Han Kang stood up and took the exquisite jade held by the palace maid, walked off the stage and handed it to Ji Yao himself.
The shape of the jade pendant looks like a carp cut into two halves.
Han Kang looked at the good girl in front of him and said softly: "This is a token that was given to me by the ancestor of Zhao State in the past. Now I personally hand it over to you."
Ji Yao took it with both hands and replied with a somewhat sentimental tone: "I am going to the Kingdom of Zhao now, and I will no longer be filial to my father. I will pray to the gods, wishing that my father and queen are in good health, and I hope that my father will be in good health." From now on the king will have a body of ten thousand weights.”
Han Kang nodded happily: "Although Yao'er will be the wife of the Zhao family from now on, when you live in the Zhao Kingdom, you must never forget that your mother is the Han family."
"Daughter, please remember this." Ji Yao bowed respectfully to her father.
When Han Kang saw Ji Yao's expression, he had the illusion that his good girl had finally grown up overnight and was no longer as playful as before.
Han Kang then turned around and told the two young ladies who were kneeling behind him: "You two will go back to Zhao's house and respect the king. You will not disobey your orders. Hold on to it and avoid it. From behind."
The two women's faces turned red and they respectfully bowed to King Han: "Here!"
"Please step aside and go to the queen's side to pay her respects."
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I came to report in the morning and said that the wedding car had passed through Zhangshui. As long as it passed through Zhangshui, it would not be far from Handan. Although there was no need for Zhao Yong to do anything in person these days, meeting the congratulatory envoys from various countries for several days in a row was very frustrating for him.
In addition, intensive preparations have begun for the mobilization of troops on the Hangu front line in the past few days. The pace of the war will not be suspended because of Zhao Yong's wedding.
He has been spinning continuously these past few days without stopping for a moment.
The side hall of Longtai Palace.
Zhao Bao, Fei Yi, Wu Guang and Su Qin bowed to Zhao Yongzuo when they entered the door: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."
Su Qin was the first to speak: "Mr. Anping sent a message that the wedding car has arrived in Wu'an. We are afraid of disturbing the new concubine's rest, so we decided to set off tomorrow. We will reach Handan before midnight tomorrow."
Zhao Bao smiled and echoed: "I heard that there were more than 300 people married to King Han, including fifty-seven craftsmen. King Han is really grand."
"King Han doesn't dare to be stingy when marrying a daughter." Fei Yi laughed.
Zhao Yong looked shy and stretched out his hand to let several people sit apart.
It was traditional for princes to marry women as dowry to craftsmen and slaves. (In the past, when Duke Xian of Jin married his daughter, Baili Xi, the doctor of Wuyang, was brought to Qin as a dowry.)
Now that I think about it, the betrothal gift sent by Zhao Guo is not a loss, but a profit. Korean craftsmen were hard to come by the year before last.
Zhao Yong coughed lightly: "How is the autumn harvest going?"
"The autumn harvest of the seventeen cities in Handan has been completed. Now we have obeyed the king's order and started recruiting troops." Wu Guang said.
Zhao Yong nodded. In this battle against Qin, Zhao planned to mobilize 50,000 troops, 20,000 from Jinyang, plus three standing battalions, and would not interrupt the use of troops from Handan and Xingxiang.
Handan's conscription was actually just to prevent Qi and Zhongshan from backstabbing. In the past few days, Qi State's small actions have become more frequent. According to reliable information, Qi State Linzi has also begun recruiting troops. It is self-evident why it is requested.
On the surface, Zhongshan seemed to be respectful to Zhao Guo, but he had to guard against it. Although the probability of taking action is low.
In this battle against Qin, Zhao Yong still plans to go to the front line in person. He has always regarded Qin as his biggest enemy. For such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to weaken Qin, he will not allow any mistakes to occur midway.
Secondly, you can use the road to cross the land of Wei and Han and examine the topography and people's sentiments of Han, Wei and Qin.
For Zhao State, his enemy has never been just the Qin State...
He didn't know if all the countries had their own intentions in joining forces to attack Qin this time, but Zhao Yong did have his own plan at this time.
Since he plans to go to the battlefield in person, he is the supreme commander of the Zhao Kingdom. In Handan, Wu Guang and Zhao Bao still supervise the country. As for Xing Xiang, Li Dui was guarding him.
"Is there any movement among the countries these days?" Zhao Yong asked.
"Your Majesty, this is news from Qin." Su Qin stepped forward and handed over the brief letter that he had prepared.
Then he added: "Wei has gathered 80,000 soldiers. The King of Wei, with Xi Shou as the general, and Zhu Wei as his deputy, led the army from Daliang towards Hangu Pass. South Korea has An Chengjun, Han Yue, as the leader. The general is also recruiting troops in Han territory. The king of Chu sent Yin Zhaoyang to gather one hundred thousand Chu soldiers and set out from the capital of Ying."
