"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

Yongzhou Prefectures and counties, above the Song Dynasty, there are lights and colorful colors, and the atmosphere is full of joy.

“Thank you, thank you…”

The owner of the Song Mansion, Song Zhiyuan, the head of the Yongzhou Liquor House, stood in front of the hall with a smile on his face, greeting guests in, and greetings kept coming.

He was happy today because Song Kechan, the pearl in his hand, finally got married.

Song Kechan has been in her ten years of life. In this era, she is old and has been worried about her lifelong affairs. In the past, when she was in Nanyang Prefecture, there were many people who proposed marriage, but she never took it. Later, she was forced to get married by Yuanhua, and fortunately she was rescued by Xu Nianniang, so the matter was delayed.

Seeing that his daughter is getting older, why are she not anxious as a parent? However, Song Kechan's wholeheartedness is all about Chen Sanlang, and she does not avoid suspicion when she goes in and out of the house.

Song Zhiyuan had no objection to Chen Sanlang, but was a first-class son-in-law. Although Chen Sanlang had married Xu Jun, the dynasty system had three wives and four concubines, especially those like Chen Sanlang, who were the governor of Yongzhou and did not marry more wives. Not to mention that Chen Sanlang's mother was unwilling, and his subordinates were unwilling. As a group with concern, the issue of descendants of the head was never a personal matter.

As a typical example, the emperor has three palaces and six courtyards, and there are a lot of concubines. Many times, it is not that the emperor is debauchery, but that he must work hard for the royal family inheritance and leave seeds.

All of them are said are the same truth.

Anyway, since ancient times, everyone in the world has recognized this principle.

Song Kechan and Chen Sanlang were in contact with each other, and Song Zhiyuan couldn't ask for it and would not object. However, Chen Sanlang's attitude was ambiguous, which made people anxious.

Several times, Song Zhiyuan wanted to come to the door and say he was in love with him. However, all kinds of things have been complicated, one after another; and Song Zhiyuan was even more worried that Chen Sanlang would refuse, which would be embarrassing.

It was a pity that, a few days ago, Chen Sanlang, the elm-wood lump, finally got out of his mind and sent someone to propose marriage. Song Zhiyuan was overjoyed and immediately chose a good day. Anyway, the more troubled the autumn, the better the faster it will be, so as not to change.

Today is a great day.

As the head of the etiquette house, Song Zhiyuan was familiar with the etiquette system, various matters and procedures, and arranged them in an orderly and meticulous manner.

After working hard for more than half a day, all the gifts were completed and the bride was sent into the room. Chen Sanlang still had to stay in the hall to entertain guests.

"Brother Song, congratulations on finding a son-in-law to ride the dragon!"

At the Song Mansion, Zhou Fencao arrived at the venue and raised his glass to congratulate Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan had already drunk a lot of wine and smiled: "Thank you, thank you, Ke Chan got married, I, as a father, will feel at ease."

Zhou Fencao smiled and he was also happy for his close friend.

Song Zhiyuan said again: "That day, you asked me to join the young master, and I struggled in my heart. Fortunately, I finally made a decision, otherwise, I would have become a dry bone in the tomb."

"The past is not necessary to be mentioned anymore, just look forward. From then on, you and I will work together to help the young master manage his foundation and achieve great things. In the future, the merits and demerits will be of great success."

"Well said, I've made this cup!"

"drink!"

A single piece of cup was raised, and at this moment, we were drinking and gathering together.

In the evening, Chen Sanlang, who was drunk a little, came to his new house.

Hearing the sound of opening and closing the door, Song Kechan, who was sitting by the bed, couldn't help but feel nervous and couldn't help but reach out and grab the corner of her clothes.

When she was a wife for the first time, she was inevitably a little scared when facing men and women for the first time, especially what Xu Jun told her before. She said that although her husband was a scholar, she practiced martial arts and had agile figures.

After saying this, Song Kechan felt even more nervous. It was not because she was afraid that Chen Sanlang would be too fierce, but because she was worried that she would not be satisfied with her husband after she had received her new kindness.

Chen Sanlang had already done similar experiences once, so he seemed familiar. He quickly helped Song Kechan lift the veil and showed a picture-like face.

Song Kechan has an intellectual beauty. She is a bit cunning and naughty when she is young, but after many years of experience, she gradually faded her youthful character and became quiet and gentle.

After drinking the wine, Song Kechan's face turned red and she said softly: "My husband, please let me help you with loose clothes."

Chen Sanlang smiled: "Chan'er, let me do it for the matter of Kuangyi, I have experience."

These words were a bit provocative, and Song Kechan was so ashamed that she lay on the bed, not daring to move.

Outside the room, the sky became dark and the wind blew. After a while, there was a sudden thunder and silver snakes flying and interlaced.

"It's going to rain..."

The hibiscus tent is warm. Chen Sanlang, who is working hard, heard the thunder sound and spoke.

"Um..."

Song Kechan, who was weak and weak by him, was confused and didn't hear anything he said.

"Then let the storm come more violently."

Chen Sanlang murmured, burying his head into his warm body.

"ah!"

Song Kechan could no longer bear the screams in her throat, and screamed in pain and joy.

After a burst of lightning and thunder, a storm came, and the rain poured down, causing the roof windowsill to crackle, intertwined with the sounds inside the house and became music.

This is a midsummer rain. In no time, the crops outside the city will bear fruit and usher in the harvest season.

This year, there will be a bumper harvest.

...

The capital, thousands of miles away, is also a rainy night tonight, and the night sky is pitch black, like ink splashing. Sometimes