Year after year, years and years, the moon is heavy, seven and two.

Chang'e should repent, shoot the sun and hate, Dan's love is easy to decide,

The weaver girl is in love, the morning glory is long, and the queqiao meets again,

Handsome men wear books and love, and Yi women wear needles,

In the end, I know that the dynasty is short and the twilight is long, and I secretly promise this world and future generations.

——Jiu Pao "Tanabata Queqiao Meeting"

Qixi Festival is approaching again, and the young men and women in the palace are looking forward to the love of the old man, but Xiao Jingyu is a little embarrassed today because of the robbery of the male queen last night.

The male queen was robbed by Beihan's people, and this news doesn't need Xiao Jingyu to mention it himself, he has long been running around with long legs.

Xiao Jingyu's lonely appearance in the court confirmed the accuracy of this news, and the court returned to the right track in the past, and it stands to reason that the ministers should applaud.

However, now that the court has become as long and silent as stagnant water, the ministers are a little uncomfortable for a while, and secretly recall the lively and short time when the male queen tongue fought against the Confucians.

Of course, they will never admit it, they will hope that the blue face will come back, and they will only pray that he will die in a foreign land forever.

"Something to start, nothing to retreat." The eunuch announced in a loud voice, Xiao Jingyu sat on the dragon chair, with a sad face, and the phoenix eyes supported his chin faintly.

"Minister, Yan Rushui has something to do." Wen Chen stepped out of the ranks with a jade board, straightened his back and said loudly.

"Quasi-play." Xiao Jingyu straightened his body, looking at Yan Rushui, the household lord who should have retired from the official position and enjoyed happiness at home, now wearing a neat official robe, and coming to the court for the first time, his nerves tightened at first. Then, after a little thought in my heart, my heartstrings were loosened.

He glanced at Yan Zijin, who was about to come with wind and rain, but his face was ignorant and ignorant, hiding some schadenfreude, and the bad mood in his heart was finally balanced.

"Today is the Begging Festival, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are still meeting, the courtiers are twenty and two this year, lingering in the flower streets and willow alleys all day long, not thinking of starting a family, and specially asking the emperor for gifts-" Yan Rushui showed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth, and pleaded to the emperor who was about to see the excitement.

Yan Rushui hadn't finished speaking, Yan Zijin knew bad when he heard his father's first words, it was going to be a big deal!

His fair-skinned handsome face immediately became anxious, and he hurriedly pushed away his colleagues on the left and right, ran to his father, and ignored the courtiers, pointed to his father's nose, shouted and interrupted: "Old man, you are too much, and you have an important reason for me to enter the palace, it turns out that you are hiding from me and asking the emperor to give me a marriage."

After Yan Zijin finished speaking, he hurriedly faced Xiao Jingyu and said to withdraw the marriage: "Your Majesty, don't listen to my father, I have someone I like, and I don't need to give marriage."

"Nonsense! The women of Flower Street and Willow Lane, how can they get along, the emperor asks you to give marriage, otherwise I can't afford to kneel for a long time. Yan Rushui was iron-hearted today, lifted his robe, knelt on one knee and said firmly.

"Your Majesty, don't give me a marriage, otherwise I'll hit my head against the south wall." Yan Zijin knelt on his knees, waiting for his father, and his eyes were stacked, like an enemy.

"Uh...... The two of you make me very embarrassed, Jun Ye, what do you think. Xiao Jingyu held his forehead, his face was sad, and his eyes glanced at Li Junye, who stood out from the crowd.

Xiao Jingyu is not afraid of problems coming to the door again, anyway, he is raising this group of ministers to solve problems.

The courtiers of the Manchu Dynasty clasped their hands and watched the excitement leisurely, not knowing their usefulness.

As an older unmarried young man, Li Junye was very fortunate to be named by his emperor, and it is no longer strange.

Li Junye saw the vision in front of him, his eyes showed sympathy, and he vaguely saw the end of his world through this picture, and he was glad that he had deceived his family to play a few days ago.

"Minister, I privately think that this is Zijin's family matter, and it is inconvenient to meddle and put his beak." Li Junye hurriedly brushed himself out, stood up and spoke, anyway, he didn't please the three sides, and the three sides were not offended, so he kicked the ball back to the emperor in a hurry.

"Hmm... Zhong Aiqing, what do you say? Xiao Jingyu saw his frightened look, he laughed in his heart, swept his eyes over the faces of the courtiers one by one, and kicked the ball out again.

There was some silence on the field, and then an elegant voice sounded.

"Minister, I have something to say." Jiang Taifu was in the Wenchen formation, and he came out of the line, and his long body was straight like a book.

"Exactly." The Empress Dowager had already told him privately about the matter of Mrs. Jiang, that is, to help Jiang Shi, who was born weak, to match a marriage, and the scope even pointed to Yan Zijin and Li Junye, if Murong Bai was not betrayed, it was also among them.

Xiao Jingyu was perfunctory before, and he didn't take it to heart, which shows today's posture. The parents of these single men and women couldn't stand it and took the initiative to come over and ask for marriage.

"The courtier's daughter Jiang Shi, who is sixteen years old this year, is frail, but she is not left behind in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and female embroidery. I hope the emperor can give a smart and talented husband. ”

Mrs. Jiang chose to talk about this matter at this point in time, it is very appropriate, the man in front is unmarried, and his daughter is unmarried, so it is very convenient for the emperor to match.

