Chapter 142: How did she end up in this team

On November 14, 573 A.D., the wide street from the Yecheng Palace to the North City Gate had already been swept spotlessly, and even the thin ice condensed by the melting snow had been cleaned up by the industrious people of Yecheng. On the trees of the houses on both sides of the street, they are draped in red and hung with colors, red and fiery, and they are jubilant, which dispels a lot of the cold breath in this winter.

As soon as it was dawn, the people of Yecheng gathered on both sides of the street from the palace to the north city gate, and while patiently waiting for the honor guard of the princess of Dayi, they began to discuss in a whisper.

"Uncle, why did you say that such a gentle and beautiful person as Princess Dayi would marry a Turkic barbarian?" In a corner, a twelve, thirteen, or fourteen-year-old boy asked his uncle, who was already middle-aged, in puzzlement.

The middle-aged man stroked the goatee on his chin, sighed softly, his face was full of helplessness and loss, and it was incompatible with the festive environment around him at this time, "She is for our Great Qi Country!" After speaking, the middle-aged man cast his somewhat confused gaze on the towering palace and was silent for a long time.

"For our great togetherness?" The boy frowned tightly, unable to comprehend his uncle's meaningful answer.

The young man knew that Princess Dayi was not a member of the royal family, her real name was Zhao Jing, and she was the granddaughter of Zhao Yanshen, the king of Sikong Yiyang, who was talented and had a gentle spleen, and more importantly, she was born as beautiful as a flower.

A few days ago, it was suddenly rumored in the city that Zhao Jing and the swinger were happy to make a private agreement for life, and they were even pregnant. But yesterday, Zhao Jing was suddenly given the surname Gao by His Majesty the Emperor, and canonized as the princess of Dayi, and even hastily married a Turk in the present day, became someone else's wife, and was happily separated from her sweetheart, and may never have the opportunity to see each other again in her life.

The young man couldn't understand why Zhao Jing abandoned Happy Happy, and he couldn't understand why Happy would agree to marry his woman to someone else. The young man thought to himself that if his woman was going to marry someone else, he would definitely snatch it back even if he robbed it.

When a yellow halo appeared in the east, and the sun like an egg yolk slowly jumped out of the horizon, bringing light and warmth to the earth, the majestic vermilion lacquer gate that isolated the palace from the outside world slowly opened with a "squeak" sound under the impetus of eight strong men.

Under the gaze of all expectations, the first to come out was the Yulin Army, which was neatly armored and solemn, and they were all majestic and powerful. Then came a procession of 100 people, dressed in fine clothes, playing and singing, playing exciting joy, and slowly walking out of the palace with neat steps.

Amid the cheers of the people of Yecheng, a wide sedan chair carried by eight Turkic men slowly walked out of the palace and onto the wide street. The sunlight sprinkled on the sedan chair body, so that it was covered with a layer of faint golden light, with its extraordinarily luxurious and noble decoration, the royal majesty and luxury were undoubtedly revealed.

In front of the sedan chair, a Turkic man was wearing a wedding dress, with a big red flower hanging on his chest, and a smug and cheerful smile bloomed on his face.

On both sides of the sedan chair, some civil and military ministers walked out slowly, and behind the sedan chair, dozens of palace maids and eunuchs followed closely.

Listening to the tsunami-like cheers of the outside world, Zhao Jing, who was sitting in a sedan chair, was dead and silent in her heart, her eyes were empty looking at the sedan curtain swaying with the sedan body in front of her, and her hands were tightly holding a folding fan.

When she saw Happy and did not hesitate to exchange herself for her, Zhao Jing was in a mood, and her heart was also tied to Happy Happy. Seeing that Happy was taken away by the outlaws, Zhao Jing was not only moved, but she was more worried about Happy in her heart, so she simply passed out.

Zhao Jing really regretted it, she regretted how many times she begged in front of the Buddha, begging him to bless the peace of the Great Qi and the people to live and work in peace and contentment; Ask him to bless his grandfather and father with good health and ascension; She also prayed to the Buddha to give him an excellent wishful husband; But she only did not pray to the Buddha to let herself be in a coma forever and not to wake up.

When Zhao Jing woke up, she was greeted not by her father and grandfather's concerned greetings and careful comfort, but by a serious question: "Do you like to be happy?" ”

Just when Zhao Jing was taken aback, and her heart was flustered and shy after her heart was exposed, her father's majestic and reproachful eyes made her worry.

Sure enough, her grandfather's next two questions shocked her on the spot: "Have you ever made a private agreement with Happy for life, and you are pregnant with his flesh and blood?" ”

When Zhao Jingru was struck by lightning, his father Zhao Zhong told the rumors circulating in the city, which made Zhao Jing's pretty face turn white in an instant.

If she is not Zhao Yanshen's granddaughter, but just a woman from an ordinary family, this rumor is not too bad for her, and maybe she can get together with happiness because of this. It's a pity that she is not, she is not only Sikong's granddaughter, but also the emperor's Zuo Zhaoyi, this gossip is fatal to the Zhao family or happiness.

It's true that Zhao Jing likes to be happy, but this is the feeling she hides in her heart, how can she ever talk about it for outsiders, not to mention that she has a lifelong agreement with happiness, and she is pregnant.

However, just as Zhao Jing was about to explain, several female officials came to the palace and came to check her body on the orders of the emperor.

Although the rumors can stop at the wise, even if it is an indisputable fact that Zhao Jing is complete, the message from the outside world is also a trampling on the dignity of the royal family.

However, to their surprise, the disaster did not come, but the joy came. Zhao Jing was given the surname Gao, canonized as the princess of Dayi, and will marry the seventh son of the Turkic Tabo Khan, Ashina Cave Hezhen, on November 14. The moment he learned the news, Zhao Jing felt a "buzz" in his head, and then he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes went dark.

The festive music of the outside world sounded so harsh to Zhao Jing, but the luxurious and soft clothes on her body could not stop the chill in her heart. It was the coldness of heartbreak, the coldness of utter despair of life and life. Even if he marries Cushman & Wakefield, he can still see his dear family, and even more so him. But now, everything is in vain, maybe I will never see that white dress again, chic and indifferent figure in my life!

Zhao Jing thought in her heart, and couldn't help but gently open the small curtain on the side, looking at the black pressed heads on both sides of the street full of hope, trying to find the familiar but seemingly unfamiliar figure. However, until the team reached the north gate, the figure of that person still did not appear.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept into the sedan chair and poured into Zhao Jing's collar, making her shiver involuntarily, but it was not as cold as the numbness in her heart.

"Miss-" Xiao Lu, who was sitting in the sedan chair with Zhao Jing, had been silently watching Zhao Jing's movements, and at this time, seeing that her emaciated face was full of gloom, she couldn't help but scream, her voice was choked but she couldn't speak anymore.

Zhao Jing's expression was blank, and she let the cold wind ruffle the hair of her sideburns, blew her delicate nose red, and dried the tears that poured out of her eyes.

"Since ancient times, there has been a lot of life, this may be destined by God!" The sedan chair went out of the north gate, Zhao Jing finally lowered the curtain, sighed softly, and his tone was full of helpless desolation and deep resentment and sadness.

"Miss, you don't miss that person anymore, you're leaving, he, he didn't even come to send you!" Xiao Lu held Zhao Jing's arm and cried and persuaded him.

Zhao Jing didn't answer, just pursed her lips tightly, making her originally rosy lips a little white.

Suddenly, the sedan chair shook slightly, the sedan chair stopped, and outside the sedan chair, the voice of the palace maid came: "Your Royal Highness Princess, King Yiyang, please come out of the sedan chair." ”

Zhao Jing Muran's eyes fluctuated slightly, and with Xiao Lu's support, Zhao Jing slowly walked out of the warm sedan chair, and through the red scarf in front of him, he saw Zhao Yanshen and Zhao Zhongjiang standing not far away, both pairs of eyes staring at him tightly, his eyes were full of concern, guilt and helplessness.

Zhao Jing only felt a sour nose, and the tears that were originally exhausted couldn't help but stay, except for herself, outsiders didn't know.

Zhao Jing didn't know that in the crowd on the side of the road, her long-awaited happiness was standing there quietly, looking at her from a distance, with a worried face.

There was still a cold-looking young man standing next to him, with a pair of eyes flashing between opening and closing, but it was Li Feng, the current head of the beggar gang in Yecheng. And the person who has always been inseparable from happiness did not appear by Happy's side, but for some reason.

"Helper, you are going to Chang'an, the road is long and difficult, so let your subordinates secretly accompany you!" Li Feng didn't look at Zhao Yanshen and the others who said goodbye to Zhao Jing one by one, but looked happy with a worried face.

Happy sighed softly and didn't answer, "It's going to change!" ”

Li Feng was stunned and looked at the sky, only to see that the originally clear sky suddenly began to haze for some reason, and the north wind gradually strengthened, lifting people's clothes and sending the breath of cold winter into people's bodies.

"Is this a marriage that is not blessed by God?" The people around me also noticed the change in the weather, someone said.

Happy trembled in his heart, and once again turned his gaze to the team in the middle of the road dozens of meters away, but suddenly a familiar face appeared in his field of vision, which made Happy couldn't help but be stunned.

It was a palace maid dressed in goose yellow clothes, with a beautiful appearance, a slight hint of charm in the gentleness, a slender and outstanding figure, a gentle temperament and full of the brilliance of the mother's surname, which was so dazzling among many palace maids with beautiful appearances.

"Wu Shun? Why did she also appear among the palace maids who were married? Happy frowned and muttered to himself.

Li Feng was about to ask, but he looked at him happily and ordered: "Li Feng, go and prepare a good horse and send it to the place we have planned in advance." ”

Seeing that Xing Xing's face was solemn, Li Feng immediately agreed, walked through the crowd, and quickly disappeared.

Staring happily at Wu Shun's figure, a subtle tenderness appeared in his eyes, and the gentle woman who gently combed her hair in the palace once again appeared in her mind, as well as the natural charm between her eyebrows.