Wen House

The eye is a dazzling red, and the deafening joy lingers in front of the vermilion mansion, which is very lively.

Pull green silk, double ring knots, red face and new clothes are more gorgeous than flowers.

Wen Qingyao sat in front of the dressing mirror, only to see a beautiful woman in the mirror, her skin was like snow, her eyebrows were like green smoke, her apricot eyes were rippling, and under her upturned nose was a small pink mouth. The black hair as thick as ink is half combed to the top of the head, cleverly coiled into a phoenix bun, wearing a golden phoenix crown on the top of the head, and the red gems are finely inlaid on the phoenix crown, finely carved and lifelike. The phoenix six beads on both sides hung down along the green silk, and the skin lining was white and red.

A red tulle wedding dress, embroidered with gold thread, is actually embroidered with Qing Yao's favorite pearl plum, looming under the lightly covered red veil.

But at this moment, she is full of sadness, and she has no joy of being married, which seems incompatible with the liveliness of this mansion.

Wen Lanping stood behind her, holding a mahogany comb in one hand, and gently brushing her daughter's hair with the other, and said while combing:

"Once you comb your hair, you don't have to worry about being rich;

The second comb is combed to the hair, disease-free and worry-free;

Three combs to the hair, many sons and many longevity;

then comb to the end, raise the case and raise the eyebrows;

The second comb is combed to the tail, and the wings fly together;

Three combs to the end, forever knotted with one heart.

There is a head and a tail, rich and noble. ”

This was what a mother should do and say, but now it is the father who replaces it and sends her daughter to marry.

Wen Qingyao felt panicked for a while, it was not easy for her father to be a father and a mother since she was a child, and she often got into trouble and made him angry, if time could be turned back, she would also learn to be a gentle and demure woman, and Chenghuan father's knees.

Now that Wanxin has gone to the dark court, her aunt is bedridden, she is getting married again, and in the future, this house will be deserted, how lonely and miserable my father should be, I can't help but cry when I think of this.

Qing Yao looked at her father in the bronze mirror with teary eyes, and suddenly felt that her father was much older, and his temples were a little white.

"Dad, is my daughter beautiful today?" Wen Qingyao didn't look back and choked up.

Wen Lanping stared at Qing Yao in the bronze mirror, and only after a while did he speak, "Beautiful, as beautiful as the day your mother got married." ”

It seems to think of the day he got married, which was the happiest moment of his life.

Le Wat was wearing a Liuxia wedding dress with cloud brocade strokes, and his head was covered with rice grains like Nanzhu Xipa, and he walked towards him slowly, as if he was in another world, and his eyes were red.

Wen Qingyao looked at her father's red eyes, forced tears, and her heart was like a knife, "My daughter will definitely come back to visit her father often in the future." ”

"Okay, come back often."

Qing Yao got up, took the mahogany comb in Wen Lanping's hand, put it in front of the mirror, leaned forward and gently hugged him.

Qing Yao felt that her father was so thin, as if he could crush him with a little force. In the past, she was very young, and her father could hold her in his arms and resist on his shoulders, but now she holds her father in his arms and gently pats his father's shoulder to comfort her, as if she was sad for her father to comfort her when she was a child.

"Qing Yao, no matter what happens in the future, you have to live, for me, for your mother, and for the Wen family."

Wen Lanping knew that the mistakes he made back then and the debts he owed were repaid today, and he only hoped that the day his Qing Yao knew the truth, he wouldn't blame him, let alone hate him.

The Yiren married the coach captain.

Wen Qingyao covered her red hijab, sat in a sedan chair, and the winter dates went out of the house with the sedan chair.

The guard of honor opens the way, the curtain of the sedan chair is made of the best red color silk, and embroidered with the gold thread Danfeng Chaoyang, the four corners of the sedan chair are decorated with big colored balls, the golden tassels have been hanging to the bottom, showing luxury everywhere, and the mighty through the streets and alleys.

Wen Lanping, who was standing in front of the mansion, had already burst into tears and muttered, "Dad is gone, you can live well." ”

The wedding of the eldest prince is the top priority of Fengjin City today, and the people of the ten-mile long street are crowded on both sides of the street, looking forward to this unprecedented wedding.

Yueqing house

Xiqi stood in the hall in a dark cloud pattern uniform, his black hair was tied up high, and his lilac eyes hid Ling Ran's murderous aura, arrogant and unruly. The whole person exudes self-esteem, swallowing mountains and rivers, and half of the former warmth is gone.

The sick cat turned into a tiger, revealing its sharp teeth, and it was bound to be bloody and bloody in the Tianxuan Kingdom.

