Perhaps because the emperor was a little dissatisfied with this marriage, the wedding of Prince Yu was done in an extremely hasty manner. The Qintian Supervisor was standing tremblingly in the imperial study with a star scroll, the emperor sitting on the top looked inexplicable, and Prince Yu Fengyu was sitting on the emperor's right hand, staring at the prisoner who was standing bowed down with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth. The atmosphere was almost frozen, and the depression in the air seemed to have turned into substance and pressed on Jian Zheng's back, Jian Zheng wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead with the wide sleeves of his robe, and forced his spirit to report the good days and auspicious days that had been measured in the past few days to the two big men who could determine life and death in Dawei.

"Return to the Holy One, Lord Wang. Now that it has entered the lunar month, the auspicious days in the future will be the tenth day of the third month of spring and the nineteenth day of June, and the fourth day of the eighth month and the twenty-third day of October will also be a good day. ”

"Brother Huang, you..." The emperor stopped talking, but finally closed his mouth, sat down with a gloomy face, and said in a voice that almost gritted his back molars and squeezed out of his teeth, "Yes, then March... The tenth day of the first month! ”

Jian Zheng secretly raised his eyes to look at the two people sitting above, Yu Wang Ye still looked careless, and the emperor looked gloomy, as if this was not an auspicious date for Yu Wang Ye, but the emperor was forced to marry a woman he was not interested in. I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the emperor's eyes are strange when he looks at the prince, and the atmosphere in the imperial study seems to be more serious than just now.

"Huh?" Xu was silent for a long time, and the emperor finally turned his gaze to him, and snorted a question full of dissatisfaction from his nostrils. Jian Zheng almost met the emperor's eyes, he trembled, the astrolabe in his hand almost fell to the ground, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes and lowered his head in response to "No", kowtowed and knelt on the ground and waited, but did not move for a long time.

The emperor looked at him upset, raised his hand and raised the inkstone on the table and smashed it on the ground in front of the prison: "What are you kneeling here?" Why don't you go and discuss the big wedding with the people in the Ministry of Rites? ”

Jian Zheng moved his body with an aggrieved face, as if he had something to say, but he didn't dare to speak out because of the emperor's anger, and his aggrieved appearance was funny.

The emperor looked at such a person and suddenly came out again, he hated it most in his life that someone grinding and chirping made people unhappy, and he was about to pick up the ink jade brush at hand and give it to the prisoner to come up to the head of the prisoner, and Li Fuquan next to him pulled the corner of the emperor's clothes with an unbearable expression. The emperor turned his head angrily, and Li Fuquan opened his mouth to make a "holy decree" mouth. The emperor patted his head, confused, and forgot that when the royal family and clan relatives were to be mobilized to jointly organize the wedding of the Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites, according to the custom, they would give the Qintian Supervisor a holy decree after the auspicious day was selected, and the supervisor would convey it and then hand over the affairs to the first department of this prison for unified supervision.

Before the decree is given, the date of the marriage cannot be counted. The emperor seemed to have repaid the last glimmer of hope, and looked directly at Feng Yu: "Brother Huang, have you decided?" ”

The things in his eyes were a little complicated, Feng Yu didn't want to delve into it, closed his eyes and said "um", sat on the chair for a long time without moving, closed his eyes perfectly avoided the emperor's prying eyes, and missed the light that suddenly disappeared under the emperor's eyes.

In early March, the news of the wedding of the ten Wei Zhanshen Yu Wangye spread all over the streets and alleys of Luoyang City like wings, and the wedding date was set in a hurry, and the eldest lady of the Su family has not yet married, and the second young lady is about to leave the cabinet. The Su family has no complaints, think about it, Prince Yu is the patron saint in the hearts of the entire Great Wei people, and it is already very difficult for people to marry him as the second daughter of a third-grade official family as a concubine.

The auspicious dress is the Ministry of Rites selected Luoyang's best craftsmanship of the ten embroidery girls to rush out, the red robe with gold and silver thread embroidered with wings of the phoenix and the delicate peony. One of the embroidery girls who was requisitioned to rush to work was from the Ming family, and after the completion of the Jifu and the delivery of the Shangshu Mansion, Mingzhu has been listening to the embroidery of the Jifu praise how gorgeous the embroidery is, and how particular the selection of materials is.

"At the beginning, we used the golden silkworm brocade of the southern Xinjiang tribute, and the grandmother who came to supervise the work of the Yuwang Mansion touched it so much and picked out seven or eight faults, and then we changed seven or eight kinds of materials, and finally the embroidery girl from Xiangxi dismantled three kinds of materials and re-woven the materials before it was finished.

"I heard that five or six of those embroidery girls were personally found by Prince Yu, this Miss Su Er is really a blessing," the embroidery girl fiddled with the embroidery in her hand with her hands and feet, and a cluster of red plum blossoms bloomed on the silk handkerchief between the embroidery needles flying up and down, and the embroidery girl stopped the work in her hand and took the reamer to cut the thread, "Come, the eldest lady is still satisfied with this trick?" The embroidery lady mouthed at Sipanu, and Mingzhu took the veil with a smile.

"Aunt Hong's craftsmanship is still so wonderful." Mingzhu had a sweet smile on her face, "If only I could have half of Aunt Hong's skill," she tilted her head and looked down at the handkerchief in her hand, as if she was thinking about something, but as if she hadn't thought of anything.

In a blink of an eye, it is the tenth day of the first month of March, and Luoyang City has been extremely lively since early morning. Early risers were surprised to find that the entire main street of Luoyang City was covered with begonias of various colors overnight. This is naturally the handwriting of Prince Yu, the 7749 people of King Yu's secret guard camp planted flowers and planted flowers overnight to vomit, it is said that Princess Yu loves begonias very much, and the people in Luoyang City praised King Yu for his deep affection, and even King Yu himself was about to believe it.

The sedan chair trembled and walked through the streets and alleys of Luoyang City, and the copper coins were scattered all the way. Su Qi, the second lady sitting in the sedan chair, listened to the noisy sound of Daoxi outside, and her face gradually became red, reflecting the fiery red wedding dress, which looked particularly delicate and moving. However, this appearance of Yu Wangye, who was riding a tall horse and walking in front, could not be seen, and others could not see it, only the only thing that could be seen was sitting on the third floor of Yulin Pavilion near the window, biting the sugar melon, watching the lively pearl, and Li Jiong, who was sitting next to her and eating happily with hibiscus cake in his mouth. The inhuman perspective ability allowed them to see all of Miss Suer's every move almost without omission. Li Wei felt bored, glanced a few times and then looked away, and continued to struggle with the hibiscus cake in front of him, but Mingzhu watched it with relish. The little girl's eyes were shining, and the sugar melon stuffed her mouth bulging, like a little hamster with its cheeks full of grain, and muttered indistinctly: "It turns out that this is the marriage of the official family." ”

Li Wei smiled and patted the little girl's head: "Does the little girl also want to get married?" Want to be a bride? ”

Mingzhu turned his head to look at him, but he didn't answer him directly, the sound of "crunching" sounded in his mouth, Mingzhu chewed the sugar melon in his mouth and swallowed it, squinted and smiled, and pointed his finger at the long line of greetings: "Look, how beautiful she is." ”

Li Wei looked at it, the team was marching, and the person Mingzhu pointed to was Yu Wangye, who was walking in the front, he licked his tongue, and the hibiscus cake in his hand suddenly became unfragrant.

Feng Yu, who greeted his relatives, looked up with a feeling, and saw the back of Mingzhu sitting down with the window closed, and a piece of aqua blue clothes disappeared behind the window, as if it was an illusion.