Early in the morning on the auspicious day of the wedding, the concubines filled the bathtub with steaming hot water, and served Le Lingzi to bathe and change clothes. .

"The lady is beautiful..." Even her dowry concubine Kong Jiao couldn't help but let out a voice of admiration.

"Is it?"

Le Lingzi sat in front of the dressing table, facing the polished bronze mirror, with a pretty face like a flower like jade, and behind her was an envious Kong Jiao.

Today, she has been carefully dressed up. She turned out to be a beautiful woman with the daughter of a Dayi merchant, and now she looks even more poised. But her eyebrows, which had been repaired, were lightly frowned, and she was still worried about the marriage that had come before her.

Originally, there were not many twists and turns in this marriage, but this time when I came to Jin, the cloud of war shrouded in the road never dissipated, and in addition, there were all kinds of things that disturbed the fiance's mood, and people.

However, she still had to set an example for the woman behind her. Le Lingzi raised a pair of wide sleeves and twirled gently in front of the bronze mirror, revealing a confident smile.

"It's really beautiful."

These few days, their temporary residence is located in Waiguo, Wenxian County, by the river. This place is in Hezhiyang, in Wenzhisi, and in the afternoon, the bride in full dress walks out of the room. The river wind blows, and the robes fly. The brightly-dressed brides gathered in front of her, and gathered her unstained white clothes, like a pink butterfly flying among the flowers.

The place where the rut disappeared was the river where the ruts disappeared. She turned her head and looked at the other side of the river. The weather was excellent today, and the river fog dissipated. She could see the scenery on the other side. Zheng Guo crossed the Yellow Pond and went eastward, and it was a fire to divide the land, raising the mother country Song, where he grew up.

She looked forward again, and the grand welcoming team approached with festive shengxiao, and the envoys from both sides saluted each other, and displayed the Lipi, jade bi, guigui, silk and lamb that they had seen. The atmosphere started to get lively.

However, the strict guard of the welcoming team was a bit excessive, with five steps and one post, and ten steps and one post.

This tiny grudge was quickly relieved, because the groom had already come over.

Went here from Shangqiu. Although they didn’t talk much along the way, most of the time they could only communicate through the walls of the car, but the life they hadn’t seen for more than a year was much less. There was still a bit of friendship between them. The couples who share the same bed are much better.

Just thought. The two sides are getting closer and closer, Le Lingzi is separated by the veil, and inadvertently looking forward, he meets his eyes again.

Zhao Wuxi had already walked over generously, and according to the etiquette, he had to serve her on the bus.

"Is his monarch's robe good? Is his Di's robe good?"

She suddenly glanced at the tall Kong Jiao behind her, said such a sentence to Zhao Wuxi, and then looked into his eyes teasingly.

Zhao Wuxi hesitated for a moment, but still replied: "Although I am a scorpion, I want to keep it; whoever calls my heart, plain clothes are like clouds..."

He smiled calmly, but Le Lingzi could see it. He was a little out of his mind, of course not interested in Di Di behind him, but his mind was not here at all. "What happened?" she asked inwardly.

"Nothing." Zhao Wuxi smiled to reassure her.

But her doubts were not dispelled from her heart. If she observed carefully, she could even see some blood stains on the corners of the guards' armor. It seems that this major event in life has just begun, and it is facing various difficulties.

But she still pedaled calmly, the hull started slowly, and after three weeks, he held the reins in his hand and drove forward slowly.

"..." The ceremony of reporting to the temple will be tomorrow. Today is the ceremony of going back to the dormitory to join the prison..."

Zhao's etiquette has already informed Zhao Wuxi of the procedure. Zhao Wuxi can tolerate assassins attacking when he is alone, but once the bride pedals, he is not allowed to make the slightest mistake along the way. The street was well guarded, and the journey was safe and sound, until last year, the Linshui Palace was built for the two of them. This is their new house.

The car stopped, and the wind from the river lifted the curtain of her car, and people looked at it. She is like a white tan in the wind, and everyone is surprised by the elegance of the bride.

But Le Lingzi also faintly heard the whispers from the Jin guests.

"The one in the middle is the bride?"

"Isn't it? Although I can't see her face clearly, a woman who a gentleman can like must be so beautiful!"