Yan Zijin immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and showed weakness with his eyes, asking his father not to harm him and marry him a frail and sickly woman.

Yan Rushui's old eyes showed a hint of pride, and in addition to being proud, he also had concerns, and he didn't dare to break his son's marriage.

Jiang Shisheng is the first talented woman in Muyun, whether it is outstanding in appearance or family, the root of which makes people dare not mention marriage is Jiang Shi's body.

I heard that this girl, as long as she is excited, she will be short of breath and faint, let alone give birth to a child, it is estimated that in this life, she can only be a mud bodhisattva to give birth to and support her.

After Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, her eyes looked at Yan Rushui, and she said with relief: "The courtier Jiang Shi, she knows that she is weak, no matter who she will transfer with in the future, after becoming the main wife, she will decide to be lenient and love the family, and treat every concubine under her well."

The meaning of these words could not be more obvious, as long as my daughter marries in the past, as long as she is the wife, you can marry as many concubines as you want.

This sentence happened to be said in Yan Rushui's heart, and his worried eyes began to gradually dissolve, and he really felt that this family business was feasible.

Nowadays, there are no more than ten women in the court who can be married.

Among these women, a girl of marriageable age, Zhao Xinyan was disheartened when she learned that Murong Bai had committed treason, and she became a Taoist aunt and did not want to marry.

Others, the elopement of girls, the marriage of those who have already married, the remaining girls are either ugly girls or concubines who have been kicked out of the palace, how dare they say kiss.

Jiang Shi's personality is heard to be gentle and respectful, and she has a son who can't be managed, as long as Zijin runs out again, Jiang Shi will make a random illness, and she will scare her son to death, where do you dare to go out to play casually.

Moreover, this Mrs. Jiang also said that they can marry a few concubines and don't ask too much, this is simply the gospel of men.

Yan Rushui thought that the tigress of her own family, as long as she dared to show a little thought about other women, and the family law would serve her, she quickly shook her head in fright.

Anyway, now he just wants to find a woman to let his son take care of him, Jiang Shi's frail body seems to be so good, it is an advantage, and it is convenient to take care of his son.

The two fathers-in-law looked at each other, seeing each other more and more pleasing to the eye, and they had a relationship with each other affectionately. In Yan Zijin's wailing, the two fathers happily made a marriage, and by the way, Xiao Jingyu made a holy decree to give the emperor a marriage on the spot, and agreed to marry in three days.

Yan Zijin only felt a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and in front of him, he slashed mercilessly.

"Today's Tanabata Festival is simply my first seven." Yan Zijin was like a wronged little woman, pitifully squeezed into Li Junye's arms, grabbed his friend Ruxue's wide robe as a handkerchief, and cried with a handful of snot and tears.

Li Junye pushed away the greasy Yan Zijin, picked up the wine cup, sent it like a thin lip, and said with a smile: "Now, the raw rice is cooked and cooked, and your father has asked the emperor for instructions, no matter how much you cry to me, it is useless."

"No, Jun Ye, if you don't give me a way, I'll commit suicide and turn into a ghost to entangle you every night." Yan Zijin sat up suddenly, Li Junye didn't have time to prepare, his jaw hurt from his head, and the wine in the cup in his hand almost turned over.

Yan Zijin stared at Li Junye like a widow, seeing that he was still in the mood, he drank leisurely, snatched the pear blossom brew in his hand, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

"Hey, don't waste it, Xiao Ah Huan brewed me the last pot of pear blossom brewing." Li Junye hurriedly rushed up from his position and snatched it from his wide open mouth.

This guy doesn't have a drop of tears in his peach blossom eyes, he doesn't deserve pity at all, and he robs him of wine to drink, it's too much!

"Xiao Ah Huan, did you brew it yourself? Oh~ If you don't come up with a good solution for me, I'll pour all the wine. ”

Yan Zijin stopped drinking, looked back and forth with peach blossom eyes, sweet wine, and Li Junye's nervous eyebrows, a wicked smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, tilted the mouth of the wine jug to the ground, and raised a relaxed tone and threatened.

"Well, if you jump into the river, it will be over." Li Junye sat down, held his forehead, and said with a headache.

"Hey, this is a good note, if I jump into the river, hang my death or get seriously ill, or I am seriously ill, they can't do anything about me! Hahahaha...... "Yan Zijin laughed like a madman, and walked away happily with the wine jug.

"Hey, my wine-" Li Junye saw this guy, laughed while talking, took the pear blossom brew by the hand, turned around and walked towards the door.

Li Junye came to his senses, quickly got up, and shouted to stop him through the railing on the second floor.

"You go to your dear good apprentice, and I'll give me this pot......" Yan Zijin stood downstairs, dressed in pink, and the red and willow green lanterns on the left and right reflected his eyebrows and quietly appeared. He's perfect for bright colors.

Yan Zijin raised the wine jug in his hand, squeezed his eyebrows at him upstairs, and said with bad intentions.

"This guy ......" Li Junye looked at his slender shadow, squeezed all the way into the crowd, drowned in the crowd, chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly.

Ahh......h I asked her out to play with me tonight. He looked at the warm sun at dusk, and his clear eyes lit up with a light of joy and anticipation.

The warm sun reflected his handsome and cold face, as if he had a layer of divine light around him, like a fairy in the world, and people passing by couldn't bear to look back when they saw him.

Tonight, the lantern gathering, what will happen?