In the first year of Jingrui, on the eighth day of the second month, Da Yue and his team set off from Shengjing.

The new emperor sent in front of the gate of Guang'an with half a guard of honor, and on both sides of the royal road of the civil and military hundred officials, the honor guards were quite prosperous, and the scholars and women were overwhelmed.

Ten miles of red makeup, accompanied by countless marriages.

The people in Beijing are even more crowded, looking at the road and watching the royal ceremony.

Everyone knows that this marriage is the favorite princess of the former Emperor Yingde during his lifetime.

It's a pity that the situation has changed, and without the princess she relies on, there is no place in Beijing.

The few disputes that were once in the court were no longer mentioned.

I only know that the Lord of the Prison Country has done this harmony very properly, and he is extremely favored.

Although they are kind, they have never neglected Princess Huai'an for half a point, and they all use the highest etiquette system to marry the princess for thousands of miles.

But when it came to an end, something happened abruptly.

In front of Guang'an Gate, five-year-old Emperor Jingrui sat on the imperial chariot, looking blankly at the chaotic situation below.

The carriage of the West Factory hurriedly came, and more than a dozen factory guards opened the way in front of Guang'an Gate, and quickly held the canvas high, covering the surrounding sight.

Lord Fuyun, the chief administrator of the internal officials and supervisors on the side, hung his eyes and said loudly: "Your Majesty wants to talk to the princess, and the others take three steps back." ”

The guards beside the royal road looked at each other, and they didn't know that before leaving the palace, there was this narrative.

But seeing that the carriage of the West Factory stopped behind the emperor's chariot, no one dared to say a word, and they all took three steps back neatly.

At this time, Fu Yun walked to the emperor's chariot, saluted respectfully, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the Lord of the Prison Country still has a few things to explain to the princess, all of which are related to the honor and danger of the country and the pro-Ugo family, and Your Majesty Lao will wait here for a quarter of an hour more." ”

After saying that, he glanced back, and immediately someone brought all kinds of snacks and some strange things to the emperor.

Five-year-old Su Changyue was already dependent and afraid of Wei Huaijin, and was attracted by the things in front of her, so she said glutinously: "It's okay, Wei Jianguo is in charge of the country, and I, I am waiting here." ”

Fu Yun bowed when he heard this, and then turned to the side and was about to leave the palace.

Standing in front of the carriage, Fu Yun paused and said, "Princess, Lord Jianguo is invited." ”

Su Shengsheng sat in the carriage, motionless.

Seeing this, Fu Yun raised his voice and said, "Lord Jianguo, please get out of the car and talk." ”

This time, Su Shengsheng finally spoke, but he couldn't be calmer, "It's inconvenient to have red makeup in this palace, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it before the overseer comes to the car." ”

Fu Yun was dumbfounded, and persuaded in a low voice, but Su Shengsheng was still unmoved.

Seeing that the third princess was determined not to get out of the car, Fuyun had to go to the queen of the emperor's chariot and the carriage of the West Factory and quickly returned.

In the middle of the ring, I saw the carriage move, and the coachman beat the horse, turned around and left the place.

The people of the West Factory also removed the canvas and retreated from Guang'anmen, as if nothing had happened.

The little emperor was still fiddling with the strange things in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the boring and cumbersome etiquette.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Guang'an to send off the salute in front of the gate, and Princess Huai'an's family drove out of the palace officially.

The horn of the noisy sky rose again, and the team of more than 1,000 people drove all the way to Yangliu Pavilion in the suburbs of Beijing.

As a farewell to the three sends, the Yangliu Pavilion is ten miles away from the suburbs of Beijing, and it is the last stop.

This goes west and north, thousands of miles away, and I am afraid that there will be no return date.

"Princess, it's time to get out of the car and say goodbye."

Youlan walked to the carriage to remind.

Su Shengsheng paused, lifted his dress, stepped out of the carriage, and looked up from afar, Shengjing Fanlou was no longer visible.

Ten miles of willow pavilion, leisurely green, the old people go, do not ask the return date.