"Why don't you ask? Haven't you seen the stars holding the moon?"

"Hehe, but it's strange, why the future lady's clothes are not as beautiful as Cong Di's?"

"Hey, that's true, she's all white and doesn't even have any color."

She was stunned for a moment. It seemed that these Jin people who liked black and red were not used to the white customs of the Yin and Shang survivors. I remember the Fu Mus of the Song Dynasty fondly recalled the grand occasion of Emperor Wuding's marriage to a woman a thousand years ago, "white people are my clothes", white is the purest color, and the bride wears it!

However, only after Zhao Wuxi glanced around, the guests were all silent. At noon today, the general of the Lu Kingdom had just been assassinated for the first time in his life, but he took it easy and kept the ceremony as usual.

Wu Xie turned around and bowed to the bride. The two of them couldn't join hands now, but dragged them with a plain cloth and entered the bedroom together.

Although the Jin people like black and red, the Zhao family expresses their respect for the custom of the old Yin and Shang kingdoms. Not only did the brides dress in plain white, but there was no bright red for future marriages inside and outside the dormitory. Quite a feeling.

He walked straight ahead, but Le Lingzi walked cautiously, his eyes fixed on his back. Because any detail is related to her status in the family, she must not make a joke.

There is such a story in Wei State. A nobleman of Wei State married a bride of Song State. After the bride got into the carriage, she asked, "Whose horse is the horse pulling on both sides?" The master said, "I borrowed it." The bride said to the servant, "While the horses on both sides of the car will be whipped, the horse in the middle will also run, so that you can avoid the pain of being whipped." When the car arrived at the door of the groom's house and helped the bride out of the car, she said to the old woman who was delivering the bride. : "Turn off the stove to prevent fires." When he entered the new house, he saw the left mortar of the pounding rice, and said, "Move it under the window, so as not to hinder the people in the room."

As a result, the host thought she was ridiculous and took it lightly.

The Song people's bride's words these times were all to the point, but she couldn't help being laughed at. This was because the bride had just passed the door, and it was too early to say this.

So Le Lingzi follows his duty. According to his position, under the lead of Zhao Wuxi, he walked the whole journey tremblingly, from a girl to a woman.

...

Spring and Autumn wedding customs are very different from those of later generations. Although there are many guests invited by the Zhao family, even close relatives will not disturb the newlyweds today. The night of the wedding is a matter of two people. Only after finishing all the things that should be done, will they go to the ancestral temple together to meet their father, brothers and sisters the next day. On behalf of the bride officially joined the clan.

So today's wedding is both serious and relaxed. The seriousness lies in the tedious ceremonies, and the ease lies in the fact that most of the time tonight, two people get along in private.

When I entered the hall, I saw that the Zan (assistant salutator) had already set up Zu, Dun, and Wandou in the banquet. Zhao Wuxi asked Lingzi to sit first, and the two sat opposite each other, with the bridegroom in the west and facing east. The bride is in the east, facing west. Their eyes met, and the concubine served on the side, daring not to get involved in the space between the two.

They just sat silently, waiting for the twilight to turn dark, waiting for night to fall.

The groom's dress is heroic, while the bride's plain clothes are pure. Her veil has been removed and she is wearing a phoenix crown, but the two cannot speak during this period. Communicate only by eye contact.

It could be seen that Zhao Wuxi had something on her mind, but she still tried to smile at her and raised her palm to signal her not to be nervous. And don't be impatient.

They have to eat together in prison, and they all sacrifice first and then eat, just like the Westerners in later generations prayed to God before dinner, and they also prayed to their own Haotian God, praying for a lifetime.

After the meal was full, he began to prepare to drink the wine. The admirers wash Jue. The groom first, then the bride. The first two times I used the jue, and the third time I used the 卺.

卺, that is, splitting the gourd (gourd) into two, indicating that two people are divided into two, and when they are combined, they are one, and the husband and wife are together. Later generations called it "acacia wine" and "a cup of wine".

When it was time for the third cup, they were very close, their limbs met, their eyes were very close, and they gently put their daggers to each other's lips. The color of the wine is clear and the taste is mellow. After the nectar entered, the bride's face suddenly turned red, but in the eyes of the man, it became more and more sultry.

