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Chapter 83: Big Wedding

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    In January of the 33rd year of Emperor Anping, the emperor issued three decrees in succession. One was the decree for the canonization of the princess, ordering the Ministry of Rites to step up and confirm the arrangement of a series of ceremonies, and the other was for Princess Rongxian to marry Zhuang Lijue and build a princess mansion.  The third is to allow the king to accept the third lady of the Liu family as his side concubine.

    The three decrees are in no particular order, and the wedding date is urgent, but no one can go beyond the prince's side, so the Ministry of Rites is busy with the prince's wedding first.

    ?The 23rd day of the first lunar month is suitable for marriage, offering sacrifices, praying for blessings, praying for heirs, breaking ground, meeting relatives and friends, laying foundations, building warehouses, buying livestock, shepherding, opening toilets, entering the population, and auspicious days.

    With a swipe of the emperor's pen, Duan Jinrui confirmed the official wedding date. Duan Jinrui kept silent, but it was regarded as acquiescing. This made Zhuang Lijue, who had been worried that he would be impulsive, even more uneasy.  eerie tranquility.

    On the twenty-third day of the first lunar month, Duan Jinrui was wearing a bright red auspicious robe, with a four-clawed dragon pattern crown in his hair. On the wedding robe, the golden dragon was lifelike, reflecting the whole person, with a different spirit.

    Tong Ruo had already dressed up, and when Duan Jinrui arrived with the guard of honor, she faintly saw the man's figure through the gap in the hijab from a distance, and smiled quietly.

    "The prince looks better today than in the past! No wonder my son is not married to the prince"

    Princess Changle, who was accompanied by the bright ruo beside her, showed a kind smile on her face. Even though she and her daughter were separated by a layer of hijab, she could still imagine the joy of the other party now. Knowing daughter Mo Ruonu, she sincerely hopes that her daughter  Being able to get what she wanted, the efforts she made were not in vain.

    "Mother, what are you talking about!"

    Tong Ruo shyly yelled in embarrassment. In the past, she was never embarrassed to talk about these things with her mother, and she pursued them if she liked them. However, today, the girl's heart began to understand shyness.

    Duan Jinrui had already arrived, and first met with Princess Changle. Although the marriage was not what he really wanted, he did not forget the proper etiquette when the matter came to an end.

    Princess Changle nodded with a smile, said a few words to Duan Jinrui, and then withdrew from the two young men.

    "Brother Prince"

    There was no sound, Tong Ruo stretched out her slender hand and put it on the big hand that the man handed over.

    Helping the bride into the sedan chair, Duan Jinrui got on the horse, and when he turned his head, a patch of red lights hung in the icy eyes, but it was only reflected, not melted.

    The East Palace is very well furnished, the only one in the huge palace is the Qianyuan Hall where the emperor lived, the furnishings inside look light and simple, which is very in line with Duan Jinrui's taste, but they are actually priceless treasures.

    Taking advantage of the prince's big wedding, the powerful ministers who were lucky enough to hear about it before but never came in person took a few glances quietly, and then they have already made a general assessment. It seems that the seat of His Royal Highness is still very stable, not to mention a perfect one.  The sandalwood screen that exudes a faint fragrance, the priceless South Sea pearls, the rare treasures on the ancient shelves, and the deep-sea corals that are regarded as treasures that the emperor obtained a few days ago are all rewarded.  , Have you made any decorations in the palace?

    There is also a piece of Qiqiao silk yarn with a thousand gold, which is also a rare good thing for ladies in the palace, and it is also used as curtains and curtains that can be seen everywhere in the main hall, the main hall for banquets, the prince's bedroom, and the two sides of a main concubine.  The palaces of concubines, these palaces have been rested and painted bright and gorgeous. The red veils dance with the movements of the maids, and the lonely ornaments shine brightly.

    With such grandeur, when Duan Jinrui led the bride at the other end, the auspicious words from the crowd rushed towards him as if he didn't want money, and the expression on the groom's face was calm, neither sad nor happy.  An outsider is most like an outsider.

    Duan Jinrong looked at this magnificent palace, looked at the elder brother of the stars, and clenched his fists. These should belong to him. His mother is the highest among the emperor's existing concubines.  Because his mother is so precious, he should be the most honorable prince in the palace. Why did Duan Jinrui get everything he dreamed of without doing anything?  His father's love, his monstrous power, his wife of high status, and those women who make people's heart adore him.

    These should be his, his!  If the nails hadn't been trimmed extremely smoothly, they might have scratched a long time ago: "Your Highness!"

    A soft shout came from beside him, it was Mu Wugui. As a subject of King Rong, he was also honored to come to watch the ceremony today.

    Duan Jinrong's voice was so low that no one else could hear it except Mu Wugui: "Wugui, how is this king worse than him?"

    Duan Jinrong smiled and looked at his elder brother who grew up with him, with a cold face that everyone would feel uncomfortable, but everyone didn't realize it, masochistic.He went up, with resentment in his eyes.

    "The prince is smart and capable, humble and self-sufficient, with great talents, and all the ministers praise him!"

