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    In the tenth month of winter, when the prince looks up to the sun, he performs the ceremony of accepting his concubine.

    The emperor issued an edict to hold a banquet in front of Chengtian Gate for three days to celebrate with the people and offer amnesty to the world.

    This grand wedding added a touch of joy to Chang'an City, where the autumn leaves were withering and the city was desolate.

    On the day of the wedding, the people of Kyoto came out in droves and poured into the streets to watch.

    Ningyuan Hou's Mansion is in Xiuxiangfang in the west of the city. The prince's wedding procession left from Chongming Gate just south of the East Palace and walked westward along the horizontal street. Along the way, there were imperial roads with high walls on both sides and Jinwuweijing Road.  The people of Li could only listen to the sound of flutes and drums, the sound of chariots and horses neighing in the distance.

    The real dignitaries and dignitaries all went to the East Palace to watch the ceremony and banquet. The remaining ones who were not qualified but had some connections took advantage of the buildings, high platforms and Buddhist pavilions along the way to observe the prince's guard of honor and the number one in Chang'an from a distance.  The beauty's ten-mile red makeup can be regarded as having no regrets in this life.

    The only place along the way that allows you to overlook Zhuque Street from a close distance and distinguish faces clearly is the seven-story pavilion of Huichang Buddhist Temple.

    Dahuguo Temple is located in Jinchengfang opposite the Ningyuan Hou Mansion, across the street from the Hou Mansion.

    At this time, Suisui and Harutiao were on the top floor of the Buddhist pavilion.

    The railings on the lower floors were crowded with people, and from a bird¡¯s eye view they were filled with colorful flowers and dazzling pearls.

    There are only a dozen or so people on the ninth floor where they are located. Tea beds and couches have been set up next to the railing, separated by screens and curtains. They can enjoy Huichang Temple's famous tea and vegetarian snacks while looking out from the railing.

    The seats were arranged by someone tall. Lu Suisui was the woman of His Royal Highness King Qi no matter what, so she couldn't squeeze or rub shoulders with others.

    For the first time, Harujo felt that the money spent on bribing the governor's office was worth it.

    Her round face flushed with excitement, and she stretched her neck frequently to look out of the railing: "The gongs and drums have been sounding for a while, why haven't you seen His Highness the Prince's chariot yet?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion all around, and heard someone shouting: "It's coming, it's coming!" Then they saw a group of armored Donggong Yiwei riding horses coming from the end of the street.

    For a time, the golden armor shone brightly, the flags covered the sky, and the sound of trumpets and the thunderous sound of wheels and horse hooves resounded through the sky.

    Harutiao excitedly pulled Suisui to his feet, leaned on the railing, and pointed at the large driveway with brocade curtains and red wheels surrounded by ceremonial guards: "Look! That car is so majestic, with one, twosix horses pulling it.  ! The two men riding horses in front of the car are so handsome"

    Everyone¡¯s attention was also attracted by the two men.

    "Both of them are wearing purple robes and jade belts with golden beam crowns. One is riding a white horse and the other is riding a black horse.

    The handsome man on the white horse, with red lips and white teeth, is inexplicably cynical even though he is sitting upright on the horse, as if he is not serving as the best man to the prince, but enjoying the spring outing.

    The one riding the black horse has a tall and tall figure, with broad shoulders and long legs, deep eyebrows and a stern expression, as if a sword is coming out of its box.

    Sui Sui took a breath, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify, and then he realized that it was Huan Xuan.

    Harutiao finally came to his senses and exclaimed in Suisui's ear: "Isn't His Highness the Crown Prince's best friend our Highness?"

    He said a faint "hmm" and his eyes fell on the man riding the white horse.

    If she guessed correctly, it was the famous Yuzhang Wang Huan Minggui.

    This prince is my nephew. His father, King Jin, is talented and proficient in music, poetry, calligraphy and painting. He was once appointed as the prince in the late emperor's dynasty, but he insisted on giving up the crown prince's position to his younger brother. From then on, he devoted his love to the mountains and rivers, and spent all his time  Talked about poetry and painting with eminent monks and literati Qingke.

    Like father, like son. When his son, King Yuzhang, became even more serious, he took chanting the wind and the moon and walking on horseback as his official career since he was a child. He was known as a wealthy idler and a romantic dandy.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know which young man the man riding the white horse is. He is such a handsome man"

    Harujou's eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, feeling that one was like the ice of the twelfth lunar month, and the other was like the spring water of peach blossoms. It was hard to tell them apart, each was good at winning, and it was difficult to make a decision for a moment.