Zhao Yong looked at the briefing in his hand and frowned slightly. Other countries move quickly, but Qin seems to move faster.
Zhao Yong asked Chen Zhong to take down the slip and pass it to the other three people to read.
The Qin army dared to fight, and indeed they had the capital. According to reports from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Qin army has gathered 150,000 troops in Lantian, and follow-up troops from the west are still advancing towards Hangu.
One hundred and fifty thousand, it seems that Qin State has spent all its money on this battle.
"Is there any movement in the Yan Kingdom?" Zhao Yong couldn't help but ask again.
"The King of Yan has been ill since he returned from Pingyu. Now the Yan Kingdom has been overseen by the Prince Hui." Su Qin replied truthfully.
"Oh?" Feiyi and the others on the side looked puzzled. Couldn't he be doing this on purpose, pretending to be sick as a way to resist the troops and win favor with the Qin Dynasty?
Zhao Yong looked at Su Qin and said leisurely: "Does Mr. Wu An know something inside..."
Su Qin Sishen took a moment and replied without changing his expression: "When I was in Yan, the King of Yan did have a hidden illness."
After hearing Su Qin's words, the ministers around him suddenly showed a look of understanding.
They had also heard about Mr. Wu An's romantic past.
Zhao Yong nodded, and when Pingyu gathered for an alliance, he felt that King Yan's expression was abnormal. Now that Su Qin also said so, it was the truth.
However, things may change in Yan State since then. If the troops of Yan were missing in the attack on Qin, the troops of the four kingdoms would not have much advantage over Qin in terms of military strength alone.
And the purpose of Qi's army gathering seems to be the same.
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The third day of August is suitable for weddings and sacrifices.
The weather is good today. Two breezes blow from the gloomy sky from time to time, injecting a touch of coolness into the scorching sun. At this time, a large number of ordinary people gathered inside and outside Handan City, spreading from Guocheng to outside the moat of Zhao Palace. Although people were blocked by layers of guards, their enthusiasm could not be blocked. They were looking into the distance, vaguely expecting something.
After a while, there was a sudden noise outside the city, and then people heard a sharp shout from an eunuch: "The wedding car is here!"
Woo! Woo! Woo... A long horn sound followed closely.
Yao Lan was also in the crowd watching the ceremony. She stood at a high place surrounded by guards. Looking at such a solemn and grand scene in front of her, she did feel a little complicated.
Next to her, Yao Wa was riding on the neck of an old woman, looking excitedly at the looming gorgeous carriage not far away. "Sister, when you move into the palace, will you take a car like that?" Yao Wa asked innocently.
After hearing this, the guarding waiter couldn't help but lower his head. Yao Lan glanced at her angrily and said, "I'm really worried about you. You are eleven years old and you are still so stupid."
The sky above Handan is filled with the aroma of tributes and incense, as well as the slightly sour smell of sweat emitted by people because of the hot weather.
Just like the permeating smell in the air, Yao Lan felt a little sour in her heart at this time. She knew she shouldn't be like this, but she just couldn't control her feelings. Now that her mood was extremely depressed, she could only try her best to control her words and deeds.
Maybe her father was right, he shouldn't have such thoughts, and she shouldn't be jealous. But...hey, anyway, even if he doesn't marry a Han girl today, he will marry a Wei girl, a wife, a Chu girl, and there are already some in the palace. Even if you don't marry him and get married to another wealthy family, doesn't that wealthy family have three wives and four concubines? Who can beat him?
Then Yao Lan's eyes became firm, as long as he liked herself, he couldn't do this anymore.
After a long time, there were subtle voices in the crowd, and Yao Lan couldn't help but turn her head and look.
The first thing that caught people's eyes were the rows of escorts wearing red silk, followed closely by carriages loaded with goods. Finally, an extremely gorgeous and spacious chariot gradually began to come into people's sight.
Although someone had told the people in advance to be silent when the public came, they still couldn't help but kneel down and talk quietly at the same time.
The envoys from the Zhao Palace also walked out of the royal city, met with the Korean envoys who sent the bride off, and then continued to drive slowly into the palace in a carriage.
Zhao Yong was wearing formal clothes, a crown on his head, and a long sword symbolizing the king on his waist. He stood on a high platform in the royal city, with hundreds of civil and military officials and envoys from various countries standing below him. People were looking sideways at the palace gate. From their position, they could just see the luxurious carriage outside the palace gate.
