In the bridal chamber.
The red candle flickered, illuminating Liu Xiaoyan's face.
Chang Feng looked at the charming bride, and the strength he had accumulated in twenty-one years suddenly erupted like a volcano.
He hugged her tightly. He hurriedly tore off the wedding dress, pulled off the children's skirts, and took off their dirty trousers.
According to ancient etiquette, the most important step for a man and a woman to get married is the ceremony of Zhou Gong. Things between men and women are the way of heaven, and Chang Feng doesn't feel anything ashamed.
Just do it!
Liu Xiaoyan suddenly exclaimed: "Ah!"
Chang Feng asked: "Did I hurt you?"
Liu Xiaoyan said: "You're holding my hair down. It's okay."
"Don't be stunned. Do whatever you have to do. Do you know what I usually like the most?"
Chang Feng knew about his childhood sweetheart and his newlywed wife: "You like swords, guns and sticks."
Liu Xiaoyan smiled sweetly: "Yes, especially the last one."
That night, the heaven and earth were simply shaken and ghosts and gods were weeping. Yue Lao was frightened when he saw it, and Chang'e shed tears when he saw it.
The next day.
Because the prince's wedding is imminent. Chang Feng went to the East Palace for business again on the second day after his wedding.
Zhu Youtang saw Chang Feng's listless face, which looked like a vegetable, and smiled knowingly: "Chang Feng. You got two of the four great joys in life last night."
Although Zhu Youtang was not married, she had been a bed-warming maid since she was fifteen years old. She was experienced in matters between men and women.
Chang Feng was puzzled: "Your Highness, I only got a happy wedding night yesterday."
Zhu Youtang was in a good mood and said half-jokingly: "There is another one - the rain comes after a long drought."
On the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, the prince got married.
After a series of tedious etiquette such as canonization, ritual ceremony, personal greeting, marriage ceremony, court meeting, toiletries, celebrations, etc., Zhu Youtang and Zhang Fengling finally got married.
Zhang Fengling officially became the Crown Princess of the Ming Dynasty. At the same time, he brought three relatives to the Ming Dynasty, including his father Zhang Luan, his second brother Zhang Heling, and his third brother Zhang Yanling.
Her two younger brothers will become the debris flow of the Ming Dynasty's relatives in the future. Naturally, these are all things for later.
Zhu Youtang was a diligent prince. On the second day of the wedding, he came to Fengtianmen as usual to preside over the imperial gate and listen to the government.
Chang Feng still held the golden melon and stood behind the prince as a guard of honor.
The morning session was just halfway through. Suddenly, Shang Ming, the ceremonial supervisor, ran over in despair.
Shang Ming knelt down in front of Zhu Youtang and exclaimed in a heartbreaking voice: "Your Highness, the noble concubine... has passed away!"
This news, like a thunder, exploded in the courtyard in front of Fengtian Gate.
Concubine Wan Gui, who had enjoyed exclusive favor for twenty-three years, passed away?
The imperial concubine party has completely lost its backbone. The tree fell and the hozens scattered before our eyes!
The paper-thin Sange Lao and a bunch of fence-sitters secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, the Han general named Chang got married a while ago, and we took the opportunity to express our support for the prince.
The imperial concubine party officials felt as if they were mourning their heirs.
Chang Feng wondered: What a coincidence, right? The prince got married yesterday, but Concubine Wan Gui died today?
As long as Concubine Wan Gui dies one day early, the emperor will definitely postpone the prince's wedding for twenty-seven months on the grounds of observing the rules.
Chang Feng remembered what his master often said during his lifetime: There are no coincidences in this world, only the illusion of coincidence.
On that day, the truth about the demon fox case was revealed. Chang Feng was in front of the Main Hall and intermittently heard Zhu Youtang in the hall saying to Ji Xiao, "Send medicine... Concubine... Please ask the Imperial Master."
Could it be that......
After a while, Chang Feng persuaded himself: This is not something you should consider. Sometimes, the truth isn't all that important.
At this moment, a cry sounded from the front courtyard: "Ouch!"
The one who made this cry was actually Zhu Youtang, who had a grudge against Wan Guifei for killing his mother!