Then outside Yueqing Mansion, a killing ended quietly.

moment

The wind in the courtyard moved slightly, and when the wind was galloping, a man in Tsing Yi who was as cold as ice came to Xiqiyang, knelt on one knee, clenched his hands into fists, and said in a cold voice: "Your Highness, the people sent by Emperor Fengjin have all been resolved. ”

Xiqiyang's face was indifferent, and his voice was like cutting ice and jade: "Then we will take advantage of this big day to congratulate him." ”

On the long street, the sedan chair entered the palace and came to the front of the Fengluan Palace.

Kissing is the palace of the prince's nurse Li Mama, she was waiting at the entrance of the palace early, the sedan chair arrived, the sedan door was unloaded, helped the bride, crossed a vermilion lacquered wooden "saddle", stepped red felt, slowly walked towards the Fengluan Palace.

Fengluan Hall is on top of 300 steps, majestic and magnificent, exquisitely gorgeous.

In the Fengluan Palace, on the dragon chair sits the Tianxuan Emperor Feng Jin in a yellow robe, with the majesty of the gods and the innate breath of the king, proud of all things, and the dignified and noble Queen Liang sits beside her, wearing a phoenix robe, long and dragging the ground, wearing a phoenix crown, and the posture of the mother in the world.

Under the hall, on both sides stood civil and military officials in court uniforms.

Feng Chengyi wore a red-cut black-edged gold-embroidered brocade robe, standing in the center of the hall, and was noble.

Today is not only his day of great joy, but also the time when he is canonized as the crown prince.

Mama Li supported the bride, walked slowly into the hall peacefully, came to Feng Chengyi, handed the bride's hand to him, and the two turned to face Emperor Tianxuan and Empress Liang.

Mama Li stood aside and said in a high voice: "Worship the saint." ”

The two of them bent down and bowed.

"Two worship heaven and earth."

The bride and groom turned around, faced the main entrance of the Fengluan Palace, and bowed.

"Husband and wife worship each other."

The bride and groom turned around, stood facing each other, and were about to bow down to salute, but were interrupted by a voice of six gods without a master, "Your Majesty is not good, and you are not good....... He rebelled against the prince. ”

Then I saw a soldier in armor covered in blood rushed into the main hall and fell to his knees.

Emperor Feng Jin stood up from the dragon chair in surprise and roared angrily, "Where are the others?" ”

"At the gate out of the city, he was about to be killed." The soldier trembled with horror on his face.

"Commander Sun, you quickly send the Praetorian Guards to intercept at the city gate, and you must not let Xiqi Yang return to the Western Barbarians, and there will be no mercy for killing." Emperor Feng Jin shouted to Sun Yi, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army under His Royal Highness.

His face was angry, and his eyes were fierce.

In the past few months, Xiqi, the king of Xiban, has sent people to ask many times, saying that he is old and his health is getting weaker and weaker, and he hopes that Emperor Fengjin can let his son Xiqiyang return to Xiban to inherit his mantle.

But Emperor Fengjin was dignified, and while perfunctorily saying that he would send someone to send Xiqiyang back in a few days, he sent a master of fine work to prepare to kill him secretly.

The matter of letting the tiger return to the mountain, he Feng Jin would definitely not do it.

But Feng Jin never dreamed that Xi Qiyang, who had always been submissive, killed the fine work he sent, and at this time he even killed the gate of Fengjin City, no matter what, he Xiqi Yang must die today.

The gate of Fengjin City

Xi Qiyang rode a black horse, dressed in a dark robe, holding a long sword, standing majestically in front of the city gate, blood dripping down the blade of the sword, falling into the dust, leaving a bloody patch. He was followed by a group of people who were also black-clad and black-clothed, about forty people, all with Ling Ran's eyes, holding long swords, heroic and brave.

There was a river of blood and corpses piling up in front of the gates, and as long as you left the city, you could go home.

"Your Highness, let's go quickly, the Praetorian Guards of the Heavenly Xuan Kingdom will come soon, and we won't be able to get out of it when the time comes." The man in the dark clothes at the front of the team drove forward and said to Xi Qiyang.

Xiqi Yang didn't say a word, pursed his lips and looked back at the long street where he grew up, where there was Feng Zerui, and the woman he had been thinking about for a long time, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and there was a sorrow between his eyebrows.

Seeing that Xiqiyang hadn't made any moves, the man in Xuanyi continued to urge: "Your Highness, it's too late if you don't leave." ”

Suddenly, Xiqiyang's eyes deepened, tightened the reins, and suddenly turned the horse's head and ran towards the city, without looking back: "You go back, say sorry to my father for me, it's Qiyang is unfilial." ”

"Your Highness, by all means."

There was a roar behind him, but Xi Qiyang, who was dressed in a dark robe, ran towards the palace regardless of it, resolute and determined.