...The chariot slowly drove across the moat. Ji Yao, who was sitting in the carriage, was wearing a large wedding dress. The wedding dress was cut very decently to complement her slim figure and was very dignified. The color of the wedding dress was mainly bright red, and the hem and cuffs were embroidered with gorgeous patterns. A little green, which symbolizes the fire and wood virtues of Zhao State. She also held a large fan in her hand, her lips were red and she was wearing a luxurious bun with jade hairpins.
Ji Yao was also very nervous at this time, and her palms were sweating.
But compared to Ji Yao, the other two girls in Chengyu clutched her hem more nervously: "Young master... what kind of person is the king?" The two girls were so nervous that they were a little incoherent.
Ji Yao gently patted the two women's delicate hands and comforted: "The king is a very good person..."
As the wedding team got closer and closer, Zhao Yong's heart couldn't help but beat fast under the attention of thousands of people. This was the first time he had experienced such a scene, whether in his previous life or in this life.
Chengyu slowly stopped in front of the tall palace gate.
In the carriage, Xiao He hurriedly stood up and smoothed down Ji Yao's gorgeous wedding robe.
"Sir, get off the car."
Under the respectful gaze of the other two women, Ji Yao held a large fan in front of her face. Xiaohe supported Ji Yao's arm and walked slowly out of the car. The waiters on the side of the carriage had already placed the steps.
"Coming out... coming out..." Ji Yao stared at her feet, holding a fan in one hand to cover Xiuli's cheek, and suddenly there was a whisper in her ears.
The cool breeze blew, which made her even more nervous.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!
"Congratulations to King Zhao!" The spectators on both sides of the high platform bowed loudly. Loud shouts soaring to the sky suddenly sounded. Amidst the blessings of everyone, Zhao Yong stepped down from the high platform and went to greet his bride.
His face was blocked tightly by the fan, and nothing could be seen from the front. But judging from his pace and body shape, it shouldn't be too bad. The little palace maid next to Han Jiyao is also very good-looking. She has a fat face and looks really cute.
As the distance between the three of them got closer and closer, a faint body fragrance kept coming from in front of them.
'Gudong' Zhao Yong couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Xiaohe smiled, raised Ji Yao's right hand and slowly placed it in front of Zhao Yong.
Zhao Yong Yili took Ji Yao's right arm, and the two joined hands and turned towards the high platform.
Woo! Woo... the trumpet sounds again.
"The king has lived for ten thousand years, and the Zhao Kingdom has lived for ten thousand years!"
"The king has lived for ten thousand years, and the Zhao Kingdom has lived for ten thousand years!"
Zhao Yong helped the bride walk step by step towards the high platform. He resisted the urge to turn around and look. With thousands of people watching, and envoys from all over the world, he couldn't make a fool of himself.
"Your Majesty..." While he was thinking wildly, a sweet voice that sounded just like the cry of a warbler suddenly came to his ears.
"What?" Zhao Yong looked forward and asked in a low voice.
"The king squeezed my concubine's hand so much that it hurts..." Ji Yao said softly.
Zhao Yong suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He had used up all his strength just now when he was nervous. "sorry."
"Um?"……
Amidst the congratulations of his subjects, Zhao Yong helped Ji Yao onto the high platform and continued walking towards the harem.
For ordinary scholars or ordinary people, this step of "welcoming" is considered complete. After the six rites are completed, it is a pity to start the banquet.
However, the rules of the royal family are very complicated.
After Ji Yao entered the palace, she first wanted to pay homage to the ancestors of the Zhao family.
In the royal ancestral temple, the elders of the clan had to pay tribute, burn incense, kowtow, recite sacrificial inscriptions, and burn slips. After their busy work was completed, all the foreign ministers walked out of the temple. Ji Yao and Zhao Yong then walked into the ancestral temple. Inside and outside, only the high priest was waiting for something.
After Ji Yao got out of the car, she kept holding the long pole to hold the fan in her hand, and she never put it down since she got off the car. Now that she entered the ancestral temple, she gently placed the fan on the ground.
When Zhao Yong heard the movement, he couldn't help but turned his head curiously. When he saw the beautiful profile, he froze in place. This... damn, Ji Yao, you are so naughty.
Ji Yao stared straight ahead, feeling the other person's gaze on her cheeks, and her beautiful face suddenly turned red.
Thinking back to what her mother had said to her when she arrived, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, their thoughts only lasted for a moment before they were interrupted by the white-haired old man in black robes.
The high priest first bowed to the two of them, then stood up and knelt down beside them.
His eyes were lowered and he said with great energy: "Bye!"
Zhao Yong and Ji Yao quickly regained their composure and knelt side by side in front of the stacked ancestral tablets. Zhao Yong spread his legs backwards, while Ji Yao had her legs together. They put their hands together with their palms facing inward. Then he put his hands on the ground and slowly lowered his head to the ground. His head touched the ground and stayed there for a while.
"First Evolution"
