Yin Suwen remembered the little monk that day, and one of the many grievances he had suffered in Yunju Temple was that Xinche was forced to complete the production of a tiara with the skills of a craftsman. At first, she didn't pay attention to it, but it wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized that there would be anyone else in the world with such materials, carving, and thoughts, and the Genting Phoenix Crown in front of her must have come from Xin Che's hand.

Slowly holding the phoenix crown on the table with both hands, he looked at it carefully, and the precious appearance seemed to be carrying some kind of rare treasure. After a closer look, I really found a more rare detail, the innermost inner wall of the phoenix crown is carved with ten small statues of Bodhisattva with the technique of miniature carving, each of which is kind and kind, and the treasure is solemn.

She knew that it must be him, the monk in Yunju Temple who had suffered too much for her. Even if he was troubled by Zhang Shaoqing many times, Xinche at such a moment still tried his best to make a phoenix crown for himself. In addition to the Buddha ornamentation, there is also a small thin gold body "An" at the interface at the end of the crown wall, and the present world is stable, perhaps this is his last blessing to himself.

The slender fingers flicked a string of golden leaves as thin as cicada wings, making a few crisp soft sounds, and Yin Suwen seemed to be back on Tianshui Square at noon that day. The melodious sound of wooden drums and the melodious sound of wooden fish are mixed to form a wave of sound, and in such a misty place of light and shadow, the face of the heart is looming, like a dream.

It wasn't until Nanzhu and the matchmaker urged her to get on the sedan chair quickly, that Yin Suwen finally took a deep breath and solemnly put on the phoenix crown. When he is safe, she can marry with peace of mind.

The bright red Xipa fell on the top of the crown, and her eyes darkened, as if she was listening to a small voice saying goodbye in her heart.

"Goodbye, Xinche."

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Noon has passed, and it is almost the auspicious time of dusk, and the sedan chair to welcome the relatives has been waiting outside for a long time. This sedan chair should have been carried directly to Zhang's mansion, but because of Zhang Shaoqing's stubbornness, the wedding ceremony was arranged in Tianshui Square. Yin's mansion is still some distance from the square, and under the urging of the official mediator in a hurry, Yin Suwen, who is covering her face, is hugged out by all kinds of strange women.

From the gate of Yin's Mansion to the sedan chair, there are red happy candles with the thickness of the arm, which is called "bright sedan chair". Yin Suwen, whose vision was blocked, couldn't see the road under his feet clearly, but he saw a bright passage composed of candlelight through the handkerchief, and his heart was still stable.

On the short candlelit road, the official media lady was not idle, while making official announcements in a low tone, she took a bronze mirror to Yin Suwen and reflected it left and right, which is called a "sedan chair" that can take away all bad luck. The language similar to the words of prayer is nothing more than some auspicious words such as a match made in heaven, gold and jade, and so on, because it is a marriage that the emperor has specially taken care of, so it is more difficult to say.

Nanzhu, who was waiting closely, followed cautiously all the way, for fear that something would go wrong. She deeply felt that her young lady had been living quite unhappily all along, and she must be happy on this good day today. Everything went well, just wait for the sedan chair to get up and walk to the door of the sedan car, but she was shocked.

According to the old custom, the bride who goes here should be carried on the sedan chair by the father or brother himself, and the bride's feet must not touch the ground, otherwise the days after marriage will not be good. Yin Su asked if there was no brother, and her father was a person who refused to show up to witness her marriage, and now in front of so many outsiders, what should I do if I can't get into the sedan chair.

Fortunately, the official matchmaker is still an experienced and shrewd person, and she has inquired about the inside story of the discord between the Yin and Zhang families before, and now seeing that Yin Suwen is really going to suffer, she quickly arranged for Nanzhu to get a pair of shoes worn by Yin Yuan, and let Yin Suwen enter the sedan chair with the shoes that represent his father, which can be regarded as barely passing.

In addition to this small accident, along the way to the square, the official media lady followed ten steps and a small gift, a hundred steps and a big gift, and everything went smoothly when Yanggu sprinkled beans. In addition to hundreds of onlookers, Zhang Shaoqing also specially arranged a hundred sergeants from the Prime Minister's Mansion to escort the scene, responsible for firing the salute and also used to ensure the safety of the entire wedding ceremony.

A small group of sergeants walked quickly into the middle of the crowd and quickly isolated a wide passage for Yin Suwen's sedan chair to pass through. As soon as the sedan chair landed, the two giant red candles in the center of the square were lit, and a team of court musicians specially arranged for them also began to play at the same time.

Eighty-one red lanterns were lit one after another, and although it was already dusk, the entire Tianshui Square was as bright as day and lively. Zhang Shaoqing, who was dressed in red, came down from the nine-foot red cloth platform, and his delicate and gorgeous clothes reflected his affectionate face, which only made people feel that the most handsome groom in the world should be like this.

In the sedan chair, Yin Suwen's cheeks were hot and his heart was beating hard, but his hands were nervously cold. The ten-year covenant can finally be fulfilled today, she thought that she would be full of emotion, but at the moment sitting in the sedan chair was a little trance and only a blank was left, until the hydrangea red silk in her hand was pulled outward suddenly before she reacted, it should be to formally salute Zhang Shaoqing.

Under the guidance of the official media, Zhang Shaoqing followed the old etiquette of kicking the sedan door and asking the sky with a copper lock, so that Yin Suwen in the sedan chair could be slowly pulled out. The two were connected by a red silk of hydrangea, and after a series of braziers and saddle ceremonies, they finally turned back to the ceremonial platform in the center of the square.

Every step the two of them took, the crowd of onlookers would erupt in bursts of cheering and laughter, accompanied by the salute in the distance and the sound of silk and bamboo music in the distance, echoing in Yin Suwen's ears. The voice was noisy but very lively, and she listened half shy and half happy.

In addition to the onlookers, the viewing platform was also full of dignitaries and dignitaries of the current dynasty. Through the corner of Xipa, which was blown by the breeze, there were strangers dressed in official uniforms from a distance, and then I looked to the other side and saw a few acquaintances.

It is rare to see Zhang Xuanyi sitting in a serious position, she has not yet canonized the identity of the little county lord, she is only wearing a peach-pink official skirt, and her exquisite makeup is obviously dressed up carefully before she attends. Seeing that Yin Suwen seemed to be looking at him, he didn't care about the eldest lady's shelf, and secretly stretched out his hand to greet her, looking very cute.

Unlike her smiling appearance, Second Mrs. Yin and Yin Xuanxuan, who were also watching the ceremony in Taichung, were full of resentment and reluctance. Especially Yin Xuanxuan, who was dressed in red, not only deliberately chose clothes that contrasted with the bride, but also gritted her teeth and stared at Yin Suwen all the way with her eyes spraying fire and refused to relax. If it weren't for Yin Yuan's death order in advance not to cause trouble, she would have rushed off the stage uncontrollably to strangle Yin Suwen to death thousands of times at this moment.

Yin Xuanxuan's angry appearance was very funny, and it was in stark contrast to Zhang Xuanxuan, who was close at hand, thinking that she would be able to get rid of this troublesome trouble from now on, Yin Suwen glanced at her and was not angry but happy, and her mood instantly improved.