March 3 of the 16th year of Yuanshu, Shangsi Festival.

In winter, water flows freely, and in spring, everything is born.

The sound of the water in the Qianhua stream is loud, pleasant to the ear, the suburbs are full of flowers, the purple and red, in the courtyard of the large and small mansions in the city, the flowers and trees are waiting to be released, delicate and gorgeous.

This time, it is the warm spring season in March, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, so the Shangsi Festival is also known as the Peach Blossom Festival in the folk, and it is also known as the Daughter's Festival.

Every third day of March, the villages around the capital will invite diviners to pray to the gods of heaven and earth, offer seasonal food, and float some paper puppets in rivers, streams, and mountain springs, in anticipation, to send their bad luck to the paper people, and take them away.

Therefore, this festival is also called the puppet festival.

It is a festival celebrated by thousands of families, and today is a grand day for the emperor of the Ye Dynasty to hold a ceremony of harmony, and the whole country celebrates, and all over Beijing are talking about the ceremony of the emperor.

The streets and alleys are lit up with lights, laughter and jubilation, the band team from the palace beats gongs and drums all the way, and the palace people follow behind the convoy, scattering freshly picked peach blossom petals.

Among them, a young woman wearing a pink and white gauze dress and a blue and white veil is at the front, and sprinkles the street with peach blossom branches dipped in the flower dew water in the green jade jar.

The fragrance of flowers is overflowing and lively all the way.

The streets are full of laughter and laughter in the city, and there are songs and dances all over the village outside the city.

Young men and women sang in duet across the peach blossom tree, love songs, and bursts of applause. Listen to the ear, sing into the heart, do not need the matchmaker to look at each other, after the two sides exchange love tokens, the next day the man can bring the dowry to the door to propose.

The folk customs are simple, but they are not blindly conservative.

There is a polo field in the eastern suburbs, and more than a dozen young boys have just finished playing a game of polo, their thin shirts are wet, and their foreheads are covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

"Little grandfather, pack up, change your clothes, it's almost time to enter the palace."

Under a flower gallery next to the polo field, Fu Jia reminded seriously while packing up the belongings brought by Qing Ziheng.

Emperor Ji is 16 years old this year, and it stands to reason that he had already passed the ceremony at the beginning of last year, but His Majesty dragged the ceremony until March this year.

But even if everyone knows it, they all know that the little Jiujiu in His Majesty's heart, the four major families located in the four corners of the Ye Dynasty, and the other two families located in Beijing, except for the Yan family of the Great General's Mansion, are still competing with each other in secret.

Among them, naturally including the Qingjia of the Wenguo Mansion.

Emperor Ji Siqing –

The only heir of His Majesty today.

And the emperors of all dynasties were all men.

In this way, a simple and obvious truth is placed in front of the eyes of the world, but anyone who has paid a little attention to the affairs of the court should be easy to understand, not to mention these families who have been in the court for generations.

"Yes."

Qing Ziheng handed the wiped sweat towel to Fu Jia, and while taking the silver-gray crane handed over by Fu Jia, he put it on his body unhurriedly, and asked, "Do you remember bringing the pair of safe and sound cards that your mother picked before?" ”

He has never been able to remember these things, and he was in a little hurry to go out this morning, let alone memorize them carefully. If Fu Jia didn't bring his things, they would have to go back and get them again, back and forth, and there would be a lot of trouble.

"Qingheng! Aren't you leaving? ”

Without waiting for Fu Jia to answer, there was a clear shout in the distance, which was Beigong Chi's voice.

"Let's go later, you guys go first." Qing Ziheng didn't look back, but continued to bow his head and arrange his clothes and hair crown, and responded casually.

Beigong Chi pursed his lips, said a few words to the other boys and brothers next to him, dressed in fancy clothes, and watched them all leave, before he walked in the direction of Qing Ziheng.

Just finished playing a game of polo, and now that he was in a little hurry, it was inevitable that he would be hot and sweating again, Beigong Chi raised his hand and fanned it, taking two breaths, "Qingheng, I'm not with them, I'll go with you." ”

He didn't know those people very well, and Mo Jiu, who was the most familiar with him, was not here, and in comparison, he didn't feel so awkward with Qing Ziheng all the way.

"Whatever you want." Qing Ziheng turned his head to look at Beigong Chi, turned his head again, took two steps forward and picked up the golden silk nanmu ink folding fan on the stone table, put it on his hand, and said to Fu Jia: "Have you brought all the things?" ”

Fu Jia opened the mahogany box and looked at it carefully, "It's all brought with you, and the little grandfather can enter the palace now." ”

In fact, he didn't have to look at him to know that he had brought it all. Because before leaving, the Duchess told her thousands of instructions, said it over and over again, and checked it again and again, just for fear of missing something.

Beigong Chi glanced at the wooden box, but didn't see anything, although he was very curious about what Qing Ziheng was going to give, but he still retracted his gaze, didn't look at it again, didn't ask, after all, people were not so familiar with him.

"Let's go." Qing Ziheng said to Fu Jia.

Turning around, he saw that Beigong Chi was still waiting there, frowned slightly, pursed his lips into a line, and then opened his lips and said, "Let's go together." ”

At a glance, he saw that the little medicine boy who usually followed Beigong Chi was not there, thinking that Beigong Chi had asked the little medicine boy to go directly to the palace, so he didn't care.

Beigong Chi smiled, hurriedly followed, and walked beside Qing Ziheng, silent all the way.

At this time, in the palace hall, Si Qing was dressed in red, sitting in front of the mirror platform, the beaded phoenix crown on his head was pressing his forehead, and his neck was also very sore.

The woman in the mirror has childish teeth, and on a white goose egg face, there is no joy to be seen, only tiredness and boredom.

However, the phoenix crown can't be removed, otherwise the whole hairstyle will have to be redone, which is even more troublesome.

I can't help but have a belly, it's just a courtesy, why make it so complicated and trivial? It's like an enthronement ceremony.

"Your Highness, just bear with it a little longer, just this little half a day's work."

Qi Huan came in with a handful of peach blossoms, and when she saw Si Qing's impatient look, she knew that she thought it was too troublesome to make a gift of the Xuan, but these were all arranged by His Majesty and the queen, and if so, she could only complete it well.

He walked to the window and stopped, inserted the peach blossom in his hand into the white-backed powder porcelain vase on the flower table, and said comfortingly.

Actually, Qi Huan personally didn't think it was so troublesome. Usually, the daughters of large families have a few ritual steps, even if they are people from small families like them, they have also performed simple and simple etiquette when they were in the same household.

"Qi Huan, come over for a moment." Si Qing lifted the phoenix crown on his head, looked at the makeup mirror, and found that two red marks had been pressed on his forehead, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

After Qi Huan planted the flowers, he walked towards Si Qing, looked at the two red marks on Si Qing's forehead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Your Highness, those two red marks show that the phoenix crown is very heavy, which means that Your Highness has a very heavy weight in the hearts of Your Majesty and Niangniang, and Your Majesty and Niangniang love Your Highness very much." ”

Nonsense!

Si Qing couldn't help but complain in her heart, her father and mother naturally loved her as a child. But one of them is the emperor, the other is the emperor, and she is the emperor.

Therefore, this kind of love is never pure, and she would rather not.

No matter what, it's already like this, what's the use of thinking so much! It's not going to be happy.