The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 56: Fan
On top of Chengtian Gate.

The appointment was not made. By dusk, the setting sun's afterglow was scattered all over the Daming Palace. The procession was late, and the eunuchs who were here to accompany the sage to welcome the ladies and to please Li Keyong left in displeasure. The protocol officer of the Southern Court was also absent-minded when it was time to go off duty. Seeing that they could not wait, the sage was estimated to enter the palace tomorrow, so he asked them to go home as well.

He himself was like a stray dog that no one cared about. He spent the whole afternoon in the wind at Chengtian Gate, sometimes strolling, sometimes humming, and sometimes absent-minded.

It was not until dusk that he was about to leave with Xiao Wang and other soldiers when a woman in purple came along Chengtian Street.

Yu Wenrou came up the stairs quickly and reported with a smile: "The Saint... has arrived!"

"Where are the others?" Seeing the saint standing there alone, Yuwen Rou looked around.

"I see they can't wait any longer, so let them go." The saint didn't care about these guys who were used to adding icing on the cake. He straightened his leather, belt, pendant, and ribbon, hung up the sword, and tried his best to put on the twelve white jade tassels and the gold-decorated crown.

According to etiquette, the next process would be complicated, but the country was in such a state that the actual enforcement was extremely limited - the huge scandal the year before last, the eunuchs, according to their ranks, wore white hairpins, and complete purple, scarlet, and green court robes to participate in the suburban sacrifice. This violation of the rules had a far worse impact than a wedding, but apart from a few brave censors who died violently after criticizing, who dared to say anything.

Ugh.

The ritual system could not be restored in one day, so the saint, who had already prepared himself mentally, went to Chengtian Gate alone to welcome the bride, and then welcomed the bride in. Then the musicians of Taichang Temple played music and performed the Huxuan dance.

When their eyes met, Li Ye realized that brides in this era did not wear veils.

But the legendary Shatuo woman was very tall, about 1.75 meters tall, neither fat nor thin. She was wearing a scarlet dress and a purple gauze, with a red seal on her forehead, and light makeup, staring at him from a distance.

If a fight breaks out in the boudoir, can it be put down?

After looking at it for a while, the saint felt relieved that it was not the fierce tank he had imagined.

Soon, the dance music organized by the Taichang Temple came to an end. Zhu Xiewusi got off the Yan Di carriage, sat on the prepared horse, and walked slowly under the guidance of the driver from the Taifu Temple.

At the same time, upon hearing that the new bride had arrived, Concubine He brought her servants as well as Li Zhaoyi, Pei Jieyushi, Chen Meiren and others to Chengtian to watch the ceremony.

Ximen Chongsui, who had not yet recovered from his illness and had not been seen for more than half a month, also dragged his fat and heavy body in from Danfeng Gate. He was so bold - a large group of Chang'an heroes and Yaowu Army warriors carrying weapons surrounded an uncovered sedan chair from front and back, and the palace maids were so scared that they hurriedly dodged.

Ximen Chongsui lay dizzy on the seat, supporting his head, and occasionally spit out thick phlegm.

"Military appearance!" The saint was surprised.

Ximen Chongsui waved his hand at him, indicating that he should not worry about it.

What disease did this old swineherd have? He has been so listless until now. How can he still stand up?

At this time, Zhu Xiewusi rode his horse and came ten steps in front of the saint.

The saint walked forward and waited for Zhu Xiewusi to dismount, then took her hand and walked towards the palace. Zhu Xiewusi remained calm and allowed the man to lead her.

The last step is to worship God, Hou Tu and ancestors in turn.

After that, the sage caught a pair of wild geese tied with red ribbons that he had prepared in advance and released them - performing the ceremony of offering the geese according to ancient customs to show that he had not let his life down.

After the ceremony, they went to Penglai Palace hand in hand, and performed the rituals of sharing the same prison, drinking the same cup, bunning the same hair, removing the flowers, and fanning the saint. The saint's bedroom had already been decorated festively, with red lights, red carpets, and red curtains, and on the table were steamed meat of three animals and wine.

The female official brought a plate of meat and handed out two pairs of chopsticks. The sage and Zhu Xiewusi took the chopsticks and ate half each. This was the same meal.

"Virtuous Concubine." The saint scooped a ladle of bitter wine from the clay pot, raised his head to drink it all, and then turned the wooden ladle over.

Zhu Xiewusi laughed, covered his face with his sleeves, drank slowly, and called out, "Li Lang."

This is the wedding ceremony.

Afterwards, the sage took off the pearl curtain crown, untied the belt, and let her long hair fall loose on her shoulders. Zhu Xiewusi also took off her hairpins and other accessories and also let her long hair fall loose. The concubines and female imperial concubines who were watching the ceremony were jealous and sighed. The ceremony of a concubine of the first rank was so grand.

Ugh.

Two female officials walked behind them with scissors, smoothed their long hair with their five fingers, cut off a lock, and tied it into a knot under the gaze of everyone. The woman cut her hair into a bun, and the man also parted his hair and tied it into a knot - this is the "Heji", to show that they will grow old together.

After the ceremony of laying down the goose in the same pot and drinking the same cup, and combining the hair styles, the female official brought water and began to remove Zhu Xiewusi's makeup and ornaments, which was called "removing the flowers".

After finishing the work, a female official handed over a silver fan with both hands. Zhu Xiewusi had obviously been taught by the women in his family. He took the fan skillfully and held it upright in front of him, covering his face, waiting for the sage to speak, but his red face was revealed by the fan.

