"Brother-in-law! I am Wu Niang Qiongyu."
A little girl who was less than ten years old and wearing a pink skirt jumped in front of Li Xuan. She looked up at him with curiosity, blinked her big eyes and asked, "Brother-in-law, what do you think of Third Sister?" Okay, right?"
As soon as Li Xuan reached the entrance of the courtyard, she was blocked by Xiao Wu Niang.
The crowd who followed Li Xuan immediately burst into laughter.
"Qiongyu!" A fourteen-year-old girl wearing a yellow skirt and a double bun rushed to the door of the small courtyard from behind. She grabbed Wu Niang Qiongyu's shoulders, pulled her back, and faced Li Xuan at the same time. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Qiongyu has been rude."
"It doesn't matter." Li Xuan shook her head nonchalantly, lowered her body slightly, looked at the little girl Qiong Yu, stretched out her hand to scrape her nose, and said, "Of course my brother-in-law will be kind to the third sister, and the third sister will be a good person in the future. In my brother-in-law's house, everything about my brother-in-law will be left to the third sister to take care of. Do you think this is good?"
"I don't know. Don't make Third Sister tired. She's not in good health." Qiong Yu wrinkled her nose, then looked up at the little lady in the yellow skirt, and said with a bitter frown on her face: "Don't be like that either. Just like the fourth sister, she always speaks ill of the third sister behind her back."
"Qiong Yu!" Liu Shubi pulled Qiong Yu hard and shouted in a low voice: "What are you talking about?"
Liu Shubi pulled and realized that there was no pull, and then realized that Li Xuan was holding Qiong Yu's shoulder from the other side.
Li Xuan hugged Qiong Yu directly with a little force.
Li Xuan didn't look at Liu Shubi, but looked at Liu Qiongyu with a smile and said, "Don't say such nonsense in the future. Siniang is joking with you, right, Siniang?"
Liu Shubi smiled reluctantly and said, "Of course."
"Really?" Liu Qiongyu looked at Liu Shubi with a confused look. Liu Shubi nodded quickly, but at this moment she subconsciously turned around and saw a bunch of people following Li Xuan, none of them turned to look at her.
Li Xuan put Liu Qiongyu down, held her hand and walked into the inner courtyard. A bright red sedan chair was placed in the courtyard, followed by more Liu's sisters-in-law, each holding a round fan in their hands and snickering at Li Xuan .
Behind Li Xuan, Qin Jun and a group of Qianniu Guards quickly stepped forward and stuffed red purses into the hands of every female family member present, and the laughter became much smaller.
A woman in her thirties dressed in blue walked out from the crowd, turned to Li Xuan and said, "The bride is putting on makeup, please wait a moment."
This is Mrs. Guest.
Li Xuan turned her head to look at the setting sun in the west. It was almost dark.
Li Xuan bowed her hands and said, "It's getting late, please hurry up, bride."
"The bride's makeup is very delicate. If the groom can write a few poems, it might be faster." After Mrs. Xi'an finished speaking, all the girls behind her pursed their lips and chuckled.
"How dare you disobey me?" Li Xuan immediately handed over his hand.
The etiquette of makeup poems has been thoroughly spread in this dynasty, and now everything is as per procedure.
Looking back, Li Xuan whispered: "Minghui, you are the first to come."
"Here!" Zhuge Minghui took two steps forward and stood sideways behind Li Xuan.
Looking at the many ladies of the Liu family in front of him, Zhuge Minghui cupped his hands, raised his head, and chanted carefully: "Princess Dechang is noble, and she married into a prince's family. My loving mother mixed the powder, and my brother took pity on me and gave me flowers. I'm going to lay out the Baizi Tent, and wait. The seven-scented carriage is blocked. I want to ask if the makeup has been completed, but the morning glow is coming to the east."
"Not bad." For a moment, many Liu family women looked at Zhuge Minghui in surprise.
Marry into the prince's family and wait for the seven-scented chariot.
