During the next hundred feet of journey, Ye Wumian had almost a hard time walking, squeezed among all kinds of people, smelling the body odor of thousands of people, and feeling that there was no hope for life.
It was late winter, so the smell on everyone's bodies should not have been very noticeable.
But firstly, there are many people and it is easy to get hot; secondly, he is born with a sensitive sense of smell and can detect the slightest smell, let alone being in this living smell execution ground.
All of a sudden, the sour, astringent, rancid, and smelly smells all amplified, circled, surrounded, and came back and forth on the tip of my nose.
He's going crazy.
He wished he could use Qinggong and drag his polluted body away from these people.
Looking up, some guards and guards could be faintly seen above the beams. Among them are many string-controllers equipped with crossbows.
They watch all directions with vigilance and listen in all directions. Once they detect any abnormality, they will immediately seize the opportunity and take action without mercy.
It seems that flying away from the crowd at this time is tantamount to using flesh and blood to challenge the powerful crossbows in the hands of these people.
Hundreds of steel crossbow arrows are fired at once, and as long as they are accurate enough, the situation in the reverse realm is likely to be more disastrous than bad.
Ye Wumian didn't dare to risk his life easily. He comforted himself repeatedly: It was just a matter of enduring it a little longer, there was no need to risk his life.
After nearly two quarters of an hour, he squeezed around the corner and was able to go west.
After a short walk, we will arrive at Tan Mansion, and the place is gradually getting less crowded.
Ye Wumian walked to Tan Mansion and found that more than a hundred soldiers were guarding the place and blocking the road.
Each of these soldiers wore big red flowers on their chests to show their joy, but their faces showed fierce looks. They were so frightened that all the people watching the excitement did not dare to push in. They were only on the outside, with their heads shaking and scrambling for the first place. See what will happen.
Ye Wumian chose a place that was slightly higher and less crowded, stood still, and looked towards the main entrance of Tan Mansion.
Upon entering the building, a wide strip of bright vermilion brocade silk spreads from the inside, connecting it to the road surface.
On the silk surface, skillful craftsmen used exquisite Hunan embroidery techniques to tattoo several pairs of mandarin ducks, which are exactly the pictures of mandarin ducks playing in the water. Those mandarin ducks were splashing in the water, as if they were about to flutter their wings and fly, so lifelike.
A big red lantern is hung high, with the tassels hanging from the bottom dancing in the wind. There are several pairs of golden bells in the middle, and the sound of the bells is sweet and clear.
The exquisite blue luan flower clusters are knotted on the plaque, really like spring red flowers blooming in winter.
After this arrangement, there is no way to stop the sky-rocketing joy.
Seeing the arrangement of Tan Mansion, Ye Wumian was stunned for a long time: Wasn't it said that Prince Ji's grandson was getting married? Why is Tan Mansion arranged like this?
It was also because he was not deeply involved in the world and was not familiar with the world. After a while, he finally realized that there must be a woman from the Tan family who was going to marry his grandson and become his grandson's concubine.
It turns out that the Tan Mansion contributed more than half of the bustle in the city. No wonder there were more and more people as we went to Jixiang Lane.
However, I don’t know which young lady in the Tan Mansion will get married to enjoy the overwhelming wealth of Prince Ji’s Mansion?
I remember that the last time I came to Tan Mansion, Tan Jingcheng was of the same lineage and had no children of marriageable age. On the other hand, Lin Yuzhui, who is the niece of the Tan family, is already twenty-eight years old and is suitable for marriage.
Could it be that she wants to marry into the palace?
However, Lin Yuzhui has her own parents. If she wants to get married, how can she arrange it in Tan Mansion?
It was hard for me to think clearly in the night without sleep. In my heart, I was filled with doubts and confusion, which was strange and indescribable. Separated by the wall of soldiers, he could not go in to check and solve the puzzle, so he had to put it aside for the time being and continue to watch.
