The second flower festival in February is the wedding day of Princess Guanghua and Fengtian General Zhu Jiming.

The royal capital is full of lights and is very lively, Princess Guanghua bid farewell to her father and mother in Hanyuan Palace, and slowly stepped on the sedan chair surrounded by the palace people; The emperor gave Princess Guanghua a token, allowed Princess Guanghua to enter and leave the palace at will, and instructed her to come back often to visit her mother, Mrs. Yan.

Except for Xie Jun, the eldest son of the emperor who led the troops to fight against the southwestern border country, the rest of the princes and princesses all attended the banquet of Princess Guanghua in Chaofengtai.

Princess Guanghua's ceremonial driver paraded along East Street to the General's Mansion, and the people along the way watched and praised the royal spirit.

Xuan Jinhuan and Yi Yu watched the excitement in the promenade outside the Suzaku Gate; Although he didn't see Princess Guanghua's true face, Xuan Jinhuan heard Xie Lan say that his eldest sister was the most dignified and gentle. However, Princess Guanghua's biological mother, Mrs. Yan, is just an ordinary appearance, and the princess is not stunning.

"Among Princess Guanghua's dowry palace people, two of them were arranged by us in the Internal Affairs Bureau." When Yi Yu first received the news, he looked very unhappy, "Princess Guanghua is not only married into the General's Mansion, but also General Zhu's daughter-in-law, we shouldn't interfere." It's just a pity that those nails will be useless in the future. ”

"Not necessarily. The world is impermanent, and no one can say for sure what will happen in the future. Xuan Jinhuan stared intently at Princess Guanghua's distant wedding guard, with a thoughtful look, "Sister Yiyu, this Princess Guanghua is the eldest daughter of Emperor Chengji, and she is also the first princess to marry in this dynasty." ”

Yi Yu nodded: "Princess Guanghua Xie Zexi is the daughter of Emperor Chengji or the Marquis of Ningyuan and the Yan family. ”

Xuan Jinhuan remembered that the Mrs. Yan in the palace should be the maternal cousin of Emperor Chengji, but for some reason, she became her cousin's concubine at that time, and gave birth to a son and a daughter before Princess Yixing, the wife of the Marquis of Ningyuan at that time.

There are many rights and wrongs in the previous dynasties, and there are unusual weirdness everywhere.

I don't know what I suddenly remembered, Xuan Jinhuan asked Yi Yu casually: "We were not born in the previous dynasty, I don't know if the former Princess Yijia and Princess Yixing were so grand when they got married." Although she was questioning, her tone was light.

Yi Yu chuckled: "The marriage of a daughter in the heavenly family has always been unusual. What's more, in the past, the people married by Her Royal Highness the two eldest princesses were both high-ranking and powerful, so they were naturally different. ”

"How can we know so clearly about the affairs of the previous dynasty." Xuan Jinhuan sighed.

"Miss Jinhuan, don't worry, there are some things that are almost traced." Yi Yu spoke.

"I'm not worried about the Second Highness's affairs, but there is another thing for me to worry about." Xuan Jinhuan frowned, then turned back to Yi Yu and said, "Sister Yi Yu, you can arrange one thing for me." Today is General Zhu's big day, and he shouldn't be bothered; However, the good news in the southwest is spreading, and the eldest son of the emperor will return to the court in a few days, and I am afraid that our plan will not be able to catch up with the changes. ”

Now that the emperor's eldest son, Xie Jun, has made military achievements, it is inevitable to be crowned a king, but I am afraid that with the means of the Yan family, it is more than that.

According to the news from the people who were installed in the Zhenguo Mansion by Yunyan Pavilion, the Zhenguo Gong would hope that the emperor would re-establish the empress on the grounds that the first empress had been dead for many years and the harem could not be left without an owner for a day. However, there is another courtier in the court who was a former minister of the Xuan family, and they hope to maintain the current situation to ensure that the second prince Xie Lan is the only concubine.

If this situation can be maintained all the time, Xuan Jinhuan is also very satisfied, but now it seems that some people can't wait.

However, she is very sure that the queen candidate that Emperor Cheng Ji likes is not Mrs. Yan, who has been in charge of the harem for more than ten years, otherwise she will not let Mrs. Yan always hold the palace seal as a partial concubine; After all, Mrs. Yan is also from a big family, and she gave birth to a son and a daughter for the emperor, and she is also a well-known virtuous concubine in the palace, and she is qualified to become a successor.

As the world knows, Emperor Chengji's favorite is Mrs. Chu, who was born in the Chu family, but Mrs. Chu, who is also from a good background, does not seem to be Emperor Chengji's favorite queen candidate.

Since Zhen Guogong wants to let Mrs. Yan be in the middle palace, then Xuan Jinhuan doesn't mind adding another fire.

It's just that it is unknown whether this fire will burn on other people again.

Xuan Jinhuan is not a person in the court, so he naturally hopes that the bigger this fire burns, the better it will be for them.

At sunset, the annual lively and grand parade of the god of flowers is held on the Xunjiang River outside the city, the float is surrounded by layers of flowers, and in the float sits a young woman, dressed in a plain white dress, wearing a veil, and the veil is embroidered with red plums.

When the people around saw it, they all called Wanfang Niangzi.

It is said that the Wanfang lady in the flower god parade on the flower dynasty festival is a girl who grew up in the flower temple; Every year, the Flower Temple will send the most beautiful girl in the temple to become the lady of Wanfang.

Listening to the people around him, Xuan Jinhuan asked Yi Yu: "This flower temple is really a magical place, and the women in the temple can't become biological children, where did they come from so many beautiful girls?" ”

Yi Yu chuckled lightly and said, "It's just some orphan girls who have no father or mother, and they were adopted and raised by the Flower Temple since childhood. ”

Xuan Jinhuan was surprised, but heard Yi Yu say again: "But I heard that this year's Wanfang lady is very unusual; People who have seen her say that although several Wanfang ladies in the past few years are also called beautiful, they are ashamed of themselves compared to her. ”

It sounds like this, and the girl on the float is really good.

"I have heard before that Mrs. Chu, who favors the harem, can be called peerless, I don't know how it compares with this Wanfang lady?" Xuan Jinhuan seemed to be smiling, as if he was watching a good show.

"Mrs. Chu is pouring out all beings, but only Emperor Chengji can appreciate it; This Wanfang lady can be called a peerless appearance. is a beauty, but it also has its own merits. The rumor only whispered.

Xuan Jinhuan looked up at the Wanfang lady, although she didn't see her true face, but her eyes were clear and tactful, bright and moving.

It's just such a wonderful person, but she is a girl from the Flower Temple, which is really a pity.

As they were talking, the floats were crowded towards this side, and when they saw the Wanfang lady standing up and spreading her hands, it was a sky full of fragrant flowers falling from the sky, flying down, fragrant and sweet.

This is the most brilliant scene in the parade of the god of flowers, which has attracted countless cheers.

Xuan Jinhuan stretched out his hand to catch a fallen flower, sniffed it gently, and smiled happily; It's just that the next moment, her smile froze on her face, and the fallen flowers on her fingertips also fell with the wind, scattered.

At that moment, she felt that the jade under her clothes was suddenly hot, and it was still burning through the clothes