At noon in June, the sun is as hot as fire. The red brick corridor of Daqi Palace was scorching hot from the sun. Those who walked on it were scorched by the heat, and their hearts immediately felt like a fire. They felt indescribably upset and angry.
Yan Tian was now following Liu Cheng, the eunuch in charge of Zhengqian Palace, with his waist up straight, respectfully and following every step. In order to calm down Shen Xin and remain calm, she tried her best to focus all the messy thoughts in her mind on her footsteps.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
Walking to the palace gate, Xiaozhu was waiting there.
Liu Cheng turned around and looked at Yan Tian with a smile on his face: "Miss Yan, please. We will send her here."
"Thank you, Eunuch Liu." Yan Tian bowed.
Liu Cheng quickly turned aside and said with a smile: "I don't dare, I don't dare. Miss Yan, please." This person will have great fortune in the future! He can be the general manager of eunuchs, so he is naturally well-rounded and very measured.
But Liu Cheng didn't know that as soon as the pair of masters and servants crossed the Dingshui Bridge and Yan Tian got on the sedan, he said to Xiaozhu outside the sedan curtain: "Quick! Go back home!"
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A small sedan was traveling quickly through the busy city, and the four bearers were almost ready to fly without touching their feet. Even so, urging voices kept coming from inside the sedan: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Xiaozhu didn't know why, but seeing the young lady in such a hurry, she became anxious too. While running until she was out of breath, she kept urging the bearer to move faster.
As soon as she arrived at the door of Yan's courtyard, Yan Tian opened the sedan curtain, avoided Xiaozhu's hand reaching out to help her, crossed the threshold in two steps, and started running as fast as he could.
Aunt Hu and Uncle Sun, who were setting up the beans in the courtyard, were startled. They watched in stunned silence as the eldest lady changed her usual dignified and quiet attitude and swept into Master Yan Wenkuan's study like a whirlwind.
"Daddy, daddy! Hurry! Hurry!"
"Tiantian, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his daughter's panic, Yan Wenkuan quickly put down the book in his hand, stood up and came over to greet her.
"Quick! Daddy! Today is the day! I'm going to throw the hydrangea today!"
"Throwing embroidered balls? To attract a bride?! Could it be..."
"Yes! Immediately!"
"Okay, okay...don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."
Yan Wenkuan immediately became nervous, shaking his hands and trying to calm down. He wanted to comfort his daughter who was furious, but Yan Tian had already turned around and started arranging his troops.
"Uncle Sun, go to Ding'an Hou Mansion to find Yan Yu and ask him to go to the Guanghe Theater immediately to hang up the red silk and green satin that was originally intended to celebrate the birthday of Princess Xiangning.
"He only has half an hour. I will use this theater in half an hour! If he asks, just say, it is related to my life and death, Yan Tian. I hope my second brother will help me! If I can't do it after half an hour, ...The Ding'an Marquis Mansion will prepare a coffin for me according to the rules of a virgin!"
"Bah, bah, bah," Uncle Sun hurriedly spat on the ground as soon as he heard this. He was about to say, "Children's words are not forbidden," but when he saw Yan Tian's unusually serious little face, he immediately realized Seeing that the situation was serious, he didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly responded, turned around and ran out.
"Dad," Yan Tian turned to look at Yan Wenkuan again, and his eyes softened, "Are you afraid?"
After all, he was facing off against the monarch. How much could he, a fourth-grade Jingzhao Yin, afford!
"Don't be afraid, Dad! Let's go, kid." Even though Yan Wenkuan was pounding in his heart, he still tried his best to be calm on his face.
He is Yan Tian's support now. At this critical moment, he, the father, has to support his daughter.
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Southeast of the capital, the Princess's Mansion.
"Pfft...what?" Qin Zhuen couldn't hold it back, and the tea in his mouth sprayed all over Tong Dafu's face, "Yan Tian is going to throw embroidery balls to attract a bride?"
Tong Dafu, however, didn't bother to ask questions or wipe his face. Instead, he immediately jumped around like a live shrimp thrown into a pot of boiling water to dust his silk shirt.
Qin Zhuen didn't care about this, he went up and grabbed Dafu's neck, his eyes were as wide as bells: "Are you serious?"
"Qian, it's absolutely true...cough cough cough cough..."