In his heart, the sage silently recited the words of the Ministry of Rites: "In the misty evening, lotus leaves emerge from the water; in the rosy morning, the sun shines on the beams. How about the night of flowers and candles... a light fan covers the red makeup. My beloved is radiant again, at the table... at the table..."

Damn!

The general in the crowd saw that the situation was not good, so he pushed aside the palace maids and waiters, walked quickly to the side of the saint with his fat body, and said: "Please fan me three times. I am old, please fan me once for the saint to congratulate the couple's deep love. It is said: The sun sets in the east, and the bridal chamber opens. When the beauty goes up to the chamber, her face is as red as a peony. If it rains, can you give me the silver fan to dew it?"

Zhu Xiewusi's cheeks flushed when he heard this. This general is simply... "Hahaha, the color is as red as a peony, the general is a good poet!" Wang Congxun smiled lewdly, eager to try, "I will also serve the saint?"

The female officials were startled and hurriedly stopped him, and a burst of festive laughter broke out in the hall.

"I'll do it!" The atmosphere was lively. Concubine Pei Zhen was excited and floated to the side of the saint. She looked at Zhu Xie Wusi and said without hesitation: "Outside the Jinguang Gate, the Ba River is rushing. I know that time has passed and people have changed. Who said that Jinyang's heart will be broken? When will the spring breeze not turn the mountains green? The fan's smiling eyebrows are worthy of the falling geese, and Penglai sings in the deep night."

Hiss... The sage then realized that the ancients were also good drivers.

"Very good, very good!" The female officials praised and cheered, and expressed envy towards Pei Zhen. Women from noble families are indeed talented.

Pei Zhen cast a coquettish glance at the saint, then proudly stepped away, lifting her skirt.

The saint finally did not let us down.

Stand back! He wants to write poetry.

The sage walked slowly: "I am tired of the carriage coming from Mount Li in the east, and the fragrant wind blows in the willow branches on the bank. Colorful clouds from the Three Jins fall in Chang'an, and Li Lang misses Zhu Xieyan very much..."

"hiss……"

"What a great man Li Lang is who is obsessed with Zhu Xieyan. Wonderful, really wonderful." Wang Congxun couldn't help clapping his hands and sighing, "Hey, saint, I'll memorize it for you and go back to please my own new wife."

"Sorry for showing off." After showing off, the saint smiled shyly.

Everyone present cheered, except He, who was about to cry. In more than ten years, the saint had not written a poem for her.

After seeing the silver fan, Zhu Xiewusi's eyes lit up. Although this poem was straightforward and simple, it was full of sincerity. It turned out that he was also paying attention to his itinerary. He was picked up by the protocol officer in Mount Li, changed to the Yan Di carriage, and stopped at Baqiao to watch the farming and ponder. He was paying attention to it all...

can.

Zhu Xiewusi was sincerely convinced. He slowly put down the fan. When their eyes met again, he couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Go, go, go!" Wang Congxun pushed the palace servants and shouted, "Go home and rest quickly. The saint is going to have his wedding night. What? Do you want to see more?"

"Don't push me, I can walk." A female official scolded.

This black guy...the saint covered his face.

All irrelevant personnel dispersed, and except for Wang Congxun and his Yingwu Army guarding Penglai Palace and a few servants, there was no one else around.

"Good lady." The saint took Zhu Xiewusi's hand and led her to sit down beside the bed.

Zhu Xiewusi was almost dizzy by the masculine scent that came towards him. The distance between them was so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

She knew the couple was going to have their wedding night, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

Want it tonight?

Ugh.

What my father said is more important - have a baby as soon as possible.

Zhu Xiewusi lay down and closed his eyes.

"bring it on."

……

In the Ministry of Internal Affairs, when the saint was happy, the dim lights illuminated dozens of eunuchs sitting on cushions.

After a while, the eunuch Liu Jishu sighed and said, "Man proposes, God disposes. Who would have thought that the Saint would win the battle in Qizhen? This is God's will. Now that the emperor's power is growing, I think he no longer intends to get close to poor people like us. Instead, he hangs out with warriors. The spies he bribed in the Yingwu Army were killed by the common people. At present, the Saint is accompanied by soldiers and armor when he goes out, and even when he stays overnight in the palace, there are large troops guarding him. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid something unbearable will happen. As the saying goes, it's time to think of a way to deal with him."

"He reconciled with Yang Fugong, showed weakness to Ximen Chongsui, and used the opportunity of personally conquering the Qi people to gain control of the military and cultivate his own party. He also used the momentum of a great victory to rectify the court and establish his prestige. He also appointed the son-in-law of the Grand Marshal to resettle the refugees and buy public opinion. The marriage with Li Keyong was also a done deal. What does the saint want to do? It is clear that he is planning a rebellion..."

The Imperial Envoy Jing Wuxiu snorted coldly and said, "It was a mistake to let him deceive the world. We should not have let him leave the palace long ago. When he made friends with outsiders, we should have secretly killed Wang Congxun and his ilk."

"It's too late to regret."

The Lieutenant of the Right Army, Luo Quanguan, who was sitting on his left, took over the conversation: "Now our authority is declining day by day, and we will be the fish on the chopping block. Now there are three ways to deal with him. Demote or kill him, feed him elixir, and make him indulge in sensual pleasures. If none of them works, then we have to do the most difficult thing, bring the Jiedushi to the capital and depose him, or send him to the vassal state to destroy his reputation."

　One thousand reads, four hundred subscriptions, my writing suffered a setback, and my mentality changed. Alas!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)