Yu Jun

The eldest sister of the Cheng family did not know that Liu Boyu was avoiding her and talking to Mrs. Cheng about her wedding in the carriage.

"The materials for the clothes are easy to deal with. They all use bright red. Your Majesty looks good in red. The clothes don't weigh you down. It's just the patterns on the clothes that we can't decide on."

Mrs. Cheng saw that her belly was bulging and she was more than four months pregnant, but her energy was better than when she was raised at home. She did not advise her to go home to recuperate: "Is it His Majesty's or Wu Xiangye's?"

"Your Majesty has no objection." The eldest sister of the Cheng family took out a small piece of red cloth. "Look, your Majesty's embroidery with dragon and phoenix patterns is embroidered with gold thread and is extremely fine."

Mrs. Cheng lowered her head and saw a hibiscus flower embroidered with gold thread. No more than two strands of velvet were used. The embroidery was exquisite.

"Good!" She praised, "Your Majesty is indeed able to hold on. She will definitely wear a gold collar and a phoenix crown that day. They complement each other perfectly. We must hurry up on time. Why don't Wu Xiang's patterns match?"

The eldest sister of the Cheng family put away the cloth: "I said there is no need to embroider any patterns. Wu Xiang is simple and unpretentious, and anything he embroiders is superfluous. Huang Jixiang wants to embroider the colorful golden pheasant because it is based on Zhai's clothing system."

Mrs. Cheng thought about the appearance of Wu Jin wearing a red wedding dress with twelve rows of colorful golden pheasants and a futou on her head, and she suddenly felt that it was neither fish nor fowl.

"Huang Jixiang's brain is not working well. There is no need to embroider. Let's go to his house and let him know what beauty and ugliness mean!"

The eldest sister of the Cheng family smiled and said: "Don't worry, mom. I'll have someone make Huang Jixiang a red robe with a round collar, embroidered with golden pheasants all over it. After the court tomorrow, I'll have the palace attendants send it to his palace to ask him to open his eyes." Big eyes to see clearly.”

Mrs. Cheng slapped her thigh: "Yes, that's good. You can convince people with reason."

She was very emotional: "Since His Majesty entered the fort, female soldiers are no longer just escorting grain and fodder, and doing miscellaneous work in the rear camp. They can charge into the battle, show their talents, and become famous all over the world. Now His Majesty reuses you as a female official in the inner court. In the future, you will be in the harem. There will be women everywhere."

The eldest sister of the Cheng family nodded: "There are smart women everywhere in the world, why rely on men to become rich? With His Majesty in the hall, a hundred flowers will bloom."

The mother and daughter were smiling and beaming with joy. Cheng Ting seemed to be the only one in the entire capital who was unhappy.

Losing his freedom was depressing enough, but what made him collapse even more was that on August 19, the day of His Majesty's wedding, he was still confined at home and could not go out.

He was bored all day long, moving the little Cheng Zhai from front to back, from east to west, teasing his son and disturbing Hui Ran. In addition, he was particularly annoying due to his huge size. The slave slave endured it for two days, and finally he repeatedly Wave your hand and tell Daddy to "get out."

The little yellow dog even ran away from him when he saw it - his hair was so bald.

Cheng Ting could only sit in the study room, drink wine with crabs, and drink until his tongue was numb. He put down the wine cup with a bang, took off his clothes, and stood shirtless in the yard.

"Third Master," Pang Dahai caught up with him holding the crane cloak, "What are you doing? You must have drunk too much. I will go to the kitchen to give you..."

Cheng Ting raised his hand and waved him away: "Don't worry about my business."

He stood in the slightly cold night wind for a long time, hoping that he would be able to survive the cold and fever - my mother-in-law loved him so much that she would go to His Majesty to intercede.

Unfortunately, God failed, and he stood for most of the night, unscathed.

He became increasingly upset and sat in his study, uninterested in tea or food.

Xu Huiran kept an eye on him. When she saw that he didn't eat breakfast and lunch, she knew something was wrong.

Mrs. Cheng cannot be alarmed by this matter, otherwise Cheng Taishan will come over with a slap in the face if he finds out about it, let alone go directly to His Majesty to plead for mercy.

