When he returned to the city, he plunged headlong into the trivial work of preparing his family's affairs.

He bears the mark of a Zhejiang official, and he should invite an official from Zhejiang to become a parent.

Yang Xiaoyu sent people to inquire carefully, and learned that there were more than 200 officials from Zhejiang in Beijing, ranging from second-rank officials to seventh-grade petty officials, and he sent invitations to all of them.

At the same time, he also sent invitations to the high-ranking officials in the Jinyi Guard's yamen.

As for how many people will come?

He didn't know this, after all, it was the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and hundreds of officials wanted to enter the palace to pay homage to the emperor, and there were probably few people who could come to the wedding banquet!

The Yang Mansion is in full swing to prepare the ceremonial utensils, banquets, and color sheds for marriage!

When he was approaching the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Yang Xiaoyu gave a note to the imperial court, saying that he had become a relative in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve and had taken a day off from the cabinet.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of firecrackers exploded in front of the gate of Yang's mansion like a crackling.

Hu Chenghe was dressed in cotton clothes, wearing a fur hat, and holding a long pole with a long string of firecrackers in his hand.

The servants on both sides covered their ears and hid to the side to watch.

Another crackling sound!

Smoke filled the air, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The firecrackers stopped, and the band in front of the door blew and beaten.

A group of officials, officials, and relatives who came to drink the wedding wine walked to the gate of the Yang Mansion one after another and entered one after another.

Yang Xiaoyu was dressed in a wedding dress, with a big red flower hanging on his chest, with a smile on his face, and saluted the guests.

Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and a group of high-ranking officials entered the palace early in the morning to pay New Year greetings to the emperor, and most of the people who came at this time were the little officials of the Fusi of Beizhen, and when they saw Yang Xiaoyu, they would shout Lord Yang.

As the groom's official, Yang Xiaoyu easily knows the identity of the other party from the title.

One early in the morning, Yang Xiaoyu kept saluting with a smile on his face. By noon, he felt a pain in his cheeks, all of which had been caused by laughing too much.

"The bride has arrived!" Hu Chenghe shouted at the top of his voice.

Shen Mengxin, who was dressed in a ceremonial dress, covered her red hijab, came out of the backyard with the support of the maids on both sides, and the maidservants around her carried the wedding plate, and a large group of people came to the hall with the bride.

Yang Xiaoyu personally went down to welcome the bride into the hall.

Today's officiant is Hu Chenghe. When the bride and groom were standing, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Bow to heaven and earth!" ”

Yang Xiaoyu and Shen Mengxin dragged the red silk wedding cloth and bowed down.

The people in the hall laughed loudly.

When it was time to worship the high hall for the second time, an older middle-aged man in the Yang family sat on the high hall and was bowed by Yang Xiaoyu and Shen Mengxin.

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

The two turned around and bowed to each other, which was the completion of basic etiquette.

"Licheng, send it to the cave room!" Hu Chenghe shouted at the top of his voice.

Yang Xiaoyu turned around and hugged Shen Mengxin around his waist, under the congratulations of the guests. Step into the middle court.

The etiquette of marrying a wife is very cumbersome, but fortunately this is the north, if it is placed in the south of the Yangtze River, he will have to work for at least one day today.

The reason why the date of marriage was set at the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Yang Xiaoyu thought that there would definitely be fewer people coming on this day, and he would not have to be so busy.

Sure enough, from the morning to the present, there were less than 200 guests.

It is not much different from Yang Xiaoyu's estimate.

Carry the bride to the new house. Yang Xiaoyu drank a cup of tea and hurriedly greeted the guests in the front hall.

The time of the day is busy and busy.

Wait until ten ten in the first night. Yang Xiaoyu asked Hu Chenghe to send red envelopes to the people in the mansion, first, it was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and secondly, it was his happy day, which was auspicious.

Having drunk too much, he staggered to the new house.

The new house is lit up and the door is plastered with festive words.

The handmaidens stood in the doorway and chuckled.

Yang Xiaoyu only felt that his head was swollen and dizzy. After calming down, he stepped forward and pushed open the door and walked in.

in the room.

The lights are bright and joyful.

Shen Mengxin, dressed in a wedding dress, sat in front of the couch with a red handkerchief on her head.

Yang Xiaoyu closed the door and came to Shen Mengxin. He had spoken less than a hundred words to this woman, lived in the same courtyard for several months, and had seen each other less than ten times.

Today, she is her wife.

Yang Xiaoyu was amused and sighed, he turned around and took the joy rod and picked up Shen Mengxin's red handkerchief.

The beautiful face is slightly powdered, the willow eyebrows are faint, the autumn-like eyes are pitiful, the cherry mouths are tightly pursed together, and the slender jade hands are held.

Yang Xiaoyu moved a chair, sat directly in front of Shen Mengxin, stared at his wife carefully, in terms of appearance, Shen Mengxin was not inferior to Zhu Ningmeng, there was no arrogance on her body, calm like water, and like smoke.

She doesn't have the vulgarity of a vulgar woman, with a little tranquility, and at a glance, her irritable heart calms down a lot.

"Miss Shen, are you hungry?" Yang Xiaoyu stared at Shen Mengxin for a long time, and when Shen Mengxin was so ashamed that he didn't dare to raise his head, he asked with a wicked smile.

"Not hungry!" Shen Mengxin's faint voice was as small as a mosquito.

Yang Xiaoyu was bitter in his heart, turned around and took the prepared gift wine, handed it to Shen Mengxin, and the two crossed their arms and finished sipping each other's cups of happy wine.

