Before dawn the next day, Wang Xifeng, Ping'er and others sent Jia Lian off respectfully.
Arriving in front of the stable in the east cross courtyard, Wang Xifeng burst into tears after holding back the tears for a long time as she watched Jia Lian get on his horse.
In order not to make a fool of herself in front of the servants, she forced herself to look stern and said to Zhao'er and other entourage: "Be more careful outside. You must remember to remind you of things that you, the second master, have not considered.
Protect your second master, and when you come back safely, everyone will be rewarded! "
Zhaoer, Zhang Yong and others immediately slapped their chests loudly upon hearing this.
Among them, Zhang Yong knelt down on one knee and swore in accordance with the etiquette of family generals: "Don't worry, Second Grandma, as long as we still have lives, we will definitely protect the safety of Second Master.
Anyone who wants to harm Er Ye must step over our bodies.
I swear to protect the second master to the death! "
Except for Zhang Yong, the two rows of soldiers standing next to them were all new recruits.
Seeing the pride and status of Zhang Yong, Feng Fei and others after returning from Jia Lian's troops, at this moment, everyone was very excited.
So when they saw Zhang Yong and others' behavior, they immediately knelt down and shouted: "I swear to protect the second master to the death!!"
They were all young and energetic young men. This sudden roar in unison was quite overwhelming.
The sound spread far away, waking up many sleeping people in both houses.
Wang Xifeng was also a little shocked by the scene in front of her. Fortunately, he was very determined and did not show any signs of timidity.
He was secretly surprised in his heart, how come these gangsters, who were originally living in different families and waiting to die, seemed to have changed drastically after they became soldiers under him.
Seeing their high-spirited looks, and the fact that she was the only one kneeling down to worship, Wang Xifeng felt an indescribable feeling of joy in her heart.
Sure enough, this is the status and reputation a general's wife should have.
Looking at Qingwen and others next to them, how about being favored on a daily basis? At this moment, he could only stand aside and watch eagerly as she accepted the gift from Jia Lian's personal guards.
Let alone them, even Mrs. Xing is completely unable to compare with her brilliance at this moment. He was startled just now and couldn't help but take a step back.
Fortunately, I am not like her, otherwise wouldn't it be embarrassing for Jia Lian?
"Okay, mount up and get ready to go."
Following Jia Lian's order, everyone got up and mounted their horses in unison, and soon they became a small team of cavalry.
Jia Lian bowed his hands to Mrs.
Afterwards, twenty or thirty riders followed one after another. Horses tramping along the long street, causing waves of roaring sounds of horse hooves.
This voice reached Ningguo Mansion.
In the brightly lit bedroom, Youshi, who got up early because she couldn't sleep, stroked her slightly bulging belly with one hand, feeling the fresh breath inside and murmuring:
"Be sure to come back soon, we are all waiting for you..."
…
The princess's marriage is a major diplomatic plan, which is enough to attract the attention of both the government and the public, and even the whole country celebrates.
Before the Meridian Gate, a huge farewell platform had already been set up.
All relevant personnel for rehearsing etiquette, music, and sending off envoys and relatives were in place under the arrangements of Honglu Temple.
At Maozheng time, civil and military ministers and clan members all came to line up and form formations, making the scene more grand, majestic and spectacular.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
After a while, the princes also came slowly under the leadership of the prince.
Beside the prince, in addition to the third prince, the fourth prince, and his usual entourage, there was also a tall, sturdy young man.
Judging from his appearance, he can be considered handsome, which is in line with the aesthetics of the Central Plains people. Just from his slightly coquettish behavior and the fact that his head and face were obviously more hairy than those from the Central Plains, everyone who looked at him guessed that this was probably the third prince of Nawala.
He is also the one who will marry the eldest princess and hold the beauty in his arms.
Because of this, many young people looked at him with vague hostility.
Jia Lian glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.
Unexpectedly, after the prince led Prince Wala to have a brief chat in front of him, his eyes turned towards the bride-seeing delegation.
The focus naturally fell on Jia Lian, the leader.
Then the prince came over with Prince Wala and others.
"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince."
Seeing the prince approaching, Jia Lian immediately straightened his posture and took the lead in saluting.
The prince nodded, then tilted his head and introduced to Prince Wala next to him: "This is our Wei Dynasty's famous talent, the second-grade Zhenyuan General Jia Lian. He is also on this trip, responsible for escorting my Wei princess and the envoys who are close to Wala. "
"This is the third prince of the Wala Palace." The prince introduced Jia Lian again.
"It turns out to be General Jia. I have admired him for a long time."