Soldier food, withdraw food. The emperor set up a bed for the bridegroom in the west, and the bridegroom in the east.

As the groom's official, Zhao Wuxi had to continue to deal with the guests, while Le Lingzi sat by the bed in the bridal chamber with his head lowered.

Two arm-thick butter incense candles reflected light in the bridal chamber. The silk satin and utensils bestowed by the Dukes of Jin and Song were placed in front of the table, and the plain wedding tent was hung on the edge of the six-legged bed by two gold hooks.

In the new house, in addition to Le Lingzi, there is also the dowry Kong Jiao, she is a little more nervous than the bride, she just stands there like a wooden sculpture and dares not speak.

Le Lingzi sat quietly beside the bed, her breathing was soft and thin, she seemed calm, but in fact her hands were twisted together, showing that she was not at all calm.

It has been almost six years since Zhao Yang and Le Qi hit it off and signed a marriage contract for them. In the days when Song Guo silently kept filial piety to his father and waited for Zhao Wuxi's three-year appointment, Le Lingzi was often worried about his safety and couldn't sleep peacefully at night, fearing that the marriage would eventually fall to the point she was worried about at the beginning.

During the Song Rebellion, she almost thought that the story was about to end in tragedy, but Zhao Wuxi took everyone by surprise, turned the situation in Song State, and saved her and Nanzi.

Now, after years of waiting for the engagement, the final step has finally arrived.

But in the future... Le Lingzi didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help but think about it.

The future husband is very ambitious, and his fierce life is destined to be a test for Le Lingzi and for looking together. Thousands of years old, the flowers bloom for a moment, the scenery and beauty are all left on the side of the water, behind the romance that the world admires endlessly, only cold and warm self-knowledge...

...

Waiting like this, fearing, she has no concept of time, and I don't know how long it has been, maybe half a moment, maybe an hour. With a squeak, it was the groom who entered the room, and then Kong Jiao, who was like a sculpture, withdrew in relief and closed the door lightly outside.

There were only two people in the room, and Le Lingzi felt that his heart was beating so fast that he didn't know if the person who came over had heard it.

Zhao Wuxi felt a little cute when he saw Le Lingzi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stretched out stiffly.

"What?" He walked over, held her hands, and found that they were cold and shivering. He couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, "Are you afraid, Shaojun?"

Le Lingzi did not deny it, but nodded earnestly. "When the gentleman came to the consulate today to welcome his relatives, he seemed to have encountered something?" "Of course, I met a few daring young people..."

Zhao Wuxi didn't hide it from her. He briefly mentioned the assassination at noon today, only omitting the fact that he secretly gave the assassins a chance. "Assassins... There are always people who want to take their lives in this way..." Le Lingzi bit his lower lip, not only worry but also hatred in his eyes. Her father, Le Qi, was assassinated by assassins on Yangchangzhang! "Don't worry, eat a cut and grow one's wisdom, they can't hurt me, and I have never forgotten the grudges of women and men!" "That's not what I'm worried about..." She shook her head. Dao: "A gentleman is invincible, and everything has his own plans."

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Wuxi seriously: "I would like to accompany my husband in the ups and downs, take care of your family, and give birth to an offspring for you. , Zebaisi male..."

The Baitan girl by the Luyuan in the lower palace gave a startling glance, and in a blink of an eye, she was about to become the wife and mother of Kong Zhao, a quiet and peaceful person...

After listening to Le Lingzi's remarks, Zhao Wuxi was very moved. What he values ​​Le Lingzi is this tenacity and graceful heart. She has always been elegant and calm, whether it was when Le Qi was detained, or when Zhao Yang fainted, or when Song was in civil strife, or when she was surrounded by rebel groups.

Apart from his feelings for this woman, it was precisely because of her that Zhao Wuxi accepted this political marriage calmly. It is rare to meet a girl who is filial to her parents and has a good heart, and you can't let go when you meet her.

Besides, she is in troubled times. A good candidate to be the mistress of the Zhao family, when the war is raging, it is not only men but women who need to be strong.

But Le Lingzi's next sentence. But it made him ashamed. "I'm just afraid that my husband's heart is not here..."

Zhao Wuxi was sweating coldly on his forehead. His wife is very smart. This beautiful girl, she seems to understand everything.

