the sound of firecrackers and joy sounded, he went alone and quietly under the big tree near the back door, and brought his friends who were waiting there to send Feng Jinghua into the palace, and he couldn't let anyone know about it." ”

Driven by this voice, he withdrew from the team that sent Feng Jinghua out, burrowed into the shadows, and walked to the back.

Everyone's attention was on the bride, and even if someone noticed his actions, they didn't care when he walked away for a while.

He soon arrived at the back door, and the guards at the back door did not stop him, but just reminded him: "Young master, the auspicious time for the eldest lady to go out has arrived, do you still want to go out now?" ”

Feng Ruoxing looked straight ahead, as if he didn't see them, but his voice still reached their ears in an old-fashioned voice: "I'm going to pick up a friend." ”

The guards advised: "Young Master, you have to come back quickly, don't miss the hour." ”

Feng Ruoxing had already strode outside.

Only half an hour or so later, he came in with a young man with delicate features, who was probably his friend.

How could there be a problem with the friends brought by the young master?

So no guards interrogated or examined the strange young man.

In this way, the young man followed Feng Ruoxing through the Feng Mansion and reached the front door.

Because he walked very slowly and had to say goodbye to his parents, Feng Jinghua only walked to the gate at this time.

The closed door is about to open because of her arrival.

"Hua'er-" Mother Feng suddenly shouted, took a few steps forward, grabbed her daughter's hand, and said in a slightly choked voice, "Mother will definitely come to the palace to visit you often, and you will definitely be happy." ”

Feng Jinghua's eyes were red, but no one could see it.

"Well, my daughter will be happy." She held her mother's hand and said in a low voice, "The palace is not far from home, and my parents and I will definitely be able to see each other often, so don't worry, mother." ”

Whether she is happy or unhappy in the future, she must be happy in front of her mother.

The well-being of her parents and brother is a hundred times more important than her well-being.

As long as they are doing well in the future, she is satisfied.

Feng Xiangkong wanted to say something, but a man like him really couldn't say sentimental or tender words, so he didn't speak.

Feng Jinghua lifted the red hijab slightly, curtsy at her parents, held back her reluctance, and said, "It's time, my daughter is gone, please take care of my father." ”

Then she resolutely lowered her hijab and walked to the door.

The door slowly opened, and a sea of voices poured into her ears.

She didn't have to lift her head, she could feel that there were people all around, all of whom were staring at her excitedly, excitedly witnessing the wedding scene of a queen.

And this scene must be magnificent.

She smiled wryly and got into the sedan chair carried by sixteen people with the support of the palace maid.

The festive voice is even louder, and it is almost like rushing into the sky, so that the heavens and people can also celebrate together.

"It's an auspicious time to get up!" The long master of ceremonies' voice rang out.

The red sedan chair moved.

It's very stable and doesn't wobble at all.

It was the first time for Feng Jinghua to sit in such a gorgeous and spacious sedan chair.

The sedan chair was the size of an ordinary room, and in addition to her, there were four palace grandmothers and palace maids, as well as her personal maid Hu Er, who did not look narrow at all.

Outside, the sound was monstrous, but her heart was like water.

She wished there was no end to the road, that she would never have to set foot in the palace.

She also hoped that something would happen again, just like in the past, so that she would not be married.

It's best not to marry for the rest of your life.

But this time, it seems that even God does not dare to disobey the will of the Son of Heaven, and the journey is very smooth.

"It's noon to stop the car!"

"Please get off the sedan chair of the queen mother-"

"Everyone knocks on the emperor—"

"Congratulations to the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live—"

The palace has finally arrived.

The emperor personally went to the main gate of the palace to greet the queen.

It stands to reason that the queen should enter the palace through the side gate of the palace, but in order to show the importance of the queen, the emperor specially greeted him from the main gate.

Feng Jinghua walked out of the sedan chair that lay flat on the ground, and with the support of her brother, she walked towards the emperor who she couldn't see.

Then, her hand fell from her brother's hand to the emperor's hand.

The emperor held her hand, so tight, so firm, but not too hard, like branches that were born together.

It's just that the emperor's hands are warm, but her hands are cold.