Liu Yichen lifted the sedan curtain, looked at Si Baihong, and said with a relaxed smile. "Bai Hong, today's happy event must be like the old general, heroic and heroic."

Si Baihong also laughed. "That's a natural thing." The two of them talked and laughed for a while, and when it was time to arrive, the palace door opened suddenly.

All the eunuchs lined up in two rows, from the palace gate to the dragon chair. "Your Majesty." The crowd came down one after another, knelt down and kowtowed.

The emperor waved his hand. "Zhong Aiqing is flat." They walked into the palace together, and according to the signs on the map, they each looked for a place to sit down.

The distinguished guests sat down on the seats, and from both sides of the main hall, beautiful palace maids, dancing slender figures, holding wine bottles in their hands, went up to the seats.

The emperor was on the dragon chair, waving his hand, looking at Song Zhiyao and smiling. "Yao'er, come here, I have always been, very grateful to your Song family."

Song Zhiyao smiled. "Your Majesty, the slave family is just an ordinary woman among the people, and she has received royal grace." The Emperor laughed again. "Yao'er is very humble."

At this time, from behind the dragon chair, the little prince wore a golden dragon robe and ran out. "Auntie, little prince, I greet you."

Song Zhiyao looked at the little prince's cute appearance, and was overjoyed. "Your Majesty, you can't do it, the little prince is the dragon seed of the Heavenly Family."

The emperor looked at her and said loudly. "This is where it is said, although it is a noble family, but it can't lose humanity and family affection."

As he spoke, the emperor took out a piece of gold and jade pendant in his palm. The carving is very exquisite, with two purple-gold dragons on it, protecting a heart.

Then the Emperor laughed. "This jade pendant is my reward to you, and it is strange to say, when I see you, I can't say anything in my heart, and I don't know what happened."

Song Zhiyao knelt on the ground, holding the jade pendant in both hands, and felt that a refreshing breath and refreshing taste came towards her in an instant.

On this wedding day, the emperor also remembered Song Qingwan in his heart. Although he had long forgotten it, he just touched the scene and couldn't help but shed tears.

The little prince hugged the emperor's leg curiously and asked innocently. "The father told the child that today is a day of great joy, so why cry."

Only then did the emperor realize that the cold tears had flowed all over his face. Forced to smile. "Child, it's good to play, don't worry about me."

Looking at the emperor's face, Song Zhiyao slowly took out a silk handkerchief from her arms. "Your Majesty, the little woman offers this ugly thing, please use it for Your Majesty."

The Emperor stretched out his hand, followed the handkerchief, and gently picked up the texture on it. Seeing the embroidery of pink petals, I thought of her again.

It's just that at this time, there are no more tears in his eyes. Raise your head and look at the distant sky, white clouds drifting by with the wind.

The Emperor wiped the corners of his eyes soothingly, and let out a sigh of relief. "Wan'er, I know that you are in heaven, waiting for me, come together."

As he spoke, he waved his hand again. "I order you to go back to the table." Song Zhiyao walked to the seat under the dragon chair and sat down next to the large ebony table.

At this time, Liu Yichen also stepped forward. The emperor looked at him and smiled. "Brother, I look at you, your complexion is much better than before."

Liu Yichen patted his face and said embarrassedly. "It's just that in the past few days, I've been thinking about marriage in my heart, and I'm nervous, that's it."

The emperor stretched out his hand and gave him another jade pendant. "I order you, treat Yao'er well, don't be lazy, and don't be double-minded."

Liu Yichen looked at the emperor and said respectfully. "Your Majesty, where does the villain dare to have two hearts, it is to only love her for the rest of his life, and not to think about anything else."

At the same time, civil and military officials also sat in the banquet. They tasted wine, looked at the bride in the hall, thought a lot, and did not speak.

A handsome civil official thought for a long time before he said. "Wen is the emperor's brother, Wu is the young general, such a grand event is also rare in a century."

Another civil servant also chimed in. "What Brother Lin said is very true, born in such a prosperous world, we should be more benevolent and righteous and glorify Sven."