    Mu Wugui's words are not for flattery, but from the heart. Duan Jinrong is actually a good person, but, except for those who are closest to him or Duan Jinrui who grew up with him,  No matter who it is, they will praise King Rong in this way. He handles things properly, treats people extremely well, is smart and eloquent, simple and modest. Duan Jinrong has lived for 21 years. As long as he can remember, he has demanded such things from himself. It is the emperor who is tough.  Insisting on Duan Jinrui as the prince, Duan Jinrong's side is not unavailable. Everyone wants Conglong Zhigong, and a master who is kind and easy to talk is obviously better than the kind of master who can't rub sand in his eyes and is ruthless and decisive.  Much easier to serve.

    However, Duan Jinrong asked himself that he was no worse than Duan Jinrui in everything, but he could only look up to him. This unwillingness was like a poisonous snake gnawing at all the tenderness in his heart.

    "So, if this king replaces him, is it considered as what everyone expects?"

    This sentence is lighter than the question just now, even apart from Duan Jinrong himself, even Mu Wuzui who is close to him can only see the vague mouth shape.

    Even if he could guess it all, but Duan Jinrong never announced his ambitions out of his mouth, but now he told him, Mu Wugui was shocked. Duan Jinrong was never a broad-minded person.  Everyone has doubts in secret. Mu Wugui has followed him for a long time, knowing that his position in Duan Jinrong's eyes is not to the extent that he can even speak such words frankly. Could it be that Duan Jinrong discovered something?

    Thoughts in his mind were running through the analysis quickly, but Mu Wugui's instinct made his shoulders pause slightly, and there was a trace of panic on his face that could not be seen unless he observed carefully: "What are you afraid of?"

    On the bluestone-colored official uniform, with one hand pressed, Duan Jinrong turned his head: "Don't worry, this king knows your loyalty!"

    "Thank you, my lord, for your trust!"

    Mu Wugui regained his gentle smile, as if nothing had happened just now, Duan Jinrong smiled meaningfully: "This king likes loyal people, and also likes smart people, no guilt, don't let this king down!"

    The hand clapped on the shoulder seemed to be extremely heavy. Except for Mu Wuzui himself, no one could see the dark tide between the two of them.

    Duan Jinrong put down the hand on Mu Wuzui's shoulder, picked up a glass of water and wine from the table, and then with a gentle and harmless smile, he greeted the newcomer: "Fourth brother, congratulations on your beautiful wedding|wife, brother  |Brother, I wish my elder brother and sister-in-law a happy marriage for a hundred years, and have a precious son soon!"

    Offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, paying homage to parents, marrying with red makeup, no one is envious, no one is not jealous, Duan Jinrong's sincere blessing makes the delicate face under the veil of Tong Ruo flush with blush, but it is a pity that the beauty is shy and no one can see  .

    Duan Jinrui shook the gold-encrusted orb-encrusted cup in his hand, but the wine did not overflow. He raised his head, and a rare faint smile appeared on his cold face: "I also want to congratulate the ninth younger brother in advance on his upcoming wedding, and I wish you the best of luck!"

    Those who don't know about it will definitely think that the two are sincere brothers and bless each other, but Duan Jinrui and Duan Jinrong are both involved, and only they can understand the feeling of it.

    The wine in my hand is not imperial jade wine, nor is it delicious nectar, but a choked and uncomfortable drink.

    The gazes of the two people met in mid-air, and they focused intently. There was not a single drop of wine in the glasses in the hands of the two people. Gradually, the people around the side disappeared.  Some are thoughtful speculations, while others are worried about their masters.

    "Thank you, brother four, for your kind words!"

    Duan Jinrong lowered his head first, and drank the wine in his glass. Duan Jinrui didn't do anything more to cause people to talk about. There were a lot of accounts between them, and they needed to be settled slowly.  The wine is also drank in one gulp.

    Everyone applauded loudly, and the atmosphere was extremely intense.

    After eating raw cakes, drinking Hebei wine, and forming a knot, Xi Niang said auspicious words, and led the serving palace people to salute and retreat.

    Duan Jinrui quietly stared at the lowered head, but quietly looked up at the fluttering eyelashes, a bit of bitterness appeared on his face that had been cold all the time, and before the girl noticed it, he said softly: "Put it down!"

    ?The wedding candles are burning high, and the lamps and shadows have already formed a pair. It is obviously a wedding night in the bridal chamber of embracing each other, but there is a biting cold, which begins to spread from the heart.

    Duan Muheng listened to the report of the half-kneeling person in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face. Even though there were wrinkles that were no longer young, he could still feel the handsomeness of the past from the lines of his facial features: "You did a good job, as long as Tai Zihe  The princess is fine, there is no need to report the prince's affairs in the future!"

    "Also, send the letter out, let those people who have been sent out let them withdraw!"

    "Subordinates obey!"

    Yinlongwei is the last trump card in the hands of the emperors of all dynasties, but it is used to snoop on their son's boudoir. It is said that it is a big deal, but Duan Muheng doesn't think so at all.  Let's go!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)??I have to report it specially!  "

    "Also, send the letter out, let those people who have been sent out let them withdraw!"

    "Subordinates obey!"

    Yinlongwei is the last trump card in the hands of the emperors of all dynasties, but it is used to snoop on their son's boudoir. It is said that it is a big deal, but Duan Muheng doesn't think so at all.  Let's go!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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