Thinking of that moment soon, Liu Yichen's excited blood was swelling. "Presumably, a hundred years later, this marriage will also be recorded in the history books."

The two of them got into the carriage together. The old mother looked at them, waved her handkerchief, wiped her tears of excitement, and said goodbye to the two.

It was pitch black, except for the faint moonlight. A cold wind blew through the sky, blowing open the curtains. Looking at the rickety figure of the old mother, Song Zhiyao couldn't help crying.

She shouted hoarsely. "Mother, go back, don't freeze your body." After a long time, the carriage disappeared at the intersection, and the old mother went back.

The two of them arrived at the gate of the Major General's Mansion. Looking at the tall pavilion, the lights inside are full of colorful lights.

Song Zhiyao looked over there, curious. "The lights are bright, who will be inside?" The two jumped out of the carriage and knocked cautiously on the door.

Si Baihong quickly opened the door and looked at the two of them. Song Zhiyao looked at his face, white and handsome, and her eyes were bright.

He looked at Song Zhiyao and smiled. "Yao'er, this is the makeup that Wenya painted for me, what do you think? It's just a little more beautiful than before. ”

Song Zhiyao looked at his face and smiled playfully. "Major General, this plain face is white, really handsome, even a beautiful woman, and she is ashamed of herself."

At this time, Meng Wenya was also wearing a bright red skirt, swaying her body, and quietly walked over. Her belly was bigger than before.

Song Zhiyao looked at her and said with a smile. "Ya'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I just miss you. The child in this belly is also much older than a few days ago. ”

Meng Wenya walked over and gently held her little hand. "Of course, the old general cares about me very much, and he takes care of the young general for three meals a day."

Si Baihong brought the two into the lobby. On both sides sat all the members of the army, all of whom were old brothers on the battlefield. looked at Liu Yichen and saluted one after another.

Liu Yichen smiled kindly. "When we came to the Major General's Mansion, we didn't distinguish between high and low, naturally we were all brothers, and we didn't have to be restrained, we drank together."

A familiar figure walked out of it, and this person was Ren Wang. He was stout and red-faced. "Brother Huang, the little one is here."

Seeing him, Liu Yichen's heart suddenly brightened. With their arms outstretched, the two hugged each other and laughed loudly. "Unexpectedly, you came back from the side plug."

Ren Wang smiled heartily. "How dare you not come? I specially brought back a jar of old mellow wine for everyone to drink together. ”

As he spoke, the two housekeepers held a jar of wine and unscrewed the lid of the jar. In an instant, a fresh aroma of wine permeated the entire lobby.

Si Baihong walked over and poured a large bowl of wine. Raised his head violently and drank it in a big gulp, and the hot taste instantly reached the top of his head.

He laughed out loud. "Drink everybody, and don't get drunk tonight." They gulped down spirits, punched their fists, and sang heroically.

Song Zhiyao stayed alone, feeling bored. "In three days, it will be the day of the happy event, but it is really difficult."

She was both expectant and a little nervous. "On that day, all civil and military officials will naturally come, if I make a fool of myself, then what should I do?"

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyao felt at a loss. "I wish to stay on this day forever, and never go any further." At this time, Meng Wenya grabbed her.

Song Zhiyao raised her head and looked at Meng Wenya, and she said kindly. "Yao'er, I'll take you to see the old general, he really wants to see you."

Song Zhiyao looked at her expression, as if she had a deep meaning. The two were silent, holding each other's small hands, and walked towards the back together.

The two went around to the garden before entering the old general's house. Looking at the two, the old general laughed loudly. "Both of you are here."

Song Qing looked at the old general, his silver hair shining in the moonlight. His face was wrinkled and vigorous, and his old eyes were shining with a warm light.

She stepped forward and saluted respectfully. "Old general, it's down there." The old general's eyes widened and he looked at Song Zhiyao's face.

He was stunned for a long time before he smiled. "It's the old man who is dizzy, it's really funny, Ya'er, you go out first, I have something to say to Yao'er."

Meng Wenya walked outside the door, the door was ajar. The old general looked at her, and after a long time, stroked his gray beard, and whispered.

"Girl, I also know those things, but it was too late. I don't ask for forgiveness, I just want you to let go of those things. ”

Looking at the old general like this, Song Zhiyao nodded slowly. "Oh, it's just chasing after the wind, those people talk nonsense, it's damned."

She had already let go of the matter and forgiven everyone. It's just that the old general, this guilty look makes Song Zhiyao have mixed feelings in her heart.

It was a long time before she came out. The two men walked back. A refreshing fragrance wafted through the air.

Song Zhiyao sniffed the smell and felt very comfortable. When I went to the side, I found that it was a huge orchid with delicate petals open.

She looked at Meng Wenya and said. "Ya'er, I have a small request, help me pluck this flower, I want to go back to the Imperial Brother's Mansion, and embroider this fragrance too."

Meng Wenya smiled kindly. "Of course." She stretched out her little hand, took scissors, and pulled out the flower. "Let's go, look at those stinky men."

Song Zhiyao held the flowers in both hands, listening to her words, she couldn't help but laugh. The two walked back to the lobby, and the melodious and crisp sound of the flute sounded in their ears.

The two looked at it together, and it turned out to be Si Baihong, holding the jade flute in his hand, and his slender fingers pressed the hole on it, and kept blowing.

On the other side, the generals were all drunk and full of alcohol. Liu Yichen also drank a lot, coughed heavily, and rested his arms on the table.

He was drunk and looked at Song Zhiyao. "Yao'er, I'm sorry, it's really these old brothers, all of you respect me together, and I also drank a few more glasses."

Looking at Liu Yichen like that, she smiled helplessly. "This stinky man was born like this, what can he do?" Go forward and help him.