Prince Wala is half a head taller than Jia Lian, and he looks quite oppressive.
But he behaved very modestly and even enthusiastically. After hearing the prince's introduction, he rushed to Jia Lian and saluted him with clasped fists.
"I don't dare...to meet the third prince." Jia Lian returned the gesture with his fists clasped. But he couldn't help but look carefully at Prince Wala's eyes.
To be fair, if he wanted this trip to go smoothly, he should have gone to see the Prince of Wala earlier.
Not to curry favor, but to coordinate on the road, and we should get to know each other first.
But like most young talents, he had a natural hostility towards this Prince of Wala.
Moreover, Jia Lian knew that Prince Wala spoke Chinese and was quite capable. In the past few months since he came to Beijing, he had gained a good reputation!
In this way, Jia Lian would naturally have no doubt that this Prince Wala might know that Princess Zhaoyang almost married him.
If you think about it from his perspective, this Prince of Wala probably wouldn't have a good impression of him either.
He did not go to see him. The Wala prince also seemed to be culturally illiterate and had no intention of contacting him.
Therefore, it was not until today that he met the Prince of Wala for the first time.
"I was just talking to the Third Prince and found out that he hasn't met you yet, so he specially made an introduction to you two.
This trip has high mountains and long roads, and you two have to coordinate and take care of each other. When Wei and Wala successfully reconcile and form an eternal alliance, you two will be the biggest contributors! "
The prince said with a smile.
Jia Lian respectfully agreed, and Prince Wala nodded in agreement with a smile. Due to time constraints, the Minister of Rites had already walked to the stage with a long manuscript and was ready to sing praises, so the parties only said a few polite words and walked away.
The Minister of Rites preached that the imperial family of the Wei Dynasty was enlightened and powerful, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, the country was vast, the army and horses were strong, and the marriage with Wala was a life-and-death bond, and there was no sense in saying that there would be no regrets for a hundred years.
Only a handful of people heard Kang's enthusiasm and looked excited.
More than half an hour passed before the Minister of Rites concluded his speech amidst the curses in the hearts of countless people.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the emperor finally appeared.
After the complicated etiquette, a eunuch summoned Jia Lian to the stage.
"Weak minister, please pay homage to Your Majesty."
"Get flat."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Jia Lian stood up and saw Emperor Ning Kang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, stood up and walked down slowly.
Jia Lian's expression became more and more respectful.
Emperor Ningkang looked Jia Lian up and down, and sighed secretly when he saw his tall and handsome figure and extraordinary heroic posture.
As expected, I, the great Wei man, was pleased with me. Just now, Prince Wala stepped forward and paid homage to him as his prospective son-in-law, which really made him a little uncomfortable.
If this boy had not disobeyed the Queen Mother's order, I'm afraid he would be my son-in-law by now!
After all, the matter has come to this, Emperor Ningkang straightened his face and said in a deep voice: "On this trip, I will leave the princess's safety in your hands.
You must deliver Zhaoyang safely to the King's Court of Wala! "
"We will live up to your majesty's great trust if we accept the edict!"
Nodding, Emperor Ning Kang turned around and walked back, waving slightly towards Dai Quan beside him.
Dai Quan understood the idea and sang loudly: "I will give you the second-class Zhenyuan General, Jia Lian, the envoy to send relatives, and a Shangfang Sword~~"
Following Dai Quan's voice, a young eunuch bent over and presented a beautifully crafted sword.
Jia Lian didn't have time to take a closer look, took it with both hands, held it to the top of his head, and bowed to Emperor Ningkang again: "Jia Lian, thank you, your majesty. I will certainly live up to your majesty's kindness!"
The legendary Shang Fang sword was finally obtained.
Although this thing was not too rare in ancient times. For example, according to the rules of this dynasty, any imperial minister who leaves the capital on special orders will basically receive a sword representing imperial power from Shang Fangsi.
The sword has different permissions depending on the format.
The one in his hand is just average, and it is far from the legendary level of being able to beat down a king and kill a greedy minister.
However, for some reason, even he, holding this thing in his hand, felt like he was holding the supreme imperial power. Most of the worries I had about this trip to Vara were gone at once!
Although the object is dead, what it confers is supreme authority.
When Jia Lian returned to the mission with the Shang Fang Sword given by the emperor himself, he could clearly see that the people around him looked at him differently.
envy? envious? fear?
It cannot be discussed one by one.
Everything is ready, the time is right, and the music of sheng, flute and drum begins.
Everyone heard the sound and looked around.
