As soon as the fire went out, Yang Xiankang called Huizhu to get on the sedan chair quickly.
But Huizhu's wedding dress was dirty, so she went back to Cuixi's room where she was dressing to tidy up, then walked out with her head lowered, and hurriedly got on the sedan.
The sedan chair stopped in the yard. He Jiunian and Yuan Jianshuo both went to wash their hands before coming over. Cuixi's clothes were also dirty, her shoes were all soaked, and she looked a little embarrassed. Yang Xiankang took out a large handkerchief and threw it to Cui Xi, asking her to wipe her hands and clothes first.
"Change shoes?" he asked in a low voice.
"Forget it, I need to wear red shoes when I send you off to the wedding, and this is the only pair I have." Cui Xi stamped her feet, "It's not far anyway. Let's change it later."
"Okay." Yang Xiankang nodded, "According to the rules, I can't go there, so be careful."
"Yes, the girl also told me." Cui Xi stretched out her hand to straighten Yang Xiankang's clothes, and leaned down to wipe off a large piece of dirt from the hem of his clothes. "If this little study is burned down like this, the girl will definitely be sad."
At this time, Liu Yao also cleaned his clothes and glanced at the mess in the small study. He was actually a little worried that Yang Xianrong would be angry and sad. He shook his head slightly before following Yang Xiankang and Cuixi. main entrance.
The small sedan chair carried by two people was carried out from the gate very steadily. After all, it was He Jiunian and Yuan Jianshuo who carried it, so it was naturally fast and stable.
Cui Xi and Liu Yao were both following the sedan chair and walking very fast.
This situation doesn't look like someone sending a bride off, but rather like someone rushing to deliver something.
The Yang Mansion and Prince Sima Ying's Mansion are not far apart. It takes less than half a stick of incense to walk there. There are shops on both sides of the long street. Today is the Lantern Festival again. Large and small lanterns have been hung all over the shop entrances, waiting for the sky to darken. will ignite. Now the red and green colors are swaying against the cold wind, making it very lively.
Some people stood on both sides of the long street early, talking about today's wedding. The key point is that when they saw the dowry in ten large wooden boxes behind the two-carriage sedan, they felt envious, jealous and hateful. They also talked about the story of the Queen of the Jin Dynasty and the incident of Sima Yingke's wife.
The crowds are bustling and noisy, and there are even traveling merchants and vendors who want to make money during the Lantern Festival, carrying burdens and walking along the streets selling everything from pancakes to steamed buns, roasted sweet potatoes and candied haws.
As more and more people gathered, order became chaotic.
Qin Chaoge had already brought the military guards from the Beijun Mansion over to maintain order, for fear of any accident. As a result, a stove for roasting sweet potatoes fell down, and the hot burning coals were scattered all over the floor. People fled in panic, so there was a small commotion.
When Yuan Jianshuo and He Jiunian saw this situation, they immediately increased their vigilance. He Jiunian was in front and only dodged slightly when he saw someone falling over. Yuan Jianshuo immediately exerted force on his arms and changed the direction, finally not tilting.
The people who scattered to avoid the charcoal fire cursed and left the middle of the road amid the shouts of Qin Chaoge and his guards, vacating the long street.
When he was successfully carried to the door of Prince Sima Ying's mansion, Sima Ying was already waiting at the door. He was not wearing wedding clothes, but was wearing the official uniform of a prince, a purple python robe, and a gold crown. He looked polite but had a faint chilling air. Above his head was a swaying red wedding lantern, swaying in the cold wind, but it conveyed such a desolate meaning.
Zhao Zhuo and six military guards stood in a row behind Sima Ying. They were still in capable military uniforms, black and red in color, and had no expressions. They kept staring at the person coming in the sedan chair. Because there had been so many bad situations before, they all brought sabers and even secretly opened the scabbards, thinking that if something happened, they could rush over as quickly as possible.
Liu Yao was the leader in sending off the bride. He stood in front of the palace, cupped his hands towards Sima Ying, and said loudly: "Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince for accepting a concubine today. The common people have brought the sedan chair!"
Sima Ying glanced at Liu Yao, bowed her hand politely, and said, "Thank you, Brother Liu. Please come in for a glass of wine later."
"Okay." Liu Yao's heroic spirit actually reminded the onlookers that he was the one who rescued Yang Xianrong from the sea of fire that day, and the discussion became even louder.
Liu Yao didn't like such publicity, and had already made a "please" gesture, asking Sima Ying to get down from the door steps as soon as possible, lift the curtain of the sedan chair and invite the bride to come out. He shook his head secretly, indicating that there were no accidents along the way.
Sima Ying calmed down, strode over, and reached out to lift the sedan curtain. But at this moment, he still took a step back in horror, covering his mouth and nose, his expression uncertain.
Liu Yao ignored the etiquette and immediately went to watch in the sedan chair. A strange aroma spread in the air, and he immediately covered his mouth and nose.
There sat a charming-faced bride, a living woman.
But she is not Huizhu, orchid, or green bamboo. She is a young woman whom I have never seen before.
She was wearing a red brick wedding dress, which was exactly the same as Huizhu's.
He looks pretty good, and looks very handsome and Zhou Zheng. There was no powder on her face, and she had a fair face with a smile between her brows and eyes. However, the faint blood flowing from the corner of her mouth ruined her beauty, which made people feel extremely strange.
"Who are you?" Liu Yao wanted to reach out and take off the soft sword from his waist, but facing such a bride, it seemed that swords should not be facing each other, so he had to take a half step back.
"Brother Ying, don't you recognize me?" The woman smiled happily, but when she opened her mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was even more shocking.
Sima Ying took a step forward, hugged her, and asked in a trembling voice: "Huazhi, is that you?"
"It's me. Look, I'm still your bride, right?" Huazhi smiled brightly, but her face suddenly turned pale and her eyes lost their luster.
"What happened? What happened?" Sima Ying shouted, shaking her body, "Huazhi, why are you here? What did you do?"
Before Huazhi could answer, a woman rushed out from the crowd of onlookers. Qin Chaoge's eyes were quick and he immediately drew out his long knife and planned to intercept it. But the woman's skills were very strong and neat. She dodged Qin Chaoge's long knife and arrived at the sedan chair in the blink of an eye.
Liu Yao's soft sword had also been drawn out from his waist and unfolded, blocking her way. Zhao Zhuo and his military guards also formed a formation and surrounded the woman.
But this woman's hair was gray and her appearance was very old. However, she didn't have any sharp weapons in her hands. She didn't mean to kill anyone. She just looked at Huazhi who was becoming more and more unconscious and shouted: "Why do you need it?"