After using all his strength to save his neck, Tong Dafu wiped his face with lingering fear and gasped:
"Aren't our brothers from the Beggar Clan always keeping an eye on Third Master Yan's house and Ding'an Hou's Mansion? Young Master Yu has already gone to Guanghe Theater to decorate. Miss Tian and Third Master will be arriving soon!"
As he replied, he couldn't help but touch the new clothes on his body painfully. It's over, it's over. This silk is the most impervious to water! Their Nine-Pocket Elder is too ungrateful! Dahongpao has a heavy color to begin with, but even this drop was sprayed all over his body, and it was sprayed so unevenly... It was true!
I like this dress the most. Even Erlu said he looks like a big boss in this outfit...
"...Did you hear what I said?!"
Unexpectedly, a folding fan hit Tian Ling Gai directly, and Tong Dafu suddenly woke up from his "big boss" dream.
"What?"
Looking at Dafu with a stupid face and blank eyes, Qin Zhuen frowned and felt a toothache.
A six-pocket disciple of the Beggar Clan prefers to dress up in silk and satin to look like a wealthy businessman. He is really... not keeping to his duty!
So Qin Zhuen, the elder of the Nine Pockets of the Beggar Clan, raised his right hand that was covered with three or four gemstone rings, revealing an ivory bracelet inlaid with diamonds on his wrist. He pointed at the door angrily and repeated what he just said. repeated.
Then he chased Dafu's back and shouted: "If you mess up your errand and lose my wife, I will strip you naked and throw you in front of Tai'an Temple to beg for food myself!"
Tong Dafu staggered, and immediately there was wind at his feet. He used 100% of his Qingfeng Lotus Step and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"This bear lady!" Qin Zhu'en was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He shook his fan vigorously and spun around in circles three times, "How good! Tossing embroidery balls to attract a bride?! Let's see how the queen will deal with you..."
"boast……"
A cool voice with casual provocation entered Elder Qin's ears lightly.
By the time Sanshou tried to cover Dong Erlu's mouth, it was too late. They saw Qin Zhu Enzheng exercising his power as the leader of the Caobang Qingzhu Hall. He grabbed the Wen Sheng Gongzi scarf on the deputy hall leader's head, faced each other and said word by word:
"Go! Gather the brothers from the Cao Gang and set up a formation for me! If a fish slips through the net, I will let you go! Kill! Pigs!"
Erlu, a gentle man, was frightened by this rogue. He hurriedly snatched back his own shawl with embroidered ribbons and Ruyi pattern. He tried his best to smooth out the paw prints left by Master Qin on it while staggering out. run.
The jade-colored robe embroidered with green bamboo and its wide sleeves were swaying in the wind, bulging like a sail. The frail young master Erlu suddenly became stronger.
Qin Zhuen couldn't help but feel his teeth hurt even more when he looked at this coquettish figure.
He is a well-known figure in the underworld and the world's water transport gang, but he prefers to pretend to be a scholar? Just his two strokes of dog crawling? And the poem you wrote? Five characters on the first line and eight characters on the second line?
Tsk! Fine. Anyway, he himself couldn't see the shame.
As for Sanshou... Qin Zhuen turned around to look for the person, and saw the child sitting innocently and cutely on the window sill, swinging there with his two feet together. A pair of big eyes blinked and blinked. When she smiles, the two dimples on her cheeks are hard to remove.
Who would embarrass such a cute little boy? How could a "child" with a body as small as a bean sprout and a baby face of ten years old have any evil intentions?
He is just the top thief of the Qinghong Society, a twenty-six-year-old baby...
When Lu Sanshou ran out of the house with his head in his arms, he couldn't help complaining: Sure enough, the male leader is not good at staying in the middle school. The symptoms of their helmsman are that he is yearning for spring!
Watching the last debt collector flee in panic, Qin Zhuen couldn't help but suddenly feel sad.
Look at the people around him. Great fortune, two fortunes, three longevity...
Fortune, fortune, longevity...
Are you happy? ! Where is his "joy"? No wonder my marriage has been full of twists and turns. It turns out that he lacks "joy"!
no! He had to recruit someone else, and he named him... "Sixi"!
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When Yan Tian stood on the Guanghe Theater floor, the downstairs was already crowded.
