On the thirteenth day of the first month, the sky was bright, and the convoy escorting Princess Anping's marriage had gathered on the Tianhe Palace Square, and the emperor Long Yelin personally presided over the ceremony of sacrificing heaven and earth and comforting the ancestors. Hu Xiaotian watched Long Yelin chanting words on the altar from afar, and secretly laughed in his heart, how can you ask for the stability of the country and the peace of Dakang casually? Although Long Yelin successfully usurped the throne, he has not been able to hold the imperial power in his hands so far, and at this time, what he prayed in his heart was that he might get rid of Ji Feihua as soon as possible, and then be free from the influence of others, and become a real son of heaven.

Empress Jian held the hand of Princess Anping Long Xiyue and kept talking, and burst into tears when she talked about emotion. On the surface, it is difficult to give up, but in fact, it is all about acting for others to see, the sister-in-law is married, and she will not be sad as a sister-in-law, not to mention that Princess Anping's marriage is also to stabilize the northern territory of Dakang, not to mention sending her to her relatives, even if she is sent to death, as long as the peace of Dakang can be guaranteed, it is worth it if the war between the two countries is not prosperous in the short term. What Empress Jian really cares about is whether her son can become the crown prince, judging from the signs in front of him, the emperor's preference is the third prince Long Tingzhen, plus the three princes are good at encircling the ministers, and the supporters behind him far exceed his son, if he doesn't come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible, I'm afraid that the position of the prince will fall into his hands.

Hu Xiaotian found that the little princess Qiqi did not come, and sighed in his heart that this girl still had no conscience after all, it was difficult for Princess Anping to take such good care of her on weekdays, and she didn't show her face at such an important moment when Long Xiyue got married today. Thinking about Qiqi's moody appearance on weekdays, she is also revenge on herself three times and twice, and it is not unusual for anything to happen to her.

Most of the other princes and grandsons came to see each other, including the eldest prince Long Tingsheng and the third prince Long Tingzhen.

Long Tingsheng had been standing by his mother's side, and when he heard his mother babbling endlessly, he seemed to be a little impatient. Seeing that Hu Xiaotian was not far away, he walked over slowly and said to Hu Xiaotian: "Hu Xiaotian." ”

Hu Xiaotian hurriedly bowed and saluted, "What does His Royal Highness the Prince command?" ”

Long Tingsheng said: "This trip to Dayong Mountain is high and long, the north is bitter cold, and the journey is difficult, you are the deputy marriage envoy this time." I must take the responsibility of taking care of my imperial aunt, I must take good care of her, and send her to Yongdu safely. ”

Hu Xiaotian said: "Your Highness, rest assured, Xiaotian will go all out and never let the princess suffer the slightest grievance." ”

Not far away, the third prince Long Tingzhen patted Wen Boyuan's shoulder, Wen Boyuan had distinct armor, a tiger-backed wolf demon, a burly figure, and a handsome appearance. Coupled with this majestic dress, standing there majestic, with a majestic and majestic atmosphere, attracted the side eyes of many palace maids, and he was definitely a genuine beautiful man.

Long Tingzhen said: "General Wen, my aunt's safety along the way will be handed over to you, take care of your subordinates, if anyone dares to be disrespectful to my aunt." Don't let go! When he said this, his eyes deliberately looked at Hu Xiaotian.

"Yes!"

Hu Xiaotian scolded in his heart, what do you think Lao Tzu did? Lao Tzu is also a deputy marriage envoy. Wen Boyuan is at the same level as Lao Tzu at most, when did I become his subordinate? will not be spared, Mary next door, who will kill who still doesn't know. Thinking of the task given to him by Ji Feihua, there was really some pressure in his heart.

Wen Boyuan hugged his fists, and walked to the front of Wu Jingshan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites. Respectfully: "Lord Wu, it's time to go." ”

Wu Jingshan was the marriage envoy this time, and he stroked his beard under his chin and said, "Okay, I'll go to the emperor." ”

Wen Boyuan passed by Hu Xiaotian when he went back, and he didn't pay attention to him. Hu Xiaotian has felt this person's hostility towards him from the beginning, to say that Hu Xiaotian also put on a new dress today, but this product is dressed in a eunuch suit, people want clothes, Buddha wants gold clothes, of course, it can't be compared with Wen Boyuan's majestic armor, Hu Xiaotian is obviously compared with him in terms of momentum.

After Long Yelin got Wu Jingshan's kick-off, when he gave the order to set off, another team of people to see him off was late. It was Ji Feihua, the internal official and supervisor of the internal government, who was wearing a red palace robe, covered with a purple cloak, his skin was better than snow, and his eyebrows were picturesque. came to the front of Princess Anping's car, and said respectfully: "The slave sends Her Royal Highness the princess." ”

Princess Anping said softly: "There is Father-in-law Lao Ji." She didn't have any affection for the eunuch who was plotting to usurp her father's throne.

Ji Feihua came here just as a formality, and he didn't say much, and came to Hu Xiaotian.