He also didn't want to explain too much. Instead, he sat beside his wife and forcibly pulled her hand over and clasped it in his palm. The other hand firmly supported her small chin, turned to face him, looked deeply into the pair of intelligent pupils, and kissed.

...

She was breathless from the kiss, and Zhao Wuxi's hand reached her waist again.

Le Lingzi didn't dare to move, and closed his eyes tightly.

She is no stranger to matters of men and women, not to mention that she was taught about men and women by Fu Mu before her marriage. As for the old bamboo slips that described ancient medical skills, she also recited some ** techniques as necessary knowledge.

But at this moment, her body was soft and she could only endure her shyness, but she still allowed Zhao Wuxi to untie her skirt and take off her clothes one by one. "My heart is here today, and that's enough."

This sentence made her lose her resistance, the candle light went out, and the wedding night began.

...

The newlyweds were alone in the dormitory, while in another place, the banquet was in full swing.

Night has come, the main hall is brightly lit, the torches outside the hall are all lit, and the candlelight in the hall can be seen everywhere. After the guests were in the case, the guests who were entering the door left their sabres and weapons outside, and the guards escorted them through the wide hall. The side seats are full of musicians, including bell masters, sheng players and serge musicians.

Zhao Yang smiled at the guests' flattery at the chief, while Handan Wu and Zhao Luo sat on Zhao Yang's left and right hands, which logically considered a kind of graceful appearance, but Handan Wu was just gloomily drinking.

When Zhao's Yousi came happily and announced that the bride and groom had entered the bridal chamber, the guests got up one after another and recited poems in praise:

"Kazui Siyu, slander Xi. Yier's descendants, Zhenzhenxi! May the Central Military Commissioner have a happy heir soon!"

"Full of wine!" After everyone finished singing, Zhao Yang announced with joy.

The vertical people hurried forward and poured sake into the wine cups of the guests. Zhao Yang raised one hand: "Have fun with the second and third sons!"

Zhao Luo happily held up his hands: "May the Zhao family have a hundred generations of honor!" Everyone said so.

Hundreds of wine cups rang at the same time, announcing that the wedding banquet had entered the party. Handan Wu, like others, made the first cup, and when he was seated, Gu Sheng pointedly asked people to refill it.

But he just took a bite of the delicious food that was served, and then pushed the food away, his face turning slightly blue.

"Does it taste bad, cousin?" Zhao Luo devoured it on the side. The best in Wen County were not soldiers, but Yong people who cooked and seasoned.

"I don't have much appetite today, so I'd better drink more wine." Handan Wu smiled reluctantly, carefully glanced at Zhao Yang not far away, and drank lightly.

He was worried about the fact that after the marriage, he had to go to Xintian to sue Fan and Bank of China.

Thinking of this, he stood up tremblingly, intending to congratulate Zhao Yang for a few more words, so as to reassure himself.

However, as soon as he walked out of the banquet, he felt his legs and feet softened and fell to the ground with a bang, and the wine was spilled on the ground.

"What's the matter, Doctor Handan?" The guests next to him hurriedly came out to help, and the guards in the hall also looked here vigilantly.

"Nothing, nothing..." Handan Wu stood up with the help of others, looking angrily at the floor soaked with wine, and planned to pick up the jug and pour a little more.

However, just as he forced himself to bend over, he caused a violent cough!

The whole feast was turned over by pressing ~lightnovelpub.net~ The concubine dancing beside them jumped out with an exclamation, and the tunes of the musicians who played the drum and qin were also disrupted.

This time, even Zhao Yang's eagle-like gaze swept over, with a trace of displeasure on his face.

There were all kinds of doubts around, half of the guests stood up and wanted to know what happened here, and the guards had already gathered around.

Handan Wu couldn't stand up anymore, his face became more and more red, and his hands tried to touch the wine pot and wine cup, but his eyes were white, and he curled up like a hot prawn! There was also a terrifying whine, but in the end it fell silent.

The people next to him began to exclaim, Zhao Luo and others circled beside him and looked at Handan Wu with fearful eyes.

In the end, it was Zheng Long who strode over and turned Handan Wu over, only to see that his face was as hard as a rock.

Zheng Long put his finger in front of Handan Noon's nose to test it gently, then raised his eyes and announced: "Dead..." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit //m.ia

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