Not long after, a piercing trumpet sound was heard, which made the eardrums noisy. The tragic and joyful tune of "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix" rang out all over the world.
The style of the music should be cheerful and atmospheric. Listening to it today, there is a certain sadness in it. It's so joyful that it makes you laugh stiffly and your heart is pounding.
Sleepless nights and boredom.
Inadvertently looking at a big stone lion at the door of the house, I remembered the scene two months ago when I and Luo Xiangzhu first arrived at Tan Mansion. They broke the green pine sword in Chan Yi's hand, and the broken sword flew sideways, cutting off half of the lion's face.
There was a moment of trance, as if it happened yesterday.
When I looked at it again, I saw that the half of the stone lion's face that had been removed had been replaced, but it was not complete and slightly misplaced, which made it look particularly funny.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but there are signs of slippage in the patched parts. I think it must be an illusion. With the wealth of the Tan Mansion, it is unlikely that even a stone lion can't be repaired.
"But I wonder how Miss is doing now? Are you watching this inexplicable wedding ceremony that attracts the attention of the whole city like me?"
His heart was heavy, thinking about Luo Xiangzhu, and he felt that all the excitement was just noise, which was more disgusting than the chirping of insects on a summer night.
A tall white horse, with festive flowers around its neck, walked out of Tan Mansion with its head held high.
Immediately a handsome young man sat upright. He was wearing a vermilion dragon robe with four claws and a purple-gold silk crown with two wings. He was full of nobility and full of ambition.
The spring breeze blows on my face, and I am as proud as after passing the exam; tonight is too short, and I will sleep until dawn under the new moon.
Sleepless Night took a closer look and found that the groom in red robe was none other than Zhu Houmao, the grandson of King Ji who had a close relationship.
There is a flying charm in Zhu Hou's dancing with eyebrows flying. He holds his fists with his hands and constantly leans his body left and right to salute the villagers who are watching.
It can be seen that he is very happy, he must have married the person he likes. He clasped his fists and cupped his hands with great force. He held up his clothes and shook them and rubbed them, which made them look a little untidy.
Ye Wumian thought: "When I was at the Luo family, I heard Mrs. Jingyi talk about how Uncle Tan was a military officer in Changsha and his rank was not high. Now that he is married to King Ji, he can make up for his low rank. "
He loved the house and the bird, he thought about Luo Xiangzhu, and naturally he also hoped that the Tan family would get well. Looking at it this way, Zhu Houpao's face was no longer so abrupt and rude.
He kept looking at Zhu Houmao, who was also surrounded by guards, looking around and saluting.
At a certain moment, the two people's eyes met, and Ye Wumian did not react. Zhu Houmao's eyes were filled with slight doubts. He seemed to think that this maid looked familiar, as if he had seen her before somewhere, and he hesitated in his movements.
At this moment, the concrete adhering to the missing face of the stone lion actually slipped off due to unknown force and fell onto the red silk blanket, making a loud sound and splashing with broken slag. Click.
Zhu Houmao was riding a horse in front of him. His fair face was hit by bullets, and he suddenly screamed. His body, which was already shaking from side to side, was shaken by the movement, and he struggled with his teeth and claws, "Ah!", finally! In vain, he screamed and threw his hands to the ground, hoping that the horse would fall.
Fortunately, he had some basic internal skills. After falling, he immediately held his head in his hands and rolled around for a few times, which was not a serious problem.
The crowd was stunned for a moment. The festive and sad music was also played at a lag, and the musicians hesitated, wondering whether they should continue playing.
The guards were divided into two groups. One group looked around, thinking there was an assassin coming to kill? A wave of attentiveness helped Zhu Hou to get up.
Zhu Hou risked his embarrassment and smiled: "Nothing, nothing!"
He turned back and glanced in Ye Wumian's direction, but Ye Wumian had already avoided him. He just said that his eyesight was blurry, and with the help of the guards, he climbed back on the horse.
