"Congratulations!"

Yongzhou Prefecture, above the Song Mansion, is full of lights and beaming.

"Thank you, thank you......"

Song Zhiyuan, the master of the Song Mansion and the head of the Yongzhou Rite House today, stood in front of the hall door with a smile on his face, welcoming the guests in, and constantly greeting him.

He is happy today, because Song Kechan, the pearl in his palm, is finally married.

Song Kechan has been in her teens for ten years, and in this era, she is an older age, and Song Zhiyuan is worried about her life's events. In the past, when I was in Nanyang Mansion, there were many people who proposed marriage, but I never took a fancy to it. Later, he was forced to marry by Yuanhuacheng, but fortunately he was rescued by Xu Nianniang, and the matter has been delayed.

Seeing that her daughter is getting older, as a parent, how can she not be anxious? However, Song Kechan is all tied to Chen Sanlang, and she does not shy away from suspicion when she goes in and out of the house.

For Chen Sanlang, Song Zhiyuan has no opinion, he is a first-class son-in-law. Although Chen Sanlang has married Xu Jun, the dynastic system, three wives and four concubines are quite common, especially like Chen Sanlang, who is the assassin of Yongzhou and does not marry more wives, not to mention that Chen Sanlang's mother is unwilling, and his subordinates are also unwilling. As a group with a stakehold, the issue of the descendants of the head of the world has never been an individual matter.

As a typical example, the emperor has three palaces and six courtyards, and there are a lot of concubines, many times, it is not that the emperor is unscrupulous, but that he must work hard for the royal inheritance and leave seeds.

It's all the same thing.

Anyway, it has been like this since ancient times, and everyone in the world recognizes this truth.

Song Kechan and Chen Sanlang were in contact, but Song Zhiyuan couldn't ask for it and would not object. However, Chen Sanlang's attitude is ambiguous and anxious.

Several times, Song Zhiyuan wanted to come to the door in person to say goodbye. However, all along, all kinds of incidents have been complicated, one after another, and Song Zhiyuan is more worried that Chen Sanlang will be embarrassed if he refuses.

God is pitiful, some time ago, Chen Sanlang, an elm pimple, finally opened his mind and sent someone to ask for a kiss. Song Zhiyuan was overjoyed, and immediately chose an auspicious day, anyway, this eventful autumn, the sooner the better, so as not to change.

Today is a day of great joy.

As the head of the ceremonial house, Song Zhiyuan is familiar with the etiquette system, all kinds of matters, all kinds of procedures, and arranging them in an orderly and meticulous manner.

After working for most of the day, all the gifts were completed and the bride was sent into the room. Chen Sanlang still had to stay in the hall to entertain the guests.

"Brother Song, congratulations on finding a fast son-in-law who rides the dragon!"

On the Song Mansion, Zhou Fencao rushed to the scene and raised a glass to congratulate Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan had already drunk a lot of wine, and he smiled: "Thank you Fencao, hey, Kechan marries out, and I, as a father, will be at ease." ”

Zhou Fencao smiled, he was also happy for his best friend.

Song Zhiyuan said again: "On that day, you asked me to defect to my son, and I struggled in my heart. Fortunately, the decision was made in the end, otherwise, it would have become a dry bone in the grave. ”

"There is no need to talk about the past, just look forward. From then on, you and I will work together to help Gongzi manage the foundation and achieve great things. ”

"Well said, toast!"

"Drink!"

A piece of brushed cups is raised, and at this moment, drink and gather together.

In the evening, Chen Sanlang, who was a little drunk, came to the new house.

Hearing the babbling sound of the door opening and closing, Song Kechan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, couldn't help but feel nervous in her heart, and couldn't help but reach out and grab the corner of her clothes.

As a first-time wife, it is inevitable that she will be a little scared when facing men and women for the first time, especially what Xu Jun told her before. She said that although her husband was born as a scholar, he practiced martial arts and was vigorous.

Saying this, Song Kechan felt even more worried, not because she was afraid that Chen Sanlang would be too violent, but because she was worried that she would not be able to satisfy her husband with her new grace and rain.

Chen Sanlang entered the room, and he had already had a similar experience, so he seemed familiar. quickly helped Song Kechan remove the hijab, revealing a picturesque face.

Song Kechan has an intellectual beauty, she was a little cunning and naughty when she was young, but after a lot of experience over the years, she slowly faded away from her youthful heart and became demure and gentle.

After drinking a glass of wine, Song Kechan's face turned red, and she said softly: "Xianggong, let the concubine help you loosen your clothes." ”

Chen Sanlang smiled: "Chan'er, the matter of wide clothes, let the husband come, I have experience." ”

There was some provocative meaning in these words, Song Kechan was so ashamed that she lay on the bed, not daring to move.

Outside, the sky darkened, the wind rose, and after a while, there was a sudden thunderclap, and silver snakes flew and staggered.

"It's going to rain......"

The hibiscus tent was warm, and Chen Sanlang, who was working hard, heard the thunder and spoke.

"Uh-huh......"

Song Kechan, who was made weak by him, was so confused that she didn't hear what he said at all.

"Let's make the storm more intense, then. ”

Chen Sanlang muttered, burying his head into the soft body.

"Ahh

Song Kechan couldn't hold back the scream in her throat anymore, and screamed out in pain and joy.

After a flash of lightning and thunder, a violent storm came, and the rain poured down, hitting the roof and windowsill crackling, and it was intertwined with the sound of the house, becoming a piece of music.

It's a midsummer rain, and it won't be long before the crops in the fields outside the city will bear fruit and usher in the harvest season.

This year, there will be a bumper harvest.

......

In the capital, which is thousands of miles away, it is also a rainy night tonight, and the night sky is pitch black, as if ink has been splashed on it. Occasionally, the lightning swept by, and it was extremely hideous.

The hour is not early, and the Forbidden City, shrouded in rain, is dimly lit, revealing a bit of sparseness.

During this period of time, this splendid golden city was plagued by wars, and after one tragic battle, there were crumbling and broken places everywhere. Even some corners of the overgrown weeds were unrepaired, and there was a dilapidated smell emanating from them.

In the palace, the light was on in the imperial study, and Yuan Wenchang sat on a chair, like a carved stone, hard and stable.

But his beard has been stained with countless hoarfrost. The cheeks began to sink and appear thin.

Since the incident, repeated wars, and perseverance, it is a great consumption of personal mental and physical strength, but Yuan Wenchang finally became the master, entered the capital, and sat on the Jinluan Palace. However, he did not claim the title of emperor, but in the name of "Qing Jun's side", he set up an eight-year-old royal child as the emperor, and this child was the son of the fourth prince.

Yuan Wenchang's approach is quite clever and can greatly alleviate the current contradictions.

It's just that many things change with the times and the situation, and they are often beyond the control of manpower.

Looking at the thick pile of urgent information on the bookcase, Yuan Wenchang frowned: These military reports were all sent back from Liangzhou, and there was only one main content, Mengyuan Iron Cavalry was raging, attacking the city and plundering the pool, burning and killing and plundering, and it was about to conquer the entire Liangzhou!

It was Yuan Wenchang's original idea to let Meng Yuan go out of the army, but he never expected that the other party would be so fierce, and he fought in a short time, and in time, he might be in the city.

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different......"

Listening to the sound of the storm outside, Yuan Wenchang sighed.