Zhu Youtang had an expression of pain on his face: "Ouch! Ouch! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooor/ouch! Mother concubine, why are you so cruel, abandoning your child?"
Zhu Youtang's cry was heartbreaking. Pain and despair came out together, and the mucus and tears were the same color.
Even if your own mother is dead, this is nothing more than that!
Chief Assistant Wan An took the lead and shouted: "Your Highness, my condolences!"
All civil and military officials quickly shouted in unison: "Your Highness, my condolences!"
Zhu Youtang cried more and more energetically. He was shaking all over and his face was pale. The snot from my nose was almost dripping into my mouth, so I sucked it back with a "sting" sound.
Crying seemed unable to express his grief.
He began to vomit, and the three kinds of soup and roasted phoenix chicken that the new crown princess had personally fed him for breakfast fell intact onto the bluestone in the front courtyard.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
At this time, Zhu Youtang transformed into a Splatoon. Compared with an ordinary Splatoon, the muzzle of his gun was on his head instead of his butt.
After vomiting breakfast, Zhu Youtang began to vomit yellow bile water again. There was nothing to vomit, and he started retching again.
Xiao Jing quickly rubbed Zhu Youtang's back: "Your Highness, my condolences."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was heartbroken over the death of Concubine Wan Gui. The ministers who attended the morning court could not but express their opinions.
"Ooooooo! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The entire courtyard in front of Fengtian Gate was filled with cries soaring into the sky! Those who didn’t know better thought that there was a demon fox in the palace again!
Zhu Youtang shouted at the top of his lungs: "My mother and concubine have passed away! Half of the sky of the Ming Dynasty has collapsed! I wish I could go with my mother and concubine!"
Hearing this cry, the ministers cried even louder.
Chang Feng, who was acting as a support, looked at this scene and thought to himself: His Highness's performance is not inferior to the famous actresses in the three major gardens in the capital.
The morning meeting turned into mourning, which lasted for half an hour.
The scene was more than sad, it was simply sad.
There were no fewer than ten officials of fourth rank and above who fainted from crying. The first assistant, Wan An, was the most exaggerated, rolling on the ground and crying.
Zhu Youtang was heartbroken on the surface, but in his heart there was a roar of gongs and drums, and firecrackers were blasting: Ouch! good! wonderful! Wan Zhen'er, you are considered dead! You died just right!
Zhu Youtang took the handkerchief Xiao Jing handed over and wiped the mixture of snot, tears, and vomit on his face.
He said solemnly: "Pass the solitary order. Officials and people inside and outside the capital will wear plain clothes for three months to express their grief!"
"Within three months, all celebrations such as weddings and birthday celebrations are prohibited in the capital."
"Xiao Jing, let's drive to Kunning Palace! I'm going to keep my filial piety for my mother and concubine!"
Chang Feng followed Zhu Youtang to Kunning Palace.
Outside the Kunning Palace dormitory, the three brothers of the Wan family were kneeling.
The three brothers, who were usually arrogant in the court, looked almost numb at this moment.
Chang Feng did not follow Zhu Youtang into the palace. Instead, he knelt outside the palace door.
Zhu Youtang entered the bedroom.
On the couch in the bedroom, the body of fifty-eight-year-old Wan Zhen'er lay. Emperor Chenghua stood aside expressionlessly.
Zhu Youtang rolled around and fell down in front of Emperor Chenghua: "Father, my condolences!"
Emperor Chenghua's face turned pale, his seven souls seemed to be scattered and six souls were scattered, and he said nothing.
Historical records record: "In the spring of the 23rd year of Chenghua, the imperial concubine Wan died of a sudden illness. Her posthumous title was Gongsu Duan Shenrong, the imperial concubine of Emperor Jing, and she was buried in Tianshou Mountain. The emperor was very sad and entrusted all state affairs to the crown prince."
In just two days, Mingting experienced a wedding and a funeral, a happy event and a funeral.
Happy events and funerals made Prince Zhu Youtang's position more stable.
Zhu Youtang and Zhang Fengling; Chang Feng and Liu Xiaoyan, two pairs of mandarin ducks finally got married.
No one can know whether the sky in the future Ming Dynasty will be clear or cloudy.
(The second volume of "The Story of Yuanyang" ends and the third volume of "The Story of the Imperial Palace" begins)
