Gongs and drums burst, firecrackers roared in unison, and ten miles of red makeup in Huai'an City were so lively.

Emperor Wei gave a marriage and married the daughter of Prime Minister Shen to Major General Meng, and the dowry entered the Meng Mansion, and the Shen Mansion was still being carried out, and the box wrapped in red silk was like a burning glow in the sky, rendering a red color.

On the side of the streets and alleys, in the attic, the people are carrying their families and looking desperately, such a big pomp, the onlookers are all envious and yearning, and they are amazed.

The big red sedan chair with eight lifts settled steadily outside the door of Mengfu, Shen Zhihe sat upright in the sedan chair, the red gold peony and red Xipa covered her vision, and the slender fingers hidden under the sleeves grabbed the red sleeves out of the folds, and the suona sound on the side was loud, Shen Zhihe vaguely only heard that the embroidered curtain was opened, and the bride carried her off the sedan chair and stood at the gate of the house.

The congratulatory voices came and went, and as soon as Shen Zhihe's feet touched the ground, he was handed over to a pair of unfamiliar hands, she was suffocated in her breath, lowered her eyes, and stared at the ground.

"Bow down, newcomer stepping on the brazier—"

The hands held her, led her up the steps, crossed the threshold of the house, crossed the red coal-fire, and crossed the long path into the hall, where a pair of beautiful people were surrounded and stood still.

Shen Zhihe grabbed her sleeve tightly, the peony under her eyes was so gorgeous and luxurious, she bit her lower lip, but a soft sentence floated into her ear: "Don't panic." ”

Shen Zhihe froze for a moment, and her low and cold voice lowered her voice, only the two of them heard it, and she only felt that the hand she was holding was pulled tighter.

Before she could think about it, Xi Niang had already opened her mouth and shouted:

"Worship heaven and earth, mountains and rivers forever——"

Shen Zhihe bowed and bowed.

"Two worship the high hall, pay tribute to the ancestors-"

The knee touched the ground and felt cold.

"Husband and wife worship each other, Qin Se and Ming—"

The back of her head shook and stirred up crispness, and the wind half blew up the Xipa covered by Shen Zhihe's head, and for a moment, she raised her eyes and saw the slightly curved corners of the mouth of the person in front of her.

It's an illusion, this red satin connection should never be two hearts that are printed together, but two people who were forcibly tied together by Minghuang's will.

Each has a ghost.

Shen Zhihe settled down, let Xi Niang help him stand up, pulled away the wrapped soft wattle, and was sent to the main room of the cabinet in the coaxing of everyone.

The wine banquet outside was boiling, and even the crisp sound of the cups colliding with each other could be heard.

Shen Zhihe's ears were full of drums and songs, and the maid Ying'er on the side quietly stuffed a dragon's eye in her hand, and she only felt funny.

I don't know how long it took, the Qi Nan incense tablets had sunk in the copper furnace, the door was suddenly pushed open and there was a squeak, and the maid extinguished a few candles, leaving only a long wax.

The man motioned for the servants to stand down, and after a loud noise, they finally returned to calm.

The footsteps were approaching, the hijab was slowly lifted, Shen Zhihe took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and saw the red brocade in the room, and the beautiful eyes flowed for a moment before they settled on the person in front of him.

"It's beautiful." Meng Jinghuai was the first to break the silence, he stretched out his hand and touched the flower between Shen Zhihe's eyebrows, his eyes traced the outline of the beauty's facial features, sweeping over the delicate skin.

Shen Zhihe's heart flickered.

She is a peerless beauty, her eyebrows and cinnabar are hooked with red silk, and she is delicate with a graceful body, and it is because of this face that she was picked up by her father from the outer room, and invited the grandmother in the palace to teach carefully, and every move is everyone's demeanor, for today.

Meng Jinghuai called her softly, with a smile on his face, such a gentle expression, which was similar to the usual him.

The cold touch on her forehead almost made Shen Zhihe indulge, she turned her head, covered the beautiful girl's face, and sighed softly: "...... What do you mean by that? ”

The joyful streamer in Meng Jinghuai's eyes was so clear that it even made Shen Zhihe think in a trance that he loved her deeply.

Such Meng Jinghuai scared her too much.

Shen Zhihe and Meng Jinghuai had met before.

When she was fourteen years old, she had just been taken back to Huai'an City by Prime Minister Shen Cheng to teach, and she rarely had time to breathe.

