The auspicious time for marriage has arrived, Zhaoji is wearing a red wedding dress, with a Xipai on his head, hanging down to his knees, and two maids are supporting Tingting out of the middle palace hall. The crown prince Ji Hu was already waiting outside the palace. According to the ancient rites, the girl's marriage should be given by her mother's brother, but the prince did not come, so he had to be done by his cousin, the prince Ji Hu.

Ji Hu held his cousin's hand, feeling that the slender hand trembled a little, and he whispered to the bride: "Cousin, my young master is a good person, a very good person. It's just that your health is not very good, after you get married, please take good care of him. ”

Zhaoji also responded, and his voice was like a silver bell, very good: "Please rest assured, His Royal Highness the Prince, this is my duty." ”

The wedding procession came to the palace of King Zhou, where King Yi of Zhou and Queen Fanji would personally officiate the wedding and send Zhaoji to board the carriage of Zhaofu. Fan Ji smiled, waved his hand, and the middle palace ordered the deer sheep to personally send a small wooden letter to the wedding car, saying: "This is a bronze mirror made by the palace, and the previous child has just been made, which means that your husband and wife are harmonious and beautiful, and your children and grandchildren are prosperous." ”

"Thank you, Queen! Thank you, King! "Zhao Bohu and Zhao Ji bowed down at the same time to thank him.

Watching the welcoming team slowly gallop out of the palace gate, King Zhou Yi sighed with emotion: "Queen, this situation and this scene, I can't help but think of the scene when I married you back then. It's like a world away! ”

For some reason, Fanji's eyes were also a little moist: "Yes, at that time, the concubine traveled through mountains and rivers to Haojing, just to marry a wishful man, and it was the same as today's Zhaoji." It's a pity ------"

"What a pity?" Ji Xie's voice was full of vigilance.

Fanji sighed faintly: "It's a pity that the son of the year became the son of heaven, and he is no longer a wishful husband of a concubine." ”

When Ji Xie heard this, he was not angry, but a little happy: "Queen, there are some things that can be forgotten, why do you have to keep suffering yourself?" Although Lone is the Son of Heaven, this heart is not much different from that year, but the queen just refuses to look at it. ”

He said a little moved, and clenched Fanji's hand tightly, interlocking his fingers. Ji Jiang, who was behind him, saw all this, his eyes were full of jealousy------

Marriage in the church is generally at three o'clock in the afternoon, that is because in ancient times there was a curfew, and the wedding banquet could only be held at noon. On the wedding hall in the main hall of the Zhaofu, the lights are colorful, and the sound of firecrackers inside and outside is endless. Everyone in the hall and the guests in the hall know that the eldest son was summoned to make an expedition to make meritorious contributions, and the king of Zhou personally officiated the marriage, and the queen added makeup by herself. Naturally, there were many guests, and I almost didn't step on the threshold.

Zhao Guogong was afraid that he only had one breath left, and he had to be carried out by four house slaves and barely completed the ceremony of the newcomer worshipping the high hall, and immediately carried him in after the incident. Mrs. Zhao Justice has been dead for more than two years, and she can only accept the prostration of her new daughter-in-law on her behalf by the spirit card on the table.

Like a puppet, Zhaoji stood up with the singing and prompting of the ceremonial officer, bowed down, turned around, bowed again, turned around again, bowed again, and after a period of dizziness, he was taken away like a puppy.

Entering the cave room, he was pressed by his mother to sit on the wedding bed, and a shiny thing flickered in front of him, and it turned out that Xipa was taken off. Zhaoji raised his eyes to face the pair of eyes of Zhao Bohu, deep and clear, and the slender eyeliner was slanted away, and it always seemed to have a deep meaning when looking at people. Zhaoji blushed, then lowered his head, a look of shyness. With just one glance, she understood why her husband was called "the most beautiful man in Ho Jing"? And are you worthy of him?

Zhao Bohu was also a little embarrassed, Zhao Ji was also a complete stranger to him, he really didn't know what to say, so he walked to the table and looked at the wooden letter that the queen gave before getting into the car. It is indeed a small and chic wooden dress, surrounded by a pattern made of gold and silver leaf, which has been somewhat blurred, and in the center of the pattern is a red agate in the shape of a four-petal chicken heart. There are three other silver buckles on the lid, and a cloud-shrouded mountain peak is engraved on it. Zhao Bohu felt that this mountain was a little familiar, and when he looked at the outline, it looked a little like a patina mountain.

He opened the lid, and there was a bronze mirror lying quietly inside, and there was a faint fragrance. This fragrance is like a mist in the dark night, ethereal and unpredictable, with a hint of sweet fragrance with a cool breath of distant mountain ice and snow, the smell is refreshing, but the heart can't help but have a faint sadness.

Zhao Bohu took out the bronze mirror, and then found that the frame shape of this mirror is quite peculiar, in the shape of a flying fairy, with thin eyebrows, long eyes and plump cheeks, a slender body, and a vivid and lifelike face. Looking closely at this eyebrow, it was somewhat similar to Queen Fanji, he glanced at Zhaoji sitting on the happy bed, and thought to himself: In fact, it is more similar to her!