For a time, I don’t know how many people looked forward to such a scene when they got married.
The seventeen-year-old boy smiled shyly, then backed away.
"Poetry is sincere, a moment of acceleration." He gently knocked on the window at the back, and a soft gong sounded in the room.
The sound of the gong soon spread throughout the mansion, and everyone at the dinner table immediately raised their glasses to celebrate.
Three reminders of makeup.
Li Xuan looked sideways behind her and whispered, "Brother Ji Zhenxian, it's your turn."
He Zhi
Zhang Wearing a moon-white robe, he walked up steadily, glanced at many Liu family members, then faced the room, cupped his hands and said: "I don't know what night it is, so I urge the balcony to get closer to the mirror. Who said hibiscus grows in the water, and a branch blooms in the bronze mirror?" .”
"Balcony" refers to Song Yu's "Gaotang Fu": I am in the sun of Wushan, blocked by high hills, with morning clouds in the morning and rain in the evening. Morning and evening, under the balcony.
Whoever said hibiscus grows in water would compare the bride dressing up in front of the bronze mirror to hibiscus in the water, as stunning as the hibiscus flower.
Everyone was surprised by He Zhizhang's poem. Compared with Zhuge Minghui, He Zhizhang was even better.
"Poetic praise, speed up the moment." Mrs. Qinke knocked on the window at the back again, and there was another soft gong sound in the room.
Everyone at the dinner banquet raised their glasses again in surprise.
The relatives and guests chosen by the Liu family are all quite accomplished ladies, and it is not that easy to fool them.
Where did the King of Nanchang find such a helper?
At this time, in the small courtyard, the eyes of everyone present fell on Li Xuan.
Li Xuan took a breath, looked expectantly at the figure behind the paper window, then looked up at the bright moon above her head, thought for a moment, sighed, and whispered softly: "The sky is covered with frost on the ten-mile sky lake. Every inch of her green silk hair is worried about the old age, and she only looks at the moon to protect her. I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."
"The last sentence only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals, but it was adapted from Lu Shengzhi's "Ancient Meanings of Chang'an". Would you like to be the mandarin ducks but not the immortals?" Mrs. Qinke looked at Li Xuan with a surprised look on her face.
Li Xuan only changed two words, and it was more sincere and sincere than Lu Zhaolin's original poem.
"The articles written by the seniors are admired by the younger ones." Li Xuan quickly handed over his hand and looked back subconsciously.
However, as soon as he moved, he remembered that Lu Zhaolin was currently serving as the Xindu County Lieutenant and was not in Chang'an at all.
The new capital is in Yizhou, thousands of miles away.
The guest's wife nodded with satisfaction and said with admiration: "The groom's official words are indeed very particular. Ten miles away from the Tianhu Lake, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. I am very satisfied and the bride is leaving."
A gong sound of "dong" immediately sounded throughout the entire palace.
Many people in the wedding banquet were extremely surprised for a moment. This speed was too fast. Could it be that the left prime minister had let him go?
Liu Rengui was also surprised. At this moment, the housekeeper sent over the three copied poems.
After reading it once, Liu Rengui nodded with satisfaction, and then handed the red note to Dai Zhide, the right minister on one side.
"Yes, although they are not as good as Wang Bolu Zhao's neighbors, they are still great talents in the world. But who are Zhuge Minghui and He Zhizhang?" Dai Zhide passed the red note and looked at Liu Rengui in surprise.
"Zhuge Minghui is a descendant of Zhuge Kongming, the prime minister of the Shu Han Dynasty. He originally lived in Nanyang and later moved to Zhuge Town in Wuzhou. He is the grandnephew of Zhuge Zhen, the former direct bachelor of Hongwen Hall; He Zhizhang is the disciple of He Ji and He Zhi, both bachelors of Chongxian Hall. Nephew, grandson of the former bachelor He Deren." Liu Rengui explained briefly, and everyone present understood.
