For Meihong, he sincerely hopes that she can live better under the premise of having his own purpose.

"Come on, Gongzi, after you were born, father didn't take a good look at you..."

Beckoning to the younger sister, Fujiwara Bubi waited softly like a father.

Meihong watched the people busy and preparing for her mother's funeral. She cried and shed tears, and walked to Fujiwara Bubi.

Meihong wears a wedding gown sewn by her mother. The bright red makes her look like a passionate rose.

"Miyako is really beautiful. This dress suits you very well. Your mother's craftsmanship is still so good."

Fujiwara sighed without waiting. He hugged Meihong gently and patted her on the back, "...Don't be sad, you are going to be married in two days, and your mother definitely doesn't want you to be sad, just Use your marriage and this celebration to dissipate the sadness of your mother's death."

"I see... Father."

Meihong bit her lower lip and nodded firmly as she watched her mother's body being put in a coffin by her servants.

"There is no need to hold a funeral. It is a bit unlucky to have a funeral before the marriage."

"Gongzi, as long as you dress up nicely and happily wait for the marriage, father will do the rest."

Finally, he said to Meihong, Fujiwara Bubi waited for the company of the housekeeper Murakami, and left the yard.

Standing at the door of the yard, looking at the Fujiwara House built by him, Fujiwara couldn't help but wait.

"Murakami, how long have you been with me?"

"Master Fujiwara, the villain has followed you for thirty-four years..."

"It's been so long..."

Fujiwara looked at this loyal butler who had been helping him manage the family, and whispered softly.

"Fujiwara-sama, are you worried about something? Now that the lady is about to marry, what you worry about shouldn't happen."

"No, you don't understand, you don't understand... It's because I'm too calm, I'm afraid, I just hope that, it's all because I think too much."

Fujiwara touched his heart and shook his head and said.

"How much of the Fujiwara family's property has been transferred?"

"Half, do I need to continue to transfer?"

Fujiwara couldn't wait to think for a while, and said: "No, this is enough. I have prepared for the worst. I just hope that I will never use those to the point..."

"Murakami, I will trouble you in the past two days. If you want to make your lady's wedding more grandiose, you can ask about it personally. Although my Fujiwara family is beginning to decline, it is not something that the younger generation can covet. When Miyako is married, our Fujiwara family will be able to stabilize the situation. After a period of time, after the storm has passed, with the help of Liangyi, we may not be able to rise."

"Fujiwara-sama, please rest assured, I will do it well."

"Well, I'm still very relieved when you do things."

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The splendid cherry blossoms are releasing their own short-lived youth in Heianjing. The Senbonzakura of Yamato Country, from north to south, at this moment, abandoning the influence of climate, and at the same time, it is full of the world.

The pale pink flowers of death sprinkled from the branches, and the agreed time limit came as promised.

Meihong knelt down on the tatami, and let the maids paint her rouge. The festive red wedding dress covered her petite body. Every stitch and every thread condensed all the hard work of Meihong's mother.

"Miss is really good-looking today..."

The maid who painted her crescent eyebrows said with a smile.

"Yep……"

Meihong smiled softly at the maid, she buried all her sorrow in her heart, waiting for the most important moment in her life with the happiest and happiest face.

With slender fingers clutching the red sleeves, Meihong's cheeks slowly softened, and she muttered to herself softly, "...Meihong will listen to her mother and be a good wife with husband and child. Meihong will definitely not I let my mother down, and I hope my mother can bless Meihong."

When Meihong and the maid talked quietly, the entire Fujiwara house suddenly became noisy.

"Huh? Why did you come so fast?"

The maid who was putting on make-up panicked, and the movements on her hands quickened. Make-up is a delicate task. It is a big sin if the line is not done well when the wedding party arrives.

"It did come a little faster..."

Meihong is also a little puzzled, but her mood is more excited.

Under her sweet smile, the door of this house was pushed open, and then the sister's blushing face froze there. The maid who was putting on makeup did not even notice that the rouge on her hand fell to the ground.

The people who came were not the wedding reception team who wanted to take Meihong to the shrine, but the imperial imperial army with cold faces and heavily armed forces!

"Fa, what happened?"

At this time, Meihong and the maids discovered that the noise in the Fujiwara House was not a festive joy, but a burst of crying!

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"By the order of the Emperor Taizheng, Fujiwara will not wait for the corruption of morals, favor favoritism, form gangs, and exclude dissidents. He will run wild and take him back to the palace to wait for his departure. The rest will not wait to stop, those who stop, and kill No pardon!"

The few soldiers who were obsessed with Taito, dressed in armor and full of murderous intent, knew at a glance that they were the elite of the soldiers. The leader of the soldiers spoke succinctly and ruthlessly. A pair of cold eyes made people tremble.

"This is an order issued by His Majesty the Emperor and Liangyi Taizheng Public. You all stay honestly. If you dare to make any rash actions, you can blame me for being ruthless."

Frightened by the soldiers' words, Huarong paled, and several maids were shaking, and they knelt down with their hands over their heads. These maids who have been living in Fujiwara's house, no matter where they have seen this kind of formation, the corners of their eyes are flushed, crying.

When all the maids knelt down, only Meihong was still standing, which made her look extremely abrupt.

"How could husband and husband do this?"

Meihong shook her head in disbelief. She clenched her fist and dragged her heavy wedding gown over the maids, just to go out.

"You get out of the way, I want to see my husband in person!"

"Huh!"

The sharp Taito was pulled out by the leading soldiers, and the blade that was able to cut off the head easily, lay across the red and white snow of the girl's neck.

Meihong only felt a tremor all over, the murderous intent on the knife irritated her to stand upside down, but she still stared at the soldier in front of her without fear.

"Be one step forward, just stop blaming me for being impolite!"

As the imperial imperial army, when the Yamato country is still thriving, these soldiers have not fallen, and they are strictly implementing orders.

Another soldier on the side grabbed the head of the man's arm, and under his puzzled eyes, he whispered: "She is wearing a wedding dress, and it should be Fujiwara Meihong."

After hearing these words, the soldier holding the sword put the sword back into the sheath again and nodded imperceptibly.