The majesty of the emperor is all in the details. Once your majesty has punished you, you will not take it back.

She thought about it, and finally called Pang Dahai: "Go to the public house to find Mr. Wu Xiang, and tell him that the Third Master doesn't want to eat or drink, and ask him to persuade him."

Pang Dahai nodded quickly.

Xu Huiran warned him again: "Avoid the master." "Yes, I know."

Cheng Ting didn't know that Xu Huiran was planning for him. After sitting in the study for a long time, he suddenly heard the "plop" sound of the bright paper on the window being beaten. He got up and opened the window to check. As soon as he opened the window a crack, a strong wind squeezed in and hit the window. Cheng Ting stepped back, papers flying on the table and all over the room.

The window banged on both sides with a clang. He strode forward to close the window and saw Wu Jin holding Fu Tou with one hand and heading into the yard against the wind.

"Wu Jin!" Cheng Ting closed the window with force and opened the door. A strong wind roared past, causing chaos in the room.

He rushed out, dragged Wu Jin into the house, closed the door, and slapped Wu Jin on the shoulder hard: "Why are you here? Did Your Majesty give me permission to go out?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "Not even a day is missing."

"Wu Jin, Mr. Wu, please help me beg His Majesty for a favor. His Majesty will definitely listen to you. I know I was wrong. I will keep my mouth shut when I go to court next time."

Wu Jin bent down under his pull, picked up the paper that had been blown to the ground by the wind, put it on the table, held it down with a paperweight, and swept the fallen leaves that had just been blown into the house into the slag bucket.

Putting down the slag bucket, he glanced at Cheng Ting - Cheng Ting was not wearing a bun, and her bun was messed up by the wind, looking a little pitiful.

He remained unmoved and found a chair to sit down on: "It is a taboo to change orders from morning to night."

Cheng Ting said pitifully: "On August 19th, your wedding day! I can't see such a big event, and I will regret it for the rest of my life! I will never die in peace!"

Wu Jin listened quietly, not impatiently, waiting for him to use his various tricks.

As expected, Cheng Ting slapped her chest loudly: "You can't bear to see me leave this regret, right? If you can let me out, I will -"

He lowered his voice and said, "You must not be clear about drinking together by the bedside. If you are not close to women, I will give you a copy of "Secret Book of Romance and Moon"."

Wu Jin's face suddenly turned red. She stood up suddenly and pushed him away: "Be careful what you say and do."

Cheng Ting was about to speak when the window in the room opened again with a pop. He turned to close the window: "There is no wind..."

The words stopped suddenly, and he and Mo Lingfeng came face to face.

Behind Mo Lingfeng was a livid-faced Cheng Taishan.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" Cheng Ting secretly thought that it was bad luck and hurriedly saluted. Wu Jin turned around and looked at Mo Lingfeng. The autumn wind was raging, blowing the wide sleeves of their robes. Both of them maintained dignified expressions on their faces, like stone sculptures.

Mo Lingfeng walked to Cheng Taishan's house. Hearing that Wu Jin was here, he stopped by to take a look. Unexpectedly, he heard Cheng Ting's big show.

"On August 19th, Cheng Ting is not allowed to go out." Mo Lingfeng glanced at Cheng Ting, turned around and left.

"Yes." Cheng Taishan quickly agreed and bowed to see Mo Lingfeng out.

Cheng Ting was about to cry but Wu Jin lowered his voice and said in his ear: "On your wedding day, just let Dahai serve you in jail for one day."

After that, he lifted up the hem of his clothes and left. He took one step forward, suddenly turned his head, and looked at Cheng Ting who suddenly realized that he hesitated to speak. Without saying the last word, he hurriedly walked out.

In the courtyard, the imperial guards marched forward in three-step groups, armed with knives, and surrounded Mo Lingfeng as he went out.

Mo Lingfeng got into the carriage expressionlessly, stretched out a hand from the carriage, lifted the curtain, stuck his head out and said to Wu Jin, "Wu Jin, get in the car."

Wu Jin said goodbye to Cheng Taishan and boarded the carriage. When the curtain was lowered, before he spoke, his face turned red and he forced a smile and said, "Cheng Ting is fooling around."