    Thinking that it was thanks to King Qi that he could sit here and watch the beautiful man, he said: "In my opinion, our Highness is more majestic, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and straight back"

    While he was talking, the prince's chariot had already arrived in front of the Zhumen of Ningyuan Hou Mansion.

    Harutiao¡¯s heart was racing, and he couldn¡¯t help but grab Suisui¡¯s sleeve: ¡°His Royal Highness is getting off the car!¡±

    The attendants reined in their horses one after another, and the prince got off the carriage with the help of a crimson-robed official.

    Everyone was waiting for this moment. For a moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the door of the carriage.

    ?"" Harujo couldn't bear to expose her, so he followed her words to comfort her.

    Suisui was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'd like to lend you some good words."

    Half of her face was turned golden red by the setting sun, while the other half was hidden in the blue shadow.

    That smile is a bit like crying.

    Harutiao¡¯s heart felt sour, as if someone pinched her.

    Before she could understand the taste, she stood up and said, "I'll go downstairs for a walk."

    Harutiao said reluctantly: "Madam, are you going down at this time? His Royal Highness has just entered"

    The main event is when the bride goes out. Although the Crown Princess uses a fan to protect her face, it is not a waste of time to look at the ceremonial clothes, jewelry, servants, and ten miles of red makeup.

    Sui Sui said: "It's a bit stuffy upstairs. I'm just going to walk around the temple to get some fresh air. You don't have to accompany me."

    "But¡­¡­"

    "I want to go for a walk alone." He said casually, with a strange and unquestionable tone in his voice.

    Harutiao was unconsciously frightened by her and nodded: "Madam, be careful."

    He then went downstairs and walked aimlessly in the temple.

    The whole city's scholars and common people went to the streets to watch the excitement. Huichang Temple, which is usually bustling with cars and horses, was much deserted.

    She walked along the corridor and through the atrium.

    There was a cry of wild geese in mid-air, and following the sound, I saw a lone bird flying by, gradually disappearing into the distance, disappearing into the purple twilight.

    She unknowingly walked deep into the green pines and cypresses. When the God of Return came, she was already in front of a small, secluded Buddhist hall.

    I don¡¯t know what kind of Buddha is enshrined in the hall. A monk in shabby clothes and holding a tin staff walked out of the shadow of the hall and suddenly stopped beside him.

    Suisui then noticed that this was a monk. His clothes were shabby and dirty, and he even glanced at him.

    He turned his head, looked at her with his intact green eye, put his hands together in a salute: "Tan Yue, please go in and burn some incense."

    Sui Sui looked inside and saw that the Buddhist hall was hidden deep in the trees. The setting sun could not shine in. There was only a weak light from an oil lamp, and the faces of the gods and Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform could not be seen clearly.

    She smiled lightly at Monk Hu and said, "I don't believe in Buddhism."

    The monk Hu was not worried: "You can refuse to worship Tan Yue, the other gods and Buddhas, but you have to worship this one."

    Sui Sui said: "Why?"

    Monk Hu said: "The one enshrined here is the Compassionate Wish Vajra. The young monk observes that Tan Yue has a heavy killing karma, so it's time to pay homage to it."

    Suisui was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "I didn't expect Master to be able to read faces through a curtain and hat. There are indeed many hares and foxes that died under my arrows."

    Monk Hu's green eyes flashed with a strange light: "The young monk can not only read faces, but also read marriages. According to the young monk, Tan Yue's marriage has arrived."

    Suisui couldn't help but laugh: "Master, I'm afraid I'm going to make a mistake this time."

    Monk Hu smiled and said, "Tan Yue, let's go and see."

    After saying namaste, he walked past her leisurely.

    Sui Sui stood there for a while, turned around, and walked back along the original path.

    It was dusk, the last ray of sunset faded from the sky, and the lights of the Hou Mansion illuminated the sky.

    The sound of drumming came from the distance again, it was time for the bride to go out.

    Suisui walked back to the auspicious music, and the wooden leaves rustled in the evening breeze. She thought of Monk Hu's words, and a smile spread across her lips.

    Marriage belongs to others, and those who are burdened with karmic debts can only get the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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