That year, the summer was in full bloom, the Buddha mulberry flowers of Lanruo Temple bloomed gorgeously, the two sides of the road leading to the main hall were full of Buddha mulberry, Shen Zhihe quietly asked for the marriage of his daughter's family in the temple, and walked on the road, the clusters of bright red, as if burning with all his life.

"Da-da-" The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded in his ears, Shen Zhihe came back to his senses, and looked at it in amazement, only to see the young man riding a horse, red clothes and white horses, flying dazzling, as gorgeous as Buddha mulberry flowers, and after his arrival, he was also eclipsed.

He reined in his horse at the bottom of the steps, and Xu felt Shen Zhihe's hot gaze, and suddenly turned around, and his eyes met.

Not far away, the old monk in the hall turned the rosary in his hand, chanting what cause and effect in his mouth, Amitabha, while knocking on the wooden fish, one at a time, very rhythmic, knocking Shen Zhihe's heart shocked.

Blatantly looking directly at a man is really inappropriate. But at that moment, there seemed to be a special force controlling Shen Zhihe, and when she was young, she forgot the ancient admonition of "being ashamed of yourself" in "The Female Commandment", and she couldn't take her eyes off.

"The white horse, in the valley of the sky; His people are like jade, and he has a bunch. ”

Shen Zhihe only saw this sentence in the "Book of Songs" a few days ago, she never thought that anyone could be worthy of this sentence, but at that moment, that person could afford it.

I don't know how long it took, the young man turned over and dismounted, walked slowly towards Shen Zhihe, stopped four steps away from her, hooked the corners of his lips lightly, and smiled like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky, Shen Zhihe was slightly stunned, because of his laughter.

"In the Mengshi of Xialuoyang, the word Jinghuai, dare to ask the girl's name?" The man leaned over slightly, arched his hand, and was full of spirit, and he had begun to show his momentum.

The immature Shen Zhihe's cheeks were hot, a little bit of the little daughter's shyness, her beautiful eyes turned, glad that there was no one in the temple today, and the maid was sent to get the signature, she retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes and returned the salute according to the number of salutes, and raised a fan to hide her face.

"Huai'an Shen."

That was the first time she had seen Meng Jinghuai.

Returning from his past thoughts, Meng Jinghuai had already raised the wine on the table to Shen Zhihe.

The iris stripe wine glass, tied with a red rope, dragged the candles of the night cut west window to light the dim, reflecting the pleasant color under his eyes.

Meng Jinghuai bent his knees, drank his cup down, and looked at her with burning eyes.

Taking in the expectations in the eyes of the people in front of her, Shen Zhihe's nose was surrounded by the slightly drunken mellow smell of wine, she drank it all with her eyes closed, the spicy wine slid into her throat to straighten out her thoughts, she swept away the haze in her eyes, and remembered the conversation with her father that night, her heart was ruthless.

"If I don't really marry you, and you don't really marry me, we can't be husband and wife."

She saw Meng Jinghuai's face stiffen for two seconds, and a trace of sadness slipped through her eyes, but it was only for an instant, so fast that Shen Zhihe thought it was her own delusion.

"How do you know I'm not sincere?" In the middle of the sound, Meng Jinghuai straightened up, took a step back, and his face was full of joy, and he looked tough outside, and opened his mouth coldly.

In the end, it was a major general who fought on the battlefield, and the momentum that came to his face shocked Shen Zhihe's heart, only to feel that his eyes were as hot as fire, and they were burning to the tip of his heart.

She barely held her mind, got up and missed Meng Jinghuai, went straight to the dresser and sat down, and all the complicated golden hairpins on her head faded, and three thousand green silks fell, before she dared to look at the person in the bronze mirror.

"It is the emperor's decree to marry that cannot be violated, you can rest assured, I will do my duty as the daughter-in-law of the Meng family."

Meng Jinghuai's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he looked at her movements coldly.

Shen Zhihe withstood his gaze, walked back to the bed, spread out the Xi Xi quilt, took a deep breath, turned around, untied the belt of the big red wedding dress, the wedding dress slipped off, Ming Yubai shook Meng Jinghuai's eyes, she could almost feel the young man's immediate holding breath, lowered his eyes, and his heart was sad.

A little makeup of Yuanshan Dai should have been the fragrance of the first bloom of the mountain peach, but now it has become a gray and white mottled with a dusty pearl.