In the twentieth year of King Lihe, the son-in-law Zhilan and Lu.

Zhilan and Lu, He Tianzi came in person; Mrs. Ri Qin died early, and Mrs. Chai presided over on her behalf; For Zhilan Jialu, it is the grandson of Zhongshan Prince Kuang's Yushu; In addition to a few people, there are also the three princes of the dynasty, namely Taifu Song Xiao, Taishi Zi Chou, and Taibao Zi Kuang.

The royal family and the flute, this pomp and circumstance is really simple; The Son of Heaven came in person, the lady held the courtesy, and the three princes observed, which was another big pomp.

In spring, the peach is dying, the peach blossom or budding, or spouting, or blooming, beautiful and moving.

In the past, King Wen married Taohuagu, the daughter of Boqi, and was happy to have four sons and one daughter. Peach Blossom Gu likes peach blossoms, and King Wen naturally likes it too, saying that ten thousand flowers are beautiful, and peach blossoms take up five points of Fanghua.

Yangchun, Zhilan and flute, grooming, bun, and flute.

"The son-in-law is really a country." Song Xiao was amazed.

"The Son of Heaven is virtuous, and the woman is as gentle as a woman." Zi Kuang asked himself that there were not a few beauties and beauties he had seen in his life, but he couldn't find anyone comparable to Zhilan, and he sincerely admired.

"My good sister is beautiful, and Zhilan is even more beautiful." Mrs. Chai has always regarded Zhilan as her own, and her beautiful eyes are full of love.

The son is ugly and silent, and the gentleman is not lustful. The first saint in the world, with noble virtue, everyone on the side of Zichou also faintly feels that there is a holy atmosphere surrounding.

Zhilan sat quietly under the peach tree, shyly silent. and Xuan, it means to get married. She has some expectations, what kind of person will her husband be?

He Tianzi is full of joy and sorrow, even a wisp of green silk, and also hides the shadow of Mrs. Ritan.

That year, he ascended the throne for two years, Chu Fa Zhi, and the Fang State turned to him for help and sent the orange beauty Ri Qin Xiaocui to ask for marriage.

At that time, He Tianzi was ambitious, and he was persuaded by Zichou, and he didn't dare to indulge in women. It's just because of the face of King Zhongshan, so he agreed to ask for marriage.

is Song Qiao, the daughter of Song Xiao, who just married Song Dili before, and he only thinks that although the beauty is good, he can't be greedy. Until I met Xiao Cui.

At that time, Xiao Cui Sixteen was slightly older than the current Zhilan, and her childishness had not completely faded, and her eyebrows and eyes had already grown. Just one glance, He Tianzi liked it very much.

After seven years of grinding with ears and temples, Xiao Cui gave birth to two sons and a daughter, leaving a son, who is Gongzi Zhi, and the daughter is Zhilan.

It's a pity that the beauty has a thin life, and the son's branch is just full-term, and Xiaocui is bedridden. This bedroom is the eternal separation of heaven and man. When he was dying, Xiaocui begged him for two things, one was to treat the child well, and the other was to send her back to his hometown.

The first thing, he had a guilty conscience, Zhilan grew up with Mrs. Chai, and Gongzizhi was sent to Lu State as a hostage since he was a child, and he only returned this year and the crown. As a father, he has never treated his children well for a day.

The second thing is that Xiaocui was canonized as a lady, with a noble status, and should be admitted to the royal tomb. He just mentioned that he would send Xiaocui's ashes back to the Mandarin Kingdom, and the queen mother readily agreed. Joy is more than sadness, he talked back to his mother for the first time in his life, and finally fulfilled Xiaocui's last wish.

and Xiaocui, some are fate, from Li to Citrus, thousands of miles away, and get along day and night.

and Xiaocui, nothing to gain, from the first time I saw goodbye, slept in the same bed, and separated from heaven and man.

Those seven years were the most alive days in He Tianzi's life.

Xiao Cui always said: "The Son of Heaven should put state affairs first, and there is no need to stay day and night."

He Tianzi always replied: "A gentleman first cultivates himself and his family, and then he rules the country and the world."

Xiu Qi Zhiping, what Zichou said, every word is beautiful, and every sentence is reasonable.