Liu Yichen was actually not drunk, pretending to be like this, just to stop drinking. Together, the two of them walked out of the door and got into the carriage.

Si Baihong and Meng Wenya sent the two to the door. "See you in three days." It wasn't until the carriage disappeared into the street that the two men went back.

Liu Yichen turned a street corner, hugged Song Zhiyao, and smiled mischievously. "Yao'er, you didn't expect that I was indeed pretending to be drunk."

His gentle arms made Song Zhiyao very comfortable. She pursed her pink lips and said playfully. "Hmph, I know."

She looked at Liu Yichen's handsome face, and her thoughts surged. "I need him so much, if only I could be one with him."

Thinking of this, her cute little lips gently pressed against Liu Yichen's skin, blowing air. It made him itch and giggle.

Liu Yichen turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said with a charming expression. "You are mine tonight, good Yao'er, and you will never be separated."

Listening to his words, Song Zhiyao couldn't help but laugh. When the carriage arrived at the door, the two looked at each other speechlessly, walked into the house together, and hugged themselves on the bed with all their might.

After a long time, Liu Yichen fell into a deep sleep. Song Zhiyao looked at his firm chest, sniffed the wine, and felt very happy.

She held her chin and looked at the moonlight on the horizon. "I've never been happier than I am today." She smirked, like an innocent child.

Song Zhiyao was stunned and looked at the sky. "I just hope that this time, I also have a good boy, who is better than Meng Wenya's, and I also fight for the public."

The full moon disappeared into the night sky. It's past the ugly time. Song Zhiyao counted the days, only two days away, and it was that exciting moment.

She looked at Liu Yichen, sleeping so sweetly. So she stretched out her slender hand to help Liu Yichen gently comb her hair.

Every moment, every moment, is so heavy for Song Zhiyao. "The ancients said that the deceased are like Sifu, reluctant to give up day and night, it is true."

She put Liu Yichen's hair in a bun, plucked a strand of her own hair, and carefully rolled it inside. Another solid coil of several small circles.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyao also smiled with relief. Stretching out his little hand, he carefully pinched his skin. "Xianggong, even if you reach the end of the world, this hair will follow."

She rested her head on Liu Yichen and fell asleep quietly. After a few hours, the bright sunlight shone into the window lattice, and Liu Yichen rubbed his eyes before getting up.

He put on his shirt and rubbed his temples. "Last night's joy was like a dream." He remembered that he had made an appointment with the emperor to enter the palace today.

So Liu Yichen walked out of the door and rode a horse. After a long time, he arrived at the palace. I saw the emperor sitting in the main hall, waiting for him.

Liu Yichen walked into the main hall and knelt down heavily. "The minister is late, please forgive your majesty." The Emperor looked at him and smiled slightly. "It doesn't have to be this way."

As he spoke, the Emperor stretched out his hand and pointed to the side. "The wedding banquet is placed in the hall, I sit on the dragon chair, you sit on the left, and the young general sits on the right."

Hearing the emperor's words, Liu Yichen was happy. The Emperor continued. "This is also a happy event for the heavenly family, I issued an edict and magnanimous the world."

Liu Yichen asked curiously. "Your Majesty, what does this mean?" The Emperor laughed loudly. "Even those who have sinned, the forgiveness of sins will be reduced by one, and the servitude of the world will be halved."

Then the emperor took out a picture. "I have already arranged all the personal seats, and those people have also gone to eat outside the palace."

Liu Yichen looked at the picture and drew hundreds of tables. "With so many guests, one by one, I'm afraid I'll be tired to death on the day."

He rode his horse and went out towards the outside of the palace. The signs were posted around the streets. The people looked at the notice and were very happy and celebrated together.

Liu Yichen returned to the mansion and looked at Song Zhiyao. "Good Yao'er, everyone in the world knows about the marriage, these two days to nourish the spirit, and set off on the eighteenth day of the first month."

She laughed. "Xianggong, don't worry about Yao'er, these two days, I just want to stay at home, enjoy the flowers and grass, soothe my expression, and wait for the heavenly family to summon me."

So Liu Yichen ordered his family to prepare red clothes. He went to Si Baihong again, and the two worked together to plan the details of the wedding banquet.

Song Zhiyao was alone, in the pool in the house, taking a bath, spraying spices on her body. "But like this, it seems that I had joy last night."

She kneaded her belly and felt that a cute little life was being conceived. "Come on, baby."

Song Zhiyao thought that she would be able to hold her own flesh and blood in less than a year, so she smiled with relief. "If you really have a baby, it's good no matter what."

Time passed quickly, and soon, it was the seventeenth night of the first lunar month. Song Zhiyao was wearing a red dress on her upper body and a colorful skirt underneath, sitting on the bed.

Liu Yichen was dressed in red wedding clothes. Around his neck hangs a golden yellow dragon pendant. "Yao'er, let's go to sleep first, I'm afraid I'm tired at the wedding."

She looked at Liu Yichen, waved her hand and smiled. "Yao'er is not sleepy." When it was time, there was a crisp sound of a bell, and the two got on the sedan chair together.

All around, they were all followers, wearing red cloth shirts and spears in their hands, protecting them together and heading towards the palace.

Song Zhiyao looked at the people outside the sedan chair, all of them looked at her, and sincerely blessed her. "This is the royal brother and concubine, bringing blessings to the people."

The people talked about it one by one, and they were sincerely grateful to Song Zhiyao. The good things she and Liu Yichen have done are also spread in the ears of the people.

At the same time, Si Baihong also followed Meng Wenya, and the two got on the sedan chair. The generals on the side were also dressed in wedding clothes and rode horses to escort the two.

The old general was in front, leading Si Baihong's team. At three o'clock, two of them gathered in front of the palace gate and waited for the palace gate to open.