On December 28, the snow stopped and the weather was extremely cold.
Early in the morning, the entire palace was decorated with lanterns and colors and was full of joy. Even though Sima Ying repeatedly emphasized that getting married should be simple and without extravagance, the people doing the work still made it extremely lively. According to Sima Lun's words, "The bride uses all the Queen's items. In order to match these things, it is natural to have a lively event. Besides, if we don't have a New Year's Eve banquet this year, we will use your wedding to do it." Let’s wish Jin Dynasty a happy new year.”
Naturally, Sima Ying didn't have much to say, so she just let them do their thing. In fact, being able to prepare so thoroughly in just seven or eight days really exhausted everyone.
Emperor Sima Zhong didn't mind the trouble of watching the excitement. Originally, it would be enough for the newlyweds to go to the palace to pay their respects the next day, but he had been clamoring to go to Sima Ying's house to see the bride early in the morning. This gave Yang Xianrong a headache because they had not prepared anything. She did not even dress up or wear a gift dress.
"So what? I am the emperor! I am going to give him face." At this time, Sima Zhong understood very well, and even put on a black mink fur coat, which matched his strong body and looked extremely handsome. momentum.
Luzhu quickly tied up Yang Xianrong's hair into a bun and found a black coat that matched the emperor's mink coat. In the Jin Dynasty, black was regarded as noble. On Yang Xianrong's coat, her mother also embroidered large peonies with rich blooming flowers, which further enhanced Yang Xianrong's charming appearance.
Even though it was a light carriage, everyone was extremely surprised and even knelt down when the emperor's chariot arrived at Sima Ying's palace. Sima Zhong was extremely satisfied with this. With a smile on his face, he opened the car curtain and took a look. He said to the petite Yang Xianrong beside him: "Queen, my younger brother Ying is getting married today. I am here to officiate for him."
Yang Xianrong curled her lips and saw Sima Lun, Sima Ying, a group of Sima family members and adults kneeling under the chariot. She finally felt what the glory of the emperor was all about.
Rights are really a good thing.
"Your Majesty, please let everyone level up. It's so cold in this world of ice and snow." People who were close to the chariot heard her soft voice, and even felt a little warm in their hearts. Some people from the Sima family even looked up at Yang Xianrong, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that such a beautiful woman was surrounded by such a person.
But so what? This is the emperor of Jin Dynasty.
Since Sima Zhong is here, Sima Lun has to stand aside.
Zhang Du struggled to get Sima Zhong out of the chariot, then let him sit on the special chariot and pushed him into the main hall. Yang Xianrong followed him without saying a word.
While waiting for Sima Zhong and Sima Lun, they were already seated and ready, and the sedan chair just arrived in front of the palace.
This is the sedan chair of my wife, Sun Xiaohe. She should go in first.
People who were familiar with Sima Ying, as well as those lively military guards, had already gathered around Sima Ying and stood at the gate. The young man in fresh clothes is actually very eye-catching. The women who were watching couldn't help but start whispering, gossiping about the rumors about Sima Ying's "wife subjugation", and they were extremely envious of his bride Sun Xiaohe who was about to marry him.
Eight people carried the sedan chair, with red curtains and gold trim. Although there is also a phoenix pattern, it is obviously much smaller than that of Yang Xianrong, and it does not look exquisite.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the fifth girl, right? Someone really dares to marry her." Someone whispered, "This sedan was really made in a hurry, look at the threads."
"Hey, that's it. What about the sedan chair that will be driven out in the next five days?"
"Then we can't be in such a hurry. Master Sun's direct granddaughter seems to be quite favored."
"Why do you care so much? Their Sun family has a queen, a princess, and they will marry a princess in the next year. Haha, they are really noble."
These people were all talking. As the sedan chair descended and the drum music stopped, it was Sima Ying who opened the sedan curtain and welcomed the bride out.
Sima Ying's handsome young man's handsome appearance can actually shine in this gloomy cold weather, which is really eye-catching.
He stood tall and straight, and walked to the front of the sedan surrounded by everyone. Others would be a little shy, but Sima Ying was not at all. She looked at the sedan curtain with a cold face, paused for a moment, and then reached out to lift the sedan curtain.
The moment the sedan curtain was lifted, he smelled a scent.
The bride was naturally fragrant, and he smiled secretly. He had a psychological shadow about lifting the sedan curtain. After all, he had lifted the sedan curtain three times before, but each time had no good results.
He paused for a moment, but his eyes were already looking inside the sedan. There was a woman wearing a red wedding robe sitting in the middle, motionless.
"Cough." Sima Ying coughed lightly, and followed the wishes of the crowd and shouted softly: "Madam."
The woman didn't move.
"Princess." Sima Ying had no choice but to shout again.
The woman still didn't move.
Sima Ying reached out to pull her sleeves, "Princess, you can come out now."
She still didn't move.
The shadow in Sima Ying's heart grew bigger again, and she pulled out her sleeves directly, "Princess."
Her body was a little skewed, something was very wrong.
Sima Ying didn't care much, reached out and lifted the red hijab, and couldn't help but screamed: "Oh my god! Why is he dead again!"
"What?" Zhao Zhuo, the closest military guard, stepped forward and saw that the woman in the sedan chair was pale, her mouth was crooked and her eyes were slanted, her face was ferocious, and black blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth. She was obviously dead.
The onlookers also saw this situation, and the timid ones couldn't help but scream. The sound was passed on to ten, and the sound became louder and louder. A happy event turned into a funeral. Many people thought it was unlucky and immediately turned around and ran away.
When Yang Xianrong got the news, he ignored the surprised looks of others and hurriedly ran from the main hall to the palace gate with his skirt in hand. When he saw Sima Ying standing in front of the sedan with a pale face, Zhao Zhuo had already lowered the curtain of the sedan. Wuwei surrounded the place.
"Queen." Zhao Zhuo felt a lot more at ease when he saw that Yang Xianrong was running faster than Sima Lun and the others.
"Where is Mr. Mao? Let him send away the people watching the ceremony one by one and go do things first. Don't salute." Yang Xianrong waved his hand quickly when he saw other military guards gathered around him. These people have all been to Qingyang County with her and are very familiar with them, making them easy to command. "Really dead?"
"There is no breath." Zhao Zhuo whispered, "I have confirmed it."
"Wu Zuo, Nv Wu Zuo." Yang Xianrong thought for a moment and then said, "Find a few more people to look inside and outside the palace. If there are any suspicious people, arrest them first."
"Yes." Zhao Zhuo took the order and went to do the work.
Only then did Yang Xianrong look at Sima Ying. Sima Ying was looking at her and suddenly laughed again, "Yang Bieme, I am really a wife-killer."