The second cousin, Yan Yu, was still reliable. He sent his men to beat gongs and sing along the street, and the people in the capital were really moved by the news. One word spread to ten, and within a moment, many people gathered in the open space downstairs in Guanghe.
The only daughter of the Yin family in Jingzhao sat on the ground to recruit a son-in-law, and threw a hydrangea ball on a Guanghe building to get married. This is huge news. Moreover, this young lady was born in Ding'an Houfu, and she was as beautiful as a flower. She was also on good terms with the eldest princess. It is said that even the Queen Mother in the palace favored her. If she got into this marriage, she would be rich and prosperous in the future... Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's it. Unlimited!
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Yan Wenkuan stood next to Yan Tian and couldn't help but frown when he saw that few of the people who came downstairs to grab the hydrangeas had neat heads and faces.
So he took half a step forward, covered Yan Tian behind him, rushed downstairs, cupped his fists and said, "Everyone, my little girl is looking for a bride today, thank you for not giving up.
"But there are a few things that Yan needs to explain in advance." As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around, his dignity suddenly rising. "That is, those who intend to receive the embroidery ball must not have a family. Anyone who hides it will be punished with fraud. Everyone, please know that the lobby of my Jingzhao Mansion is not a decoration."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a few people in the crowd looking around, then dejectedly retreated outside the red line set by the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen officials.
"Moreover..." Yan Wenkuan turned to look at his daughter, but he didn't know how to say the next words. After all, it goes against the world. As soon as these words are spoken, my daughter’s reputation as a best friend...
Seeing this, Yan Tian knew that his father was in trouble, so he smiled gently, stepped forward and stood on the railing, looked at the people downstairs and said loudly:
"Furthermore, those who receive the hydrangea will not be allowed to take concubines in the future, regardless of whether they have any heirs. You should think carefully before accepting this hydrangea."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. When the man downstairs looked at Yan Tian, he felt like he saw a monster.
Some people couldn't help shouting: "Isn't that jealousy?"
"Jealousy" is a seven-step rule. The daughter of the fourth-ranking Jing Zhaoyin, the young lady of Ding'an Marquis, is actually jealous?
Yan Tian's smile remained unchanged and he lowered his eyes in silence. This is recognition. Everyone in the stadium looked at each other, and then they all huffed and puffed outside the red line like an ebbing tide.
This Miss Yan deserves to be called "strong". When he has nothing to do, he likes to recite Duan Daqi's laws, and he often accuses you of violating the laws. Now, "jealousy" has been added to the mix, which is even more intolerable to men in the world. Who would dare to marry someone so fierce and jealous?
So for a while, there were only two or three scoundrels standing there laughing and laughing.
Yan Yu, who was standing in the crowd watching the excitement, couldn't help but frown and glared at his worried cousin. Then he looked around, but couldn't find that person as expected. He couldn't help but cursed anxiously:
Damn it, all the beggars in the street have informed you, and all I have to do is deliver the letter to you personally. It’s all on your lips. If you still can’t catch up, you might as well be alone for the rest of your life!
Being cruel secretly makes the anger in his heart even more intense. He was also afraid that the gangsters in the venue would really steal Yan Tian's hydrangea, so he whispered to his followers to sneak into the venue. Unless the hydrangea falls into the right hands, it will definitely be disturbed.
Yan Tian stood upstairs, but he wasn't too worried. Her second brother was the most hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so he was in charge of the place downstairs, so she was very relieved.
only……
She glanced downstairs, then lowered her eyes and smiled to herself.
Master Jinghe of Fuyun Temple was sitting upright behind him at this moment. Today, I might just end up cutting off my hair on the spot.
Alas, what a pity. Yan Tian sighed secretly. I had always wanted to be a Taoist nun. It's said to be three thousand trouble silk threads, but... after all, it still looks good.
But now, only by cutting off your hair on the spot can you show your determination and clear your mind.
I don’t know... what I will look like when I am bald...
Yan Tian was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, and then a man shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! I'm coming!"
When others paid it back, Yan Yu in the crowd couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he heard it, and quickly turned around to seek fame. But before the smile on his face could fully bloom, it suddenly froze at his lips.
Young Master Yan held up this handsome face that looked like he was smiling but not smiling, and he was beating his feet in his heart and cursing:
"Damn it! What's supposed to come isn't coming! What's not supposed to come is coming!"