As he spoke, the civil servants also laughed together. Song Zhiyao, who was at the next table, listened to their words, and at first felt relieved, but she didn't feel good.

She drank a few bottles of wine, stared at the back, and stared back. "Such a despicable fool is only a man of words, and he is very hateful."

At the same time, the emperor pulled Liu Yichen and reluctantly admonished. "I and you are from the same lineage as the emperor, with the same blood and bones, and I hope to not lose my heart."

Liu Yichen heard this earnest advice and replied calmly. "Your Majesty, although the villain is stupid, he is just clear-hearted and does not do evil things."

The emperor listened to his answer, looked at the simple expression, and patted Liu Yichen's shoulder heavily. "It's good to know this, Emperor, looking at you and me in the sky."

Liu Yichen bowed heavily and went to Song Zhiyao's side. He looked at Song Zhiyao, her beautiful face, and her expression seemed to be a little dignified.

He stretched out his arm, wrapped his arms around Song Zhiyao's neck, and asked in a low voice. "Okay Yao'er, what's wrong?" She thought for a long time, pouted, and stared at the civil officials behind her.

Liu Yichen also understood what she meant, and pressed her ear to whisper. "Yao'er, today is a time of great joy, so why bother to compete with those people."

Thinking of this, she also untied the knot in her heart. "Why do you want to do so much? Today, when you are happy, you are happy, and it is wonderful to be in the same place as your husband. ”

At this time, the emperor met Si Baihong and Meng Wenya in front of the dragon chair. The two were in good spirits, wearing wedding clothes, and chatting respectfully.

The emperor looked at Si Baihong, a pair of strong hands full of calluses. "The young general is also battle-hardened, but he is gentle with gentleness."

Hearing this, Si Baihong said with an embarrassed face. "Your Majesty, how dare the villain be like this, it's too late to return to the boudoir and treat her as a baby."

Meng Wenya stretched out her hand, led Si Baihong's ear, and said humorously. "Your Majesty, listen to him at the slave's house outside, go home, he listens to the slave's family."

The emperor looked at Si Baihong, grinning with twisted teeth, so funny. And he made him laugh. Clapped his hands. "That's good, too."

As he spoke, the emperor took out two white-gold concentric locks in his hand. "It is the two of you, listen to my words, and be united forever, and never separate."

The two of them grasped the concentric locks and clasped them tightly on their fingers. Meng Wenya only clicked twice, then deftly pressed Si Baihong's wrist and smiled playfully.

The emperor looked at the two of them like this, and then looked at Meng Wenya, who had a huge belly, and was happy in his heart. "Regenerate a tiger general, and protect me for 10,000 years."

Hearing the emperor's words, the two thanked each other and went to their seats. At this time, those palace maids carried vases with flowers and placed them on the table.

The beautiful pink-purple petals are filled with an alluring fragrance. Liu Yichen knew that this was a new flower cultivated in the court, and it was specially placed on the table.

At this time, several attendants of the Ministry of Rites walked to the dragon seat and knelt down together. "Your Majesty, the time has come, please read the wedding message, and invite the four newlyweds to the court."

The Emperor stood up from the dragon throne and was in high spirits. The two lines of eunuchs shouted loudly together. "Your Majesty's Sacred Word, respectfully!" And they all knelt down together.

The emperor read the edict aloud. "Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, this good day is auspicious, and the two couples are married." The maid on the side led the four of them up.

The civil and military officials in the hall looked at them with their spare eyes, and they didn't dare to raise their heads. The momentum was so majestic that they were also intimidated, and they were not allowed to move.

In the emperor's hand, he pulled the red silk cloth and tied it into a flower. The palace maids on both sides, one on one side, held a pair of white geese tightly with both hands.

Song Zhiyao glanced at those officials with her spare eyes, and her heart was happy. "After tossing for so long, I finally achieved a positive result, those people are very ridiculous."

Liu Yichen stared at the emperor, sweating nervously. "I've thought about it many times in my heart, but I didn't think that at this time, my heart was still so nervous."

