Zhang Yong looked at the sun in the sky, and saw that the hour was about to pass, so the next time was the hour.

Go back to the palace from Maoer Hutong, take Daming Gate, Chengtian Gate, Duanmen, and Noon Gate...... is to enter the palace from the gate, which happens to spare half of the Forbidden City.

In addition, the ceremonial procession is slow, and there are people watching, and it will take at least an hour to enter the palace.

And when you get to the palace, you have to make all kinds of sacrifices and worship, and you have to dare to be auspicious, so there is not enough time, and it stands to reason that the team should come when you welcome your relatives.

But it's not there yet.

Zhang Yongzheng calculated, and the rapid sound of horses' hooves of "trampling ......" came from west to east.

And to the west, it is exactly in the direction of the imperial city.

Zhang Yong was in a moment of spirit, and when he looked up, it was a jujube red horse, immediately draped in red and hung with colors, with red flowers on his forehead, and a red flag on the horseback, knowing that it was the soldier sent by the palace to deliver the message.

My own people are coming.

Zhang Yong held his chest and raised his hands.

After a while, the horse came to a halt, and immediately the chamberlain, dressed in a crimson coat, jumped down from his horse.

"Father-in-law." The chamberlain came to him and saluted with his fists.

Zhang Yongyi came to protect Li Zhao, and Yang Houzhao also arranged the steward on Li Zhao's side to connect with the Ministry of Rites.

Facing the waiter, Zhang Yong bowed slightly and said, "Is the team here to welcome the relatives?" ”

The attendant pointed in the direction he came.

"Here, I'm about to enter the street, listen."

Zhang Yong listened carefully, the sound of gongs, drums and suona came and went, and gradually, those festive tunes became clear.

There are people around who are making a lot of noise: "Here, the team to welcome relatives is here." ”

Zhang Yong rubbed his hands, and he would be able to return to the palace soon.

……………………

Gongs and drums are noisy, and firecrackers are ringing.

A group of people, colorful and green, stretching for several miles, from the west entrance of Mao'er Hutong, straight to the east.

The first is the suona hand, puffing out the cheeks, the corners of the eyes are beautiful, and the suona of different lengths in his hands is facing the sky or in front of him, blowing the song of waves.

After that, there is drumming.

Then there is the solemn and majestic brocade guard.

In the middle there is a bright yellow sedan chair carried by eight people, the top of the sedan chair is inlaid with three-color gemstones, shining brightly in the sun, and the sedan chair itself is also very atmospheric.

Nothing else, the three-foot square body is enough to seat a dozen people......

Behind it is Jin Wuwei's reliance......

Finally, there is a dowry of one hundred and eight lifts.

The emperor married a wife, and the dowry was real, since the Han Dynasty, the emperor of the Han Dynasty hired the queen and gave a thousand taels of gold.

Although I don't know what is contained in this one hundred and eight lifts, it must be a wealth that can scare people to death.

In this way, this winding procession moved forward slowly, and there were many people watching along the way, and there were many people who followed the always. It has become today, and even in the future, it is definitely a rare trend in the eyes of everyone.

Zhang Yong laughed, finally came.

Tick-tock, the loud and festive sound of suona also reached the gate at this time.

Someone shouted "coming, coming".

Zhang Yongdao: "Fire." ”

The officials of the Ministry of Rites who came to Li's house before immediately lit firecrackers that rang out ten thousand times.

There was a thunderbolt, and the people who were shaking were running everywhere.

Zhang Yong himself covered his ears and ran away, and there was only gunsmoke at the gate for a moment, and there was no figure.

As soon as the sound of firecrackers fell, people were still covering their ears and discussing, and the ground at the door was full of broken red paper.

Zhang Yong tentatively let go of his hand, there was indeed no sound of firecrackers, and he heard someone shouting at the gate: "All back, all back, close the door quickly......"

It was the voice of the old man of the Li family.

Then the relatives and friends of the Li family didn't know where they came from, and they quickly closed the door.

With a snap, the door latch was plugged in, Zhang Yong thought to himself, and he didn't know which unlucky ghost was going to be unlucky.