Hu Xiaotian hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Lord Admiral!" ”

Ji Feihua nodded, stretched out his hand, and behind him Li Yan handed him a long knife. Ji Feihua took the long knife, held the scabbard with one hand, held the handle with the other, and slowly pulled out the long knife, the blade was dark, although it did not reveal too much edge, but the blade was sharp and thin, sharpening iron like clay. Hu Xiaotian recognized this knife, which was the one he and Ji Feihua snatched from the Flying Wing Warrior when they were assassinated when they went to Yanshui Pavilion to return to the palace for a banquet.

Ji Feihua said: "You go to Dayong on the long way, I don't know how many dangers on this road, how can there be a lack of self-defense weapons around you, this knife is what you grabbed from the killer, the miscellaneous family has been keeping it for you, and let the craftsmen of the Tiangong Workshop make a scabbard with shark skin, you take this knife to Dayong, if someone dares to disrespect the princess on the way, you can cut it first!" As soon as Ji Feihua said this, everyone was shocked.

How arrogant was this eunuch, he actually said in front of the emperor that he would cut first and then play, when he gave Hu Xiaotian Shang Fang's sword? Where did he put his ministers? Where did he put the emperor?

Hu Xiaotian took the long knife, and he was also extremely embarrassed in his heart, so that everyone knew that he was Ji Feihua's person. The emperor must also regard him as Ji Feihua's comrade, if Ji Feihua loses power, won't he also be affected.

Ji Feihua said: "You don't have to worry, if anything happens, there will be miscellaneous families to take care of you." His eyes looked at the emperor Long Yelin not far away: "The emperor will also call the shots for you!" ”

The muscles at the corners of Long Yelin's lips twitched suddenly, and a murderous intent in his eyes was irrepressibly revealed.

Ji Feihua walked slowly towards Long Yelin, looking at him quietly, Long Yelin felt a panic in his heart for no reason under his forced gaze, in front of the ministers, he must not give in, but the murderous aura in his eyes disappeared invisibly.

The corners of Ji Feihua's lips showed a smile that charmed all beings: "Your Majesty, have you ever heard the words of the slave?" ”

Long Yelin couldn't wait to rush up and cut off Ji Feihua's head with a knife, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched his fists hard, and his voice was dry: "Okay...... Well said......"

"Gunshot!" In the sound of the salute, the team slowly walked out of the palace gate, at the noon gate, Wen Boyuan's carefully selected five hundred soldiers were already waiting in line, in addition to the thirty masters he brought from the Shence Mansion, including Zhan Peng, who had been incorporated into the wild goose group, these five hundred and thirty people were responsible for the security guards along the way. In addition, there are 20 palace people who accompanied Princess Anping to Dayong, and 30 miscellaneous people who accompanied Wu Jingshan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, including Wu Jingshan's ten generals. The men rode in thirty-two carriages. Princess Anping's marriage was a sensational event in the whole country, and the dowry was indispensable, and the dowry alone and the grain and grass needed on the way filled forty-six mule carts, and the horsemen who drove the horses totaled one hundred and twenty people.

Hu Xiaotian arranged for Zhou Mo to be involved in advance, and the task of taking care of the carriages and horses along the way was taken care of by the two sons of Tang Wenzheng, the eldest son Tang Tiehan and the third son Tang Tiexin. These two people and Hu Xiaotian had a festival in the past, but with Hu Xiaotian's status today, the two did not dare to openly challenge him, and deliberately chose to avoid it, and they were safe for the time being.

Wen Boyuan led a team of 500 soldiers to escort out of Chongxing Gate, and when he passed through Tianjie, the sky was still not bright. Long Xiyue lifted the curtain, looked out of the car, saw a small building, couldn't help but think of the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Hu Xiaotian took her to the roof of the small building to watch the fireworks at the moment, the fireworks are so beautiful, but so short, maybe her youth, her dream will be buried forever in this land under her feet from today on.

The horse's hooves kept clattering, and a figure covered her vision, waking her up from the memories of the past, but it was Hu Xiaotian who rode on his big ears and little gray back to the car, the two looked at each other, Hu Xiaotian showed his familiar smile, no harm to people and animals, like the sunshine instantly drove away the haze and sorrow in Long Xiyue's heart, she suddenly thought that it was not yet time to be sad, at least now Hu Xiaotian is still by her side.

Long Xiyue lowered the curtain of the car, and the purple juan beside her said abruptly: "Princess, will we come back in the future?" As Long Xiyue's personal palace maid, she will also stay in Dayong with Long Xiyue this time, although her heart was full of novelty when she first knew the news, but when it came to the moment of leaving, she still couldn't avoid melancholy in her heart.

Long Xiyue pursed her lips and didn't answer her, because she didn't know the answer either.

The choice to leave so early was to avoid attracting onlookers, but such a huge convoy still attracted the attention of many people. The emperor's daughter is not worried about getting married, and the people have long been numb to the royal marriage, so what does the royal affairs have to do with the common people? Looking at the carload of dowry, the common people only have envy, if it is exchanged for food, it must be enough for our family to eat for a few lifetimes, right? Most people have such a sigh in their hearts. Why are they all lives in this world, but their fates are very different? When the people envied the magnificent battle of the royal marrying daughter, they didn't know that Princess Anping was also silently yearning for the freedom of the people in her heart.

When passing through the Yongxing Bridge, the team in front suddenly slowed down, but there were many kneeling on both sides of the road called Huazi, holding high in their hands to ask for rice bowls and begging for money. (To be continued......)