A grand and magnificent phoenix chariot with eight treasures and pearls, more than one foot in length and width, slowly drove out from the middle door.
In front and behind it are long ceremonial guards.
The ceremonial guard consisted of a large number of palace maids and eunuchs. Some of them held banners, some held precious fans, some held golden pots, and some carried boxes and cages.
When the phoenix chariot passed by the stage, it paused.
It seems to be preparing to give Princess Zhaoyang behind the gauze curtain the chance to say goodbye to her father for the last time.
But she didn't come down.
This made many people who tried to take a last look at His Royal Highness Zhaoyang's golden face feel deeply regretful.
…
The streets leading from the Imperial City to the West City Gate are strictly controlled by the soldiers and horses.
Only a very narrow space was left on both sides of the road for the people in the capital to watch the ceremony.
The princess's marriage is a great event that happens rarely in ten years, so everyone who knows about it will go to the place they must pass early and find a good seat to watch the excitement.
Even those who didn't know about it originally joined in the fun when they heard such a loud noise.
Jia Lian led thousands of soldiers and horses to clear the way. Not far from the imperial city, he saw a huge crowd of people.
Not only on both sides of the street, but also in the lofts next to it and the high points in the distance. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are watching and cheering.
Jia Lian couldn't see those various figures at a glance, and thought, maybe the sisters at home and his own women are among them, right?
Unfortunately, he couldn't find them one by one.
As a sender, he needs to maintain the best posture and etiquette at this moment.
At the city gate, the team paused.
The prince and other people who wanted to see off his bride were only sent here.
On the other hand, the fourth prince, accompanied by a group of royal guards, looked lightly dressed and simple. He had obviously obtained the emperor's permission to be sent out of the capital.
As for where he is going to be sent, even Jia Lian doesn't know.
The fourth prince seemed to be in a bad mood, and he was not smiling as usual, so Jia Lian did not go over and ask for trouble.
…
"I'm coming!"
On the outskirts of Xicheng, there is a familiar hillside.
Zhi'er opened his eyes wide and looked straight in the direction of the capital.
Suddenly, he saw dense spots appearing on the distant road, and there were more and more spots. There was a faint sound of music, and Zhi'er suddenly shouted excitedly.
Behind her, on the slightly flat ground, was a low wooden table.
There is an incense burner on the table, as well as a few scattered treasures from the study.
Facing due south, the maid holds a paper umbrella.
Under the umbrella, there is a woman who is as clean and flawless as jade. She was sitting at the table, holding a pen and writing the landscape in front of her with her eyebrows drawn.
It is Miaoyu.
Because she knew that Jia Lian was leaving Beijing from here today, she came here with her attendants since dawn.
It was boring to wait quietly, but occasionally I saw the sunrise here was very beautiful, so I ordered my servants to go back to Muni Courtyard to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
It's a pity that even if the maid and others broke their legs, when the things were retrieved, most of the beautiful scenery had disappeared.
I have no choice but to turn to the pastoral scenery in the north.
This book has been painted into several pieces, but I am still trying to improve it, but I am not satisfied with it.
She was frowning slightly, and when she heard Zhi'er's announcement, she immediately put down her pen and stood up from her stool.
As soon as I stepped out of the shadow of the paper umbrella, my white and tender skin felt the warmth of the sun.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around, took the paper umbrella from the maid's hand, came to Zhi'er's side, and looked up.
Sure enough, he is here.
However, with such a long distance and so many people, how can we be sure who he is?
"It's a pity that I can't see where the second master is."
Zhi'er let out a helpless sigh, turned around and asked, "Girl, have you seen it?"
It was Miaoyu's wish not to call the master to call the girl, and Zhijier did not dare to go against it.
Ignoring Zhi'er, although she didn't see the figure of her beloved, looking at the long dragon in front of her, the feeling that she knew he was right in front of her but couldn't find him suddenly felt like a spiritual spring, nourishing her heart.
Miaoyu took a deep breath, dropped her gaze, and walked back to the painting table.
After handing the paper umbrella back to the maid, Miaoyu picked up the pen and drew a long scroll with a stroke of brush.
In the painting, there are sun, mountains and rivers, and long queues of traffic.
Although there were only a few more spots than the previous scrap, and the faces could not be seen clearly, Miaoyu was very satisfied.
"Girl, no one can see you."
"Um."
Miaoyu nodded, inscribed her name on the scroll without any haste, composed a poem, and then rolled it up and put it away.
He stood up and glanced at the road in the distance, thinking that with their speed, anyone could catch up with them.
I just don’t know if that person can see her thoughts from this painting...
