Zhan Mobei's eyes were no longer cynical in the past, and were replaced by an open-minded and calm gaze.

"Since A-Niang left, my father has become short-tempered, but by chance I found that my father often goes to the ancestral hall to hold A-Niang's tablet and cry. I was young at the time, and I wanted to pull my father back to the room, but I couldn't lift his arms."

"No wonder the second brother has a lot of strength, it turns out that he has practiced it behind his father's back over the years."

Zhan Xinglan's heart suddenly felt like he had been pricked by something.

She always thought that Zhan Mobei was the most unassuming of the three siblings, but she didn't expect his heart to be so delicate and calm.

No wonder his father was so him, he never complained.

No wonder he was so skilled in his movements in the ancestral hall.

No wonder Deng Bo was so accustomed to seeing him send Zhan Bofeng back to the main courtyard.

"Lan'er, you know what? My father was a role model in my heart, so I always wanted to be a great hero and general like him. But my mother and father don't want me to be a military general, maybe I should be obedient."

"Second brother," Zhan Xinglan suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Zhan Mobei seriously, "If A-Niang sees you wronged herself to do something she doesn't like, she will definitely be sad. The second brother is strong in martial arts, and he will definitely be a famous general in the future."

"But my father's side ......."

"Father is not a stubborn person, as long as the second brother explains to his father, he will not stop the second brother if he thinks about it."

Zhan Xinglan smiled at him encouragingly.

She believed that Zhan Bofeng would definitely support his son.

Zhan Mobei pondered for a moment, and finally nodded heavily as if he had made up his mind.

"Okay."

The next day, Zhan Bofeng woke up from the bed and rubbed his aching head.

"Old Deng, did Mobei send me back last night?"

Deng Bo nodded, "Yes, but when Erlangjun sent you back last night, the third lady was there."

"Lan'er?" Zhan Bofeng closed his eyes and calmed down, "It's not too early, it's time to go to the Ye family to propose, wash and dress me."

After two incense sticks, Zhan Bofeng and Zhan Nanjing both jumped off their horses.

Outside the Yefu Gate, many onlookers gathered.

They pointed at dozens of large and small boxes with red cloth and red flowers tied behind the two horses.

Ye Rusheng and Ye Yunyu hurriedly went out to greet him.

But as soon as they went out, they froze.

This dowry was almost placed from the street to the end of the street, and the momentum was so great that it was a scene that had never been seen in the capital.

After the two parties saluted, the dowry was moved into the Ye Mansion.

After some talking, the family affairs of the two families were settled.

The date of marriage between the two was set after the official ceremony.

When the new Jinjin Tanhua and His Majesty personally named the first lady of the capital, the good story of the good fortune quickly became popular in the capital.

These two are not only talented and beautiful, but also make friends with phoenixes, which can be called a godsend.

Such an enviable fate has attracted many boudoir daughters to be fascinated by marriage.

It's just that Zhan Nanjing's Tanhua is much more beautiful than Zhuangyuanlang, and many high-ranking nobles heard that the new Tanhua had decided on a family affair so quickly, and immediately regretted that they didn't come to the door earlier to say goodbye to their daughter.

Tanhua is so popular, just because Tanhua is not only a talented person, but also a talented person who is handsome and handsome.

A few days later, the official ceremony was held as scheduled.

Above the Hanyuan Palace, hundreds of civil and military officials on both sides are in columns, and Emperor Jing is sitting on the dragon chair, looking down on the hundred officials.

Kou Huai shouted loudly: "Xuan Yijia is Lu Muchuan, the first class is Zhong Mingyang, and the first class is three Zhan Nanjing, enter the palace to meet you!"

Three Langjun *** entered the palace.

Emperor Jing saw Zhan Nanjing at a glance.

"It is worthy of being the son of the only daughter of Ming Guogong and Tang Taishi, born with a dignified appearance, extraordinary instruments, and talent is not inferior to the Tang lady who was the best in the year."

Zhan Nanjing immediately bowed his hand and said, "Your Majesty

Praise, Weichen is ashamed to be."