It was Ri Qin Boxian who sent his relatives, he was a prince in the country of Zong, and the king of the orange was only a fifth-class viscount in Dali. It is a blessing for a daughter to be by the king's side. How many scholars in the royal city, how many princes in Dali are jealous of the lucky grass of this small remote country.

The one who picked up his daughter was also Ri Qin Boxian, the life of the Son of Heaven was precious, Xiao Cui was blessed, and he was blessed with the grace of the Son of Heaven.

Zhilan, who is babbling, is still in the swaddling branch, and does not know Ri Qin Boxian, Zhilan hid behind Mrs. Chai, and the branch is crying, and the mother and son are connected.

He Tianzi didn't dare to look at Ri Qin Boxian's eyes, he only noticed Ri Qin Boxian's back, which was as thick as a mountain.

In the past 16 years, He Tianzi has never been to the citrus land, but only heard Xiaocui talk about the beautiful grass and flowers in the citrus land, and the plumbing fish are fat.

Before Xiaocui's death, He Tianzi promised to accompany her to the west of the Yangtze River, singing by the river, climbing and dancing.

Before Xiaocui died, He Tianzi promised to send her back to Tongxi, and she promised to keep it for the rest of her life.

"Son of Heaven, Son of Heaven," asked Taibao, "is it remembering something sad?" ”

Song Xiao frowned and said nothing. He Tianzi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked out of his memories.

In front of me, the peach blossoms are gorgeous. Under the peach tree, Zhilan and the ceremony have been completed, and there is no cumbersome procedure, which is the meaning of Zichou. What the Taishi said, He Tianzi would naturally listen, although he didn't know what he meant, but he didn't dare to disobey.

Zhilan smiled, the peach blossoms lost their color, and they fell one after another, sprinkling a rain of flowers, which fell on Zhilan's side bit by bit.

There is no wind, it is in the flowering period, everyone is dumbfounded, and I don't know why.

"The peach blossoms are noble, and the fragrance falls to the ground, I am afraid it is not a good omen." Song Xiao expressed his speculation.

Zichou didn't say a word from beginning to end, at this time he beckoned, took a piece of peach blossom, put it on Zhilan's head, and then bowed respectfully to the Son of Heaven and said: "The son-in-law has a shy face, this is a good omen." Congratulations to the Son of Heaven, the daughter of Rusi, the world envy her. ”

Song Xiao didn't answer, he had always admired Zichou, Zichou said it was a good omen, that is. It's just that whether it is the love of the world or the covetousness of the world, he does not know.

Zhilan, who is in harmony, is childish and embroidered; The remaining seven points are sublimated by the peach blossoms, and this girl dies.

After Zhilan performed and saluted, the princes sent envoys to ask for kisses of no less than 20 people, and He Tianzi hid if he could, and pushed if he could.

If Zhilan was born in an ordinary family, as a father, he could choose a good son-in-law for his daughter. It's a pity that Zhilan was born in the family of the Son of Heaven, and he, the king of a country, can't be the master. This is the sorrow of the Son of Heaven and the sorrow of Dali.

Three years, Zhilan and Lu have been three years. In the past three years, Zhilan has lived with Mrs. Chai and has never left the royal city. Not out of the royal city, this is the meaning of Zichou, and it is also the will of He Tianzi. Zhilan is smart, even if the deep palace is locked for a long time, she doesn't feel tired all day long. It's only been three years, and my father has been locked in the deep palace for twenty and three years.

Said that it is not long, it is not short, I thought that after three years, the son of the scholar clan would no longer worry about Zhilan, who knew that the son of the world would not marry for three years, and the beauty of Wang Cheng would marry for three years.

The Dali Dynasty has been established for 500 years, and it has never been heard of or seen.

Wangcheng toast people, the poem says:

The emperor is her sister, and the palace is deep. Chaoyun screamed, but he couldn't think about it. Chunhua is beautiful, and you can't think about it.

The good poet of the southwest wrote a poem:

The Son of Heaven has a female name Zhilan, and the country is ashamed of her face. However, I didn't leave the cabinet for three years, and the matchmaker forgot to wear it for three years.

Chu Di sang:

The emperor descended to the royal city, and her eyebrows were crooked. Deng Mu is dying, and the emperor's daughter is smiling and fragrant. The royal city is far away, and I don't see the emperor's daughter, and I am worried.