The scorching sun shone on Liu Yichen's handsome face, making his face crimson. The nervous beating of the heart came out of the throat.

Si Baihong was on the side, holding Meng Wenya, twisting the corners of his clothes in his palms. Looking at Liu Yichen's demeanor, he couldn't help but laugh at him.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites on both sides shouted together. "Worship heaven and earth." On one side, the court band played melodious music, and the two couples worshiped together.

"Two worship the high hall." Song Yuanwai and his wife were courteous to the two of them together, and a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths. "I can't imagine that we two old bones can come here."

At this time, Si Baihong pulled Meng Wenya and bowed to the old general and Meng Lao together. The second elder smiled, looked at them, and felt comfortable.

"Husband and wife worship each other." Song Zhiyao turned her little head, clasped her hands together, and headed towards Liu Yichen. Her cute nose touched Liu Yichen's face.

This time, it made Yichen flow, and his nose was itchy. He gritted his teeth and sneezed heavily. People on the side said one after another. "Hail Blessed."

Song Zhiyao smiled embarrassedly, and the two of them held hands again, enjoying that beautiful moment. Si Baihong and Meng Wenya also worshiped together.

The hands of the two of them, clasped together. "Ten fingers are connected to the heart, never separated." The two chatted silently, embracing each other with gratifying warmth.

Then, several eunuchs, carrying hot roast pigs, went to the two couples. Hand it to them, each with a pair of silver chopsticks, and said aside. "Same prison."

Liu Yichen carefully sandwiched the pork loin and fed it to Song Zhiyao gently. She tasted the aroma of meat, licked the deliciousness, and smiled with satisfaction.

Si Baihong also sandwiched the meat, and the two ate it together. Just looking at the two elders, they acted restrained and clumsy, for fear of not following the rules and making people laugh.

Then, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites shouted again. "Together." The eunuchs on both sides brought the green jade cup, which was small and delicate in the shape of a gourd.

Then the emperor, holding the wine bottle in his hand, poured the wine carefully into the cup. The mellow liquor exudes an intoxicating bitter aroma.

Song Zhiyao stretched out her slender fingers and carefully grabbed the cup. Brought it to himself, raised his head, and the wine was poured into his throat in an instant.

That breath also made her upset. Liu Yichen was on the side, licking his tongue and gulping. Put the cup, and the two carefully put it together.

The green jade gourd, in the bright sunshine, is very cute. The palms of the two people blended together, feeling each other's temperature.

Song Zhiyao's eyes were tactful, staring at Liu Yichen. The atmosphere between the two is full of warm love. Two cheeks, gently pressed together.

Si Baihong looked at the two of them and thought in his heart. "At this critical moment, you can't be worse than them." Holding Meng Wenya, his head resting on her neck.

Meng Wenya was a little itchy by his hair. She kissed Si Baihong softly and whispered. "The baby in the belly is moving again."

Si Baihong tilted his ears and listened carefully. The child in the belly, dancing limbs, making a thumping sound, inspires the rhythm of life.

The emperor looked at the small green jade gourd, tightly fitted, and it was all one. The gentle palace ladies on both sides, dressed in purple and red, lined up to sing.

The majestic whip music sounded melodiously. The musicians were engrossed in striking the bronze bell and weaving the pan. The rhythm of Shao music echoes in the empty hall.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites looked at the four of them and were happy in their hearts. "It's so smooth, Your Majesty is at ease, and he will naturally reward us heavily."

Then, a group of palace maids carried five kinds of ritual utensils, including beans, bamboo sticks, baskets, and figurines, which contained fresh and tender grains. "Please do the harvest ceremony.

Song Zhiyao stretched out her chopsticks, pinched the grain, and ate it gently. When the ceremony was over, a round of sunset fell behind the hall, and the sky was dark.

The palace maids on both sides gave the four of them a colorful ribbon in their hands. The Emperor read aloud. "I invite the newlyweds into the cave room and have a feast."