Emperor Jing nodded approvingly, and turned his head towards Kou Huai.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said.

In the thirty-fifth year of Yuan Zhao, Enke Palace Examination was used to select talents. Lu Muchuan, a first-class scholar, was awarded the revision from the Liupin Hanlin Academy, Zhong Mingyang, the second-class editor, was awarded the editing of the Seventh-grade Hanlin Academy, and the third-class Zhan Nanjing was awarded the editing of the Seventh-grade Hanlin Academy.

I will take up my post from now on."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The ceremony did not end until noon.

Zhan Xinglan specially went to pick up Ye Yunyu and went to the gate of the imperial city to greet Zhan Nanjing.

The weeping willows on the roadside are fresh and tender, and the breeze blows the branches in the sun.

Ye Yunyu stood under the tree, looking from the window of the carriage like a fairy coming out of a painting.

"Sister-in-law, you are so beautiful, my eldest brother is really blessed."

Zhan Xinglan's arm was on the car window, his chin was propped up on his arm, he lifted the curtain on the window with his head, and tilted his head to stare at Ye Yunyu intently.

Ye Yunyu's cheeks were red from her sister-in-law's shout, and a little shyness appeared on her cold face.

"It's your bad mouth, I haven't married your eldest brother yet."

"We're going to get married the day after tomorrow, Lan'er just changed her words a few days earlier."

Zhan Xinglan playfully bent her crescent-like eyes, causing Ye Yunyu to smile dotingly.

After a while, the palace door opened.

Zhan Nanjing saw Ye Yunyu under the willow tree from a distance.

He was about to walk forward quickly, but he heard someone calling behind him.

"Zhan Da Langjun."

Zhan Nanjing turned around, but found that this person was Yuan Shuyi, the son of Yuan Erlangjun born to Yuan Mingzhe's stepmother.

"Yuan Erlang is polite."

Although this Yuan Shuyi is Yuan Mingzhe's younger brother, he has the opposite personality to Yuan Mingzhe, and he doesn't like to associate with his son-in-law in the capital in Su Rili, and he is a nerd.

Therefore, Zhan Nanjing and him only have a few faces, and they are not familiar with each other.

"I don't know what happened to Yuan Erlangjun?"

"I've heard a long time ago that Zhan Da Langjun High School is exploring flowers, and I'm here to congratulate you."

Yuan Shuyi bowed to Zhan Nanjing, but confused Zhan Nanjing.

It stands to reason that they don't know each other, Yuan Shuyi's eldest brother Yuan Mingzhe has a holiday with the Zhan family, how could Yuan Shuyi come to congratulate him?

Do you have something to ask for?

Zhan Nanjing hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and responded politely: "Yuan Erlang Jun is polite, it's not early today, and my fiancée is still waiting, why don't you pick a leisure day and talk about it again?" Z.br>

Yuan Shuyi saw the beautiful lady under the willow tree, and hurriedly arched his hand with interest: "This is very good, and I won't bother Zhan Dalangjun in the future."

Zhan Nanjing returned the salute and hurriedly walked towards Ye Yunyu.

But Yuan Shuyi was still standing in place, stretching his neck to look at the carriage of the Ming Mansion.

It wasn't until Zhan Nanjing and Ye Yunyu got into the carriage that Yuan Shuyi shook his head in some frustration.

A gust of wind blew by, just in time to blow the curtain on the carriage window.

Yuan Shuyi finally saw the person he wanted to see.

I saw Zhan Xinglan sitting in the carriage with a smile like a flower, and a side face was enough to move people's hearts.

As if he had lost his soul, he moved his steps unobediently, just to catch up with the carriage that was about to turn around and drive ahead, so that he could look at Zhan Xinglan two more times.

But the carriage had already turned around, and Yuan Shuyi's eyes only left a little afterimage of Zhan Xinglan.

He was so stunned that even the little servant of the Yuan Mansion stepped forward to ask him worriedly, he only nodded as if he had lost his soul.

Time is in a hurry, and the Zhanye family is getting busier and busier.

Red tent mantle, fruit refreshments.

