Shen Yuzhu raised her eyes to look at the scene in front of her, and suddenly looked stunned.

Standing in front of him is a three-story white pagoda, and I don't know who built it in the first place.

Towering on the halfway mountainside of Yunshan Mountain on the outskirts of Yunzhou City, the tower body is magnificent and magnificent, and the surrounding continuous hillside is planted with acacia trees.

It is the well-known Acacia Tower in Yunzhou City, and there is an ancestral hall behind the tower, which enshrines the statue of Yue Lao.

It is the place where young men and women in Yunzhou City write marriage books and make love, and the incense has always been very prosperous.

It's winter, and it's snowing a while ago.

The leaves of the treetops of the acacia tree are falling off, and even then, the bare branches are wrapped with all kinds of red ropes.

Acacia locks are strung on the red rope, which looks particularly lively against the treetops.

Marriage matters pay attention to the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers.

With the consent of the parents of both parties, the young men and women of Yunzhou City will come to the Yuelao Temple to write a marriage book.

Make a wish together in front of the white pagoda, and then tie the acacia lock to the branch, what you want is a sense of ceremony.

Shen Yuzhu looked at the white tower in front of her blankly, she didn't expect Lu Mingzhe to actually bring her here.

Originally, I had the idea of gambling, as long as I could follow Lu Mingzhe into Beijing.

Don't you want him to take it so seriously?

For a while, Shen Yuzhu's heart was mixed, and she didn't know what to say.

Lu Mingzhe suddenly raised his hand to hold Shen Yuzhu's wrist, and his palm was just like his person.

Cold and hard as iron, clamping her wrist, a little painful.

Shen Yuzhu wanted to break free, but it was in vain.

She suddenly remembered that the tall and handsome man beside her was not weak in martial arts.

It can also be ranked in the rivers and lakes.

"You come with me," Lu Mingzhe's voice was very gentle, with a little smile.

Shen Yuzhu was stunned until now, staggering to keep up with the footsteps of the Lu family's son.

didn't take a few steps, but Shen Yuzhu found that there were almost no people in the Yue Lao Temple today.

How is this possible?

Yuelao Temple is not only a place for young men and women in Yunzhou City to make love, but also the office of Yunzhou City's official media.

The marriage documents of all the people in Yunzhou City must be drafted here and stamped with the seal of the official media to be considered valid.

Shen Yuzhu really doesn't believe that there is no one who came to ask for marriage today.

Even if there is no one who asks for a marriage today, then there should be many people who worship in front of the White Pagoda.

But now that I look at it, there is no such thing.

When Shen Yuzhu was wondering, a small official in charge of the Yue Lao Temple hurriedly walked up.

Wearing an indigo brocade robe, soap-colored boots, and a black ribbon around his waist, he looks like he is in his fifties.

He walked in front of Lu Mingzhe in a few steps and bowed to Lu Mingzhe.

Lu Mingzhe is now editing the Hanlin Academy, and the prince accompanies him.

The official position was naturally much higher than him, and the little officials of the Yue Lao Temple were a little flustered in front of Lu Mingzhe.

"I will ask Lord Lu for peace, and the things that Lord Lu has explained have been done by his subordinates."

The man calmed down a little, and said cautiously, "No one will come to disturb Lord Lu here." ”

Lu Mingzhe nodded: "There is labor." ”

The little officials of the Yue Lao Temple hurriedly got out of the way and bowed to the side to lead the way.

"Let's go," Lu Mingzhe smiled sideways at Shen Yuzhu.

He was really in a good mood today, and there was no faking in the slightest.

Even the face of the 10,000-year-old iceberg has some signs of melting.

Shen Yuzhu was almost dragged into the Yue Lao Temple, knelt down to worship the statue of Yue Lao, and walked to the bookcase in the middle.

Lu Mingzhe let go of her hand, and the little official hurriedly opened the special wedding book fair on the bookcase.

He took a pen and wrote slowly on the gilded red paper.

Poetry Guan Ju, Song of Songs. One heart and one mind, IKEA. Respect each other like guests, forever harmonious fish water. I like to tie the red rope today, and the beads are a perfect match. Bu Ta Nian is white-headed forever, Gui Fu Lanxin. This certificate.

In the end, the pen is written with a lot of ink, and the pen is simple and solemn.

"The Eldest Son"

Shen Yuzhu pursed her lips and finally couldn't help it, she was just playing with him.

Why is he so grand, you must know that this marriage book is not a casual joke.

At that time, she married him and went to the capital to wait for her to settle down, and she would find an excuse for Lu Mingzhe to divorce her.

When the time comes, she will be free, and Lu Mingzhe will no longer have to marry Wei Xiang's daughter.

The daughter of the prime minister doesn't have a habit of being a steproom, and everything is calculated just right.

already has a plan to be abandoned by him, why bother to get such a complicated marriage letter again?

"The eldest son took a step to speak," Shen Yuzhu's voice sank slightly.

Lu Mingzhe raised his eyes and glanced lightly at the side standing, ready to be a witness and a small official with the official seal.

The little official was stabbed by Lu Mingzhe's eyes, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

He hurriedly bowed and withdrew.

This matter is also very strange today, the son of the Lu family actually brought the eldest lady of the Shen family to write the marriage book.

It seems that the rumors about these two people in Yunzhou City before are true.

However, generally writing a marriage book is that the elders of the family must come with one to preside, and this time there are only these two people.

The little official in charge of the Yue Lao Temple took a sharp breath of cold air, not daring to think about it anymore.

After all, he can't control this matter, and he doesn't dare to take care of it.

In the main hall of the Yue Lao Temple, Shen Yuzhu looked at Lu Mingzhe in front of him.

"Master Lu, we are already cooperating, and we don't need these things."