After all, it's a cave room, and two people can't keep staring at each other with such big eyes, right? Zhao Bohu cleared his throat and handed the bronze mirror to Zhao Ji: "The bronze mirror sent by the queen's mother, this fairy is a little similar to you------!" ”

Zhaoji took the bronze mirror, a flush flew over his face, lowered his eyelids and said, "My aunt likes to make fun of me, don't take it seriously!" ”

Her coquettishness made Zhao Bohu feel cordial, and he was about to sit down and chat a few words. Suddenly, the retainer Mi Bo crawled into the cave room with tears on his face, crawled to the feet of Zhao Bohu on his knees and cried: "Son, go and take a look, the old man is no good-"

The big red wedding flag of the Zhaofu was replaced by a white mourning flag, and after hanging for 7749 days, it was finally taken down. Although the Duke of Zhaoguo has been buried, the whole house still has to serve filial piety seriously and thoughtfully until the spring of the next year. The maids and maids in the courtyard are not allowed to wear bright clothes, and although Zhao Bohu and his wife no longer have to wear ink all day long, they still have to wear plain clothes.

Although the white flags at the door were taken down, the row of lanterns was covered with a layer of plain white. In the middle of spring and April, King Zhou Yi issued an edict to summon Bohu to inherit the hereditary title of Zhaogong, which is the new generation of Zhaoguo Gong. During the Western Zhou Dynasty, although it was not like the later generations when officials had to observe the father's funeral for three years, at least the mourning period would not end until the following year was changed. Therefore, in this period of more than half a year, Zhao Bohu still couldn't really take care of the government affairs left by his father, and most of the things in his hands were assigned to Zhou Gongding.

As the sun went down, it was dark in the city of Pickaxe. The streets and alleys had become empty, the noisy crowds had dispersed, and orange lights were gradually oozing through the cracks in the black doors and windows. Once the twilight covers the earth, all the rich and the poor, the noble and the low, no longer distinguish, just as in the darkness, whether it is the magnificent glazed tiles on the eaves of the palace or the thatched roof of the poor people's houses, they are the same dark subjects and the same cold subjects.

Zhao Bohu was writing something under the dim candlelight in the study, although he didn't have to go to court, but the position of the prince and young master had to be concurrent. Ji Hu is already eight years old, it is the period when he should read more and see widely, as his teacher, Zhao Bohu feels a great responsibility. The content of each lecture has to be refined, deleted and changed, changed and deleted.

The door of the study squeaked open, and Zhao Ji walked in with a bowl of steaming soup: "Husband, please use some night!" ”

Zhao Bohu took the tray with both hands: "There is Mrs. Lao!" ”

Because of their father's funeral, the two did not have a round house, and they still seemed more polite than intimate to each other. Zhao Bohu saw her standing in place, and had no intention of withdrawing, and was quite surprised: "Madame, is there anything else?" ”

Zhaoji lowered his head, and his voice was very soft: "My father is here and wants to see his husband." ”

Fanzi originally planned to return to China after his daughter got married, and he didn't want to summon the old man to die suddenly that night in the cave room, which put his father and daughter in a situation where they were not embarrassed or embarrassed. Visiting in the middle of the night, he also wanted the final result.

The guests and hosts met, and after the ceremony, they were seated. Zhaoji was about to resign, but Fanzi stopped his daughter: "You stay, I need to discuss your affairs with your husband, and stay for a while." ”

Zhao Bohu was very puzzled: "Father-in-law, what does this mean?" ”

"Alas-" Fanzi let out a long sigh: "Zimu, my daughter married into the Zhaofu because the queen was the matchmaker, and the two families became friendly. The reason why they got married in such a hurry was also because the old man's body couldn't wait. I don't want to, my daughter's life is not good, the front foot enters the door, and the back foot father-in-law dies. Now inside and outside the house, and even in the pickaxe capital, it is rumored everywhere that her life is unlucky. It made my father and daughter unable to hold their heads up. ”

"Is that so?" Zhao Bohu looked surprised, he suddenly understood why Fanzi came to visit the office in the middle of the night.

"Virtuous son-in-law, although this family affair is the master of the king and queen, it cannot embarrass you. I have already persuaded my daughter, if Zimu you feel uneasy, blaming her for 'chongxi' is not a bad thing, it is better to divorce her. I'll take her back, and I'll do it! ”

Speaking of this, Fanzi had a sad face, and when he summoned himself, he fell to the ground and wept, his shoulders trembling constantly.

Zhao Bohu left the table and stood up, slowly walked to the front of the Fanzi case, bowed deeply, and then helped Zhao Ji, and said solemnly: "Father-in-law, since Ling Yan has entered the gate of my Zhao Mansion, she is the wife of my Zhao Hu Ming Media." After I responded to the proposal of the queen's mother, I made up my mind to take care of her for the rest of my life and never abandon her. What's more, the saying of 'Chongxi' was originally spread by falsehood, and the reason why I got married in a hurry was just to fulfill my father's wish. Everyone knows that when I went south, my father was already sick, what does it have to do with Ling Yan? ”

Speaking of this, he gave a salute to Zhaoji: "It was my negligence that I didn't know that the rumors outside had reached such a point, and my wife was wronged." ”

At this moment, both Fanzi and Zhaoji were so moved that they couldn't speak. Fanzi came back to his senses after a while, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to his daughter: "Child, you have such a good husband, in the future, you must be good at raw cooking, give birth to heirs, and cherish your own blessings!" ”

Zhaoji choked up and said, "It's the concubine who is not good, so that the husband is distracted." ”