Zhuge Zhen has been dead for decades, and those who were here with him can no longer remember his appearance.
As for the He family, the He family has been ignored by the court for many years because of their relationship with Prince Li Jiancheng.
But more than ten years have passed, three generations have passed, and the grudges of the past have long passed.
Now that I see this talent, I am quite amazed.
"Three poems, one is better than the other. The heart of the King of Nanchang...the talent is really impressive." Pei Yan, the Minister of Punishment, immediately changed his words mid-sentence, but the meaning of his words was understood by everyone present. Understand.
Although Zhuge Minghui's poetic talent is good, it is still unclear whether he can be a Jinshi; He Zhizhang has better literary talent and should be a Jinshi; the King of Nanchang is the best, and if he advances step by step, he has a good chance of being the No.1 scholar. .
Pei Yan secretly ridiculed Li Xuan for being manipulative and trying to step down others to build a reputation for himself.
"As a human being, you should always care for your descendants. Being envious of talents and talents is not the foundation of a human being." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, directly addressing Pei Yan, the Minister of Punishment.
The whole banquet was immediately silent.
Everyone looked up subconsciously and saw a person sitting opposite Pei Yan with an expressionless face. He wore a black hat and had a stern face. This person was none other than Pei Xingjian, the Minister of the Ministry of War and the Duke of Wenxi County.
Pei Yan, Pei Xingjian, and the Hedong Pei family grew up together, but they were incompatible and opposed to each other in the court.
"I just say this because I hope the King of Nanchang can be more vigilant." Pei Yan looked at Pei Xingjian with a gloomy expression.
"Even if we are to alert the King of Nanchang, Liu Gong is here, so why should anyone else take his place?" Pei Xingjian's indifferent words directly pushed Pei Yan to the opposite side of Liu Rengui.
What day is it today? It is the wedding day of the King of Nanchang. He is marrying the granddaughter of Liu Rengui.
Pei Yan secretly slandered Li Xuan, and the first person he offended was Liu Rengui.
Pei Yan and everyone present looked at Liu Rengui immediately.
Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Rengui said calmly: "Both of you are the pillars of the court, so why bring the disputes in the court to the younger generation? Your Majesty and the Queen have their own opinions on how to handle matters in the court. Today, That’s it for now.”
"Here!" Everyone present agreed with their hands.
Everyone was an important minister in the court, and after Liu Rengui made a brief mention, they understood the purpose behind Pei Yan's words, and they all remained silent.
Li Xuan didn't know about the invisible game played by the court bosses on him. At this moment, he was paying more attention to Liu Jinyu, who had just appeared at the door and was being carried on his back.
He is wearing a luxurious blue Zhai clothes, edged with gold silk, embroidered with patterns of auspicious clouds and Zhai birds, and flower patterns embroidered on the tail.
Wearing a nine-pin gold flower tree crown on her head, her face was painted with delicate flower makeup, and she was holding a peach branch fan in her hand. Li Xuan couldn't see her face clearly, but only half of her delicate face was exposed. Skin, soft hands.
Suddenly, the bride was sent into the sedan chair, but Li Xuan stared at the sedan chair as if she was crazy.
Drowsily, Li Xuan heard someone shouting from one side: "Get up the sedan."
Escorted by everyone and watched by countless relatives and friends, the sedan arrived at the front yard.
Liu Yuanlang and his wife Zhou came to the side of the sedan chair and gave their final instructions to their daughter.
Li Xuan could faintly hear bursts of sobbing, but he could only stand on one side at the moment, unable to do anything.
After a while, Liu Yuanlang and his wife Zhou took a step back.
Li Xuan bowed heavily to his father-in-law and mother-in-law, straightened up, glanced at all the guests solemnly, and then bowed again.
When she straightened up, Li Xuan's figure suddenly looked much straighter, and her eyes were firm. ..
It was like from this moment on, he was no longer a boy, but an upright head of the family.
Steady and worthy of trust.