The little servants in the house were busy from day to night, hardly stopping for half a moment.

It's finally time to get married.

Ye Yunyu wore a green wedding dress, wore a golden hairpin given by His Majesty to bid farewell to Ye Rusheng, and slowly walked towards the sedan chair.

Halfway through, a group of relatives of the Ye family stepped forward to block the way to the sedan chair, which was called "barrier car", and money must be left to pass.

Since then, the sedan chair has been unimpeded, and the flower girls on both sides have raised petals to both sides, which is so lively.

Until the sedan chair stopped in front of the Ming Palace, the relatives of the Ye family tapped Zhan Nanjing with red sticks, and the name of this ceremony was "Son-in-law", which means that the bride's family has to rely on, even if she enters the groom's house later, the bride cannot be bullied at will.

Next is the bride and groom walking to the red cloth that leads to the Ming Palace.

The golden boy and the girl threw grains and grains at them.

The bridegroom and the bride cross the brazier.

The iceman on the side shouted, "The newcomer crosses the fire, and blessings fall from the sky!"

After stepping over the brazier, he crossed the saddle.

"The newcomer crosses the saddle, and I am safe!"

The last thing to cross is a small bag of millet.

"The newcomer crosses the grain and has plenty of food and clothing!"

As soon as the two stepped over, the onlookers immediately cheered and cheered.

Zhan Nanjing always held Ye Yunyu's hand tightly, and did not reluctantly let go until he had crossed all the salutes.

The entire front hall is solemn and festive, with the big red word "Happy" pasted on the screen behind the seats.

Zhan Bofeng sat on the left side in front of the word Xi, and on the right side of the table was placed Tang Ange's tablet.

The bridegroom and the bride bow to the heavens, bow to the earth, and the husband and wife bow to their parents.

Zhan Bofeng looked at his son and daughter-in-law with relief, with tears in his eyes.

After the ceremony, the bride is sent to the Fuyang residence, and the groom stays to greet the guests.

The jubilant and lively Mingguo Mansion did not regain some calm until nightfall.

Zhan Nanjing returned to Fuyangju with red lanterns hanging high with the support of the little girl.

What made him strange was that he was obviously drunk when he was drunk, why didn't he get drunk after drinking so much today.

But now is not the time to think about that, there are more important things waiting for him tonight.

And under the pavilion corridor not far from Fuyangju, there were two figures.

"Life is a pleasure, but you get what you want. It turns out that a lover is so happy when he gets married."

Zhan Xinglan couldn't help but sigh, her eldest brother has liked Ye Yunyu for many years, and now he has achieved a positive result.

Wen Renzhuo stood behind her, staring at her with his head down, a pair of affectionate eyes withholding love.

"If you touch the people you like with your heart, it is really a joy in life."

After hearing this, Zhan Xinglan looked at Wen Renzhuo playfully, "Listening to the meaning of this, does Ah Zhuo also have someone who is happy?"

Wen Renzhuo was disturbed by Zhan Xinglan's beautiful eyes, hurriedly put aside his eyes, turned to look at the sky with his hands behind his back, and pretended to be relaxed:

"No, how can a chivalrous man as free as the wind like me be entangled in the love of his children?"

Zhan Xinglan raised his eyebrows and chased after him.

"If you are a chivalrous man in the world, why do you stay in the capital for a long time?"

Wen Renzhuo's expression moved slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "I was going to leave a long time ago, but I was delayed because someone entrusted me with an important matter. Alright, there's probably nothing I need help with here, so I'll go first."

Wen Renzhuo turned around and smiled at her, then turned over and stepped over the low hurdle, striding away with his back to Zhan Xinglan, but as soon as he turned around, the smile on Wen Renzhuo's face immediately dissipated.

He complained about why he was so cowardly, and he didn't even have the courage to ask Zhan Xinglan directly.

But he didn't dare to face Zhan Xinglan's answer, for fear that it would be the same as what he thought.

He was in high spirits all the way, and the joy in the streets seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Back at the inn, Qin Dai had been waiting for him for a long time.