Time flies, and I see that there are only two days left before Liu Wei's wedding.

On the streets of Luoyang City, a young man led a yellow horse and was slowly walking along the street.

The boy looked like he was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was carrying a long strip of blue silk wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside.

On the back of the horse he was leading, there was also this big cloth bag.

The bag was so thick that it was impossible to see what was inside.

The young man's stature is not very high, but his appearance is very handsome, and on his slightly melon-shaped face, even a beard is not born, and the whole face looks very clean. In particular, his skin is smooth and fair, and it is even more delicate than that of ordinary women.

Leading the horse along the street slowly, the young man's eyes kept wandering the shops on both sides of the road, and his eyes were full of curiosity to look at the hustle and bustle of the former capital.

Even if it was not during Liu Wei's wedding, Luoyang City would welcome many businessmen and scholars sent to other places every day, and the appearance of the teenager did not make the people walking back and forth on the streets feel a little unusual.

Unhurriedly marched along the street, and after a while, the young man actually embarked on the road to the Luoyang Palace.

In front of the main gate of the magnificent Luoyang Palace, dozens of lanterns made of red silk hung side by side, but because it was daytime, the lanterns were not lit.

Although there are no lit lanterns, there is a little less brilliant brilliance, but they are hung in a row in front of the main entrance of the palace, and the red silk is dotted with red walls and green tiles.

Passing in front of the main gate of the palace, he turned his head to look at the gate of the palace, the young man lowered his eyelids, and his steps sped up a little.

After passing through the palace and walking more than a hundred steps, the young man finally stopped at the corner of the street.

Standing at the corner of the street, the young man turned his head again to look at the palace, and then took out a small bag from his horse, and sat down in a corner by the roadside.

From the baggage, the boy pulled out a piece of bacon that had been dried.

Holding the bacon to his mouth, he nibbled one bite at a time, but the young man's eyes did not take his eyes off the main entrance of the palace that had been thrown behind him for a moment.

In the front yard of the Luoyang Palace, Diao Chan, who would come to the palace every day to talk to Guan Qing and others, had just left Guan Qing's dormitory, and was leading two maids to her carriage.

Unlike many carriages, Diao's carriage is not painted in black ink, but in bright red.

The red carriage is not decorated at all, making the carriage look hot and simple.

After getting into the carriage, the two maids who accompanied her to the palace walked on both sides of the carriage, one left and one right, while the four guards of Lu Bu's mansion pressed the hilt of their swords and followed closely behind the carriage.

The wheels made a soft sound of "squeak" wooden wheels, and the carriage slowly walked out of the gate of the palace and headed in the direction where Lu Bu's mansion was.

The young man who was holding the dried meat in his hand and was gnawing saw a big red box from a distance