"Sleep!"

After being silent for a long time, Yang Xiaoyu said lightly.

Shen Mengxin stood up and saluted, stood to the side, and made way for Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiaoyu was not pretentious, went directly to the bed and pulled out the quilt, and slept in the innermost.

Shen Mengxin's cheeks were crimson with shame, she took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve, laid it on the bed, moved lightly, blew out the lights, and gently walked to the side of the couch to sleep.

The two of them were covered with a quilt, their pillows were pillowed, and their eyes were looking at the black hole in the roof.

Yang Xiaoyu has a heart hole. Fang Huazhu, but he didn't want to be a father yet, so he had to sleep in it as if he didn't know anything, didn't speak, and didn't turn over.

Hole. In the middle of the night, it should have been the bride who was moaning, and the groom was drunk!

However, Yang Xiaoyu's hole. The room was terriblely quiet, and there was no sound at all.

That night, he completely lost sleep, and his eyes looked at the roof all night.

Early in the morning of the second day.

The firecrackers of various families came and went, and the noisy Yang Xiaoyu got up from the bed.

When he fixed his eyes, the newlywed wife next to him had long disappeared, his groom's clothes were neatly folded and placed on the side, and the blue robe he wore on weekdays was placed next to the pillow.

The new house is very neatly packed, and all the wedding gifts on the table have been collected. The room has a faint scent of sandalwood.

Yang Xiaoyu sighed and married a beautiful wife, but he didn't enter the hole. Fang, it is estimated that there will not be a second person in the world.

Putting on his shirt, he jumped out of bed. couch, call the maidservant to call for clear water. Wash up.

"Young master, the young lady is angry and went back to the East Courtyard early in the morning!" The maidservant cautiously reminded.

The daughter of a famous family was left in the hole in the cold by the groom. One night, it is estimated that it is not easy to accept this matter on anyone.

It's not that he doesn't want to become a husband and wife with Shen Mengxin, but after becoming a husband and wife, he will definitely have to be a father!

He's only eighteen years old this year, and he's been a father so early. When you reach your thirties, won't you be able to be a grandfather?

After Yang Xiaoyu washed, he took the maidservant girl with some jewels and jadeite and went to Shen Mengxin's yard.

Although the Shen family's power in the capital is average, Shen has always been the first assistant for most of his life, and his protégés are all over the world, and Yang Xiaoyu is not good at not giving face to the Shen family, if the Shen family is dissatisfied with the marriage. He had eight mouths all over his body, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Come to the east yard!

Shen Mengxin's maidservant stopped Yang Xiaoyu: "Miss ordered, she is very tired today." I don't want to see anyone, uncle, please go back! ”

Yang Xiaoyu knew that this maid's name was Xiaomei, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long slim body, a delicate body, and bright eyes. A veritable Jiangnan small jasper.

She is Shen Mengxin's dowry girl, and according to the rules, the maidservant who accompanied the young lady to marry is his concubine.

"Since your young lady is tired, Young Master Ben won't go in and bother!"

Yang Xiaoyu smiled lightly. Let the maidservant hand the jewelry and jade to Xiaomei.

Xiaomei didn't think much about it, and took over a plate of jewelry and jade.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoyu took advantage of this kung fu to push open the door, strode in, and then closed the door, angry Xiaomei stood outside trembling, gritting her teeth with a face.

in the room.

Shen Mengxin changed into a long white dress, her hairpin was high, and she didn't apply a little powder on her face, the whole person was fresh and bright, elegant and quiet.

She sat on the edge of the couch, two lines of tears in her autumn-like eyes, and her expression was sad and indescribably desolate.

Yang Xiaoyu still looked at Shen Mengxin so closely, when they first met, he didn't know Shen Mengxin, and later Zhu Ningmeng told him that he knew that the woman in the green dress was Shen Mengxin.

I remember that Shen Mengxin was very surprised by him at the beginning, and she was a little shy, she was the one who spoke to him most gently among the three women he met in Shen Mansion.

"Madame, are you angry?" Yang Xiaoyu came to the table cheekily and said with a hippie smile.

"I've seen my husband!" Shen Mengxin wiped away her tears with a silk handkerchief, got up and saluted Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiaoyu has more appreciation in her eyes, she is not the daughter of the family, she is knowledgeable, if a woman encounters this kind of thing, it is estimated that she will either scold her, or pack up her burden and go back to her parents' house, few women can endure their grievances and be as virtuous as her.

"Madam, I'm not in good health, don't think about it, it's not that I'm unwilling, but I'm not in good health!" Yang Xiaoyu thought of a way to stabilize Shen Mengxin temporarily, and squeaked.

Shen Mengxin was suddenly stunned, how could this be possible?

She knew when she was very young that she was going to marry Yang Xiaoyu as his wife, and her mother told her that Yang Xiaoyu had a prominent family background, a talent, and outstanding literary talent, and was a well-deserved son.

She began to make a wish at the age of eight, hoping that one day she would marry Yang Xiaoyu in a sedan chair, and since then her husband has been singing and living a quiet life.

However, it backfired!

Eight years old to eighteen years old, ten years of long days, she did not wait for the sedan chair, the wedding ceremony was canceled, only a few simple etiquette.

These she can not care about the hole, however. On the night of the candles, her husband ignored her all night.

Isn't she even as good as a concubine?

At this time, hearing Yang Xiaoyu's words, Shen Mengxin was shocked, his husband was unexpectedly unavoidable. Affair? (To be continued......)