On the eighth day of August, this is the most sensational moment in the capital this year, the people of the whole city put up lanterns, and the atmosphere is like the New Year.

But people who came to the capital inquired and learned that this was the time of the wedding of the county lord of King Yu's mansion.

This prosperous wedding was organized by the emperor, the prince, and even the queen mother.

The lord of the county seemed to have become the noblest person in the whole world, and even the princess could not compare with her.

On the day of the wedding, anyone who saw this meeting was shocked and envious for no reason.

The children, adults and the elderly of ordinary people's families all got up early to see the county lord's welcoming procession.

By noon, the streets were already crowded.

They crowded all over the street, looking in the direction of the palace gate, waiting for the arrival of the welcoming procession.

And Yu Jinghuan, who was dressed like fire in the palace, also said goodbye to the Queen Mother surrounded by everyone.

The Queen Mother put the hijab on Yu Jinghuan's head.

Through a layer of red cloth, Yu Jinghuan was in a trance.

She's getting married.

When she walked out of the city gate on the sedan chair, the cheers of the crowd made her believe that she was going to get married.

She had never thought about what kind of person her husband was, but at this time she only had infinite joy in her heart.

The wound on his shoulder has also healed.

Everything looks so vibrant, and the appearance of the welcoming team makes the people even more excited.

Supporting Yu Jinghuan's convoy, even the carriages were counted in total, and there were more than thirty.

Yu Jinghuan sat in the sedan chair at the front, and the welcoming team behind her carried hundreds of boxes of dowries.

At the back of the line, there are suona blowers, wearing red fire, and flower girls, scattering flower petals at the end of the line.

Everything looks like what all girls fantasize about.

In the tall building next to the welcome party, all the girls to be married opened their windows and sighed.

is such a huge and romantic scene, there is no girl who is not envious and excited in her eyes.

fantasizing about what his future husband will be.

Although the momentum of the county lord's side was obviously suppressed, He Zheng's side was even more amazing to the people.

Everyone just thought that he was an ordinary ordinary person, just doing some business, but they didn't expect the other party's bride price to be even more amazing.

The same number of carriages as Yu Jinghuan, as well as a heavy bride price, amounted to more than 100 boxes.

The groom was even more heroic, he was dressed in red silk and rode a priceless sweaty horse.

This does not lose the momentum and majesty of any prince.

The teams on both sides collided, and the matchmaker said with a smile: "Please ask the groom to dismount to welcome the bride." ”

He Zheng walked to the sedan chair with a handsome landing and kicked the door of the sedan chair three times according to the rules.

Then he opened the curtain of the carriage where Yu Jinghuan was.

Originally, he was supposed to lead Yu Jinghuan's sedan chair, and then ride a horse with him to the house, but he didn't stretch out his hand.

Under everyone's expectation and attention, he hugged Yu Jinghuan and gently and tenderly moved her out of the sedan chair.

Yu Jinghuan was also a little surprised, the rules inside were not written like this.

Before she could react, she heard He Zheng's voice suddenly come from her ear and say, "Madam, I'm here for my husband." ”

Suddenly, she swallowed everything as if she had been electrocuted.

Even his brain was a little unbright, so he was held in He Zheng's arms like a chicken.

The people around him let out a cry of envy.

The matchmaker is naturally smiling, and even she, an old woman who has lived for decades, is very moved.

The welcoming team came all the way to He Zheng's house, and everyone was shocked to realize that such a luxurious house in the capital turned out to be the territory of the groom's official.

This house is a big scary.

The inside is also decorated with lanterns.

Ordinary people have followed to the front of the house, and at the door of the house, there are red envelopes specially prepared by He Zheng for the wedding, and anyone who can come to see can receive a small piece of good luck.

He Zheng got off the horse with Yu Jinghuan in his arms, and the first step in entering the door was to cross the brazier.

Before Yu Jinghuan could go down, He Zheng jumped over the brazier with her in his arms.

Naturally, the matchmaker didn't say anything, and then they came to the lobby.

Because He Zheng has no father and no mother, the public family was ordered by the emperor in the court, and He Zheng was accepted as a godson general, and his mother's family was the prince. After three prostrations, the ceremony was completed.

The general is very optimistic about this godson, after all, it is not easy to marry the county lord.

The prince was in tears after becoming here, and he was naturally a big man who would not cry in front of everyone, so he ran out of a small corner with his sleeves covered.

He Zheng also had to toast the guests who came, so the matchmaker took Yu Jinghuan to the wedding room.

The matchmaker went in and found that the wedding room was extremely luxurious, and sighed that the groom was not simple, and it seemed that he was in love with the county lord.

From this point of view, it is not a pity for the county lord to marry like this, she may be the happiest person in the capital.

The matchmaker took Yu Jinghuan to sit on the bed, and at the end of the day, Yu Jinghuan felt like her neck was about to break.

She wanted to reach out and rub her neck, but was stopped by the matchmaker, who was very gentle and happy in her words.

"County Lord, there is a rule that you can't touch the red hijab, if you are tired, hold on for a while."

The red hijab must be picked up by the groom's officer, and Yu Jinghuan also knows it.

She nodded, the red hijab trembled slightly, and the matchmaker hurriedly covered the hijab.

Then he picked out a big and round apple from the fruit bowl next to him, stuffed it into Yu Jinghuan's hand and said, "You have to take it, the groom can only eat it after removing the hijab." ”

The matchmaker looked at it and ordered the people to bring a lot of longan, peanuts, melon seeds, and lotus seeds in the fruit bowl.

The matchmaker spread these sprinkles on the marriage bed.

"This bed is the first time the old slave has seen such a delicate and beautiful, wonderful, wonderful."

The matchmaker saw the Lotus on the sheets, and her face smiled even more round.

She looked at Yu Jinghuan and said, "County Lord, you are a blessed man, you just sit here and wait for the groom to come and lift your head." ”

She patted Yu Jinghuan's hand, and continued: "The old slave is outside, you can just call me if there is anything." ”

Yu Jinghuan hummed softly, pinching the plump apple in her hand.

Yu Jinghuan was followed by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the two of them also stood outside the room together.

Seeing that the matchmaker came out, she hurriedly stuffed a bunch of bounty money.

The matchmaker smiled and touched the bulging bag, stuffed the money bag in her arms, and took out something and said, "You can take this, this is my gift to the county lord." ”

Qin Qi took it, and it turned out to be a small picture album.

When I opened it, I quickly stuffed it into my sleeve again, and my face was flushed with shame.

"You have to remember, you must give it to the county lord, this is an old slave who has never studied all his life, and he has children and daughters, and he is in the middle of this."

The matchmaker said earnestly as she held the hand of the qin and chess, with pride and complacency on her face.

Qin Qi's face was flushed, and he was almost angry, nodding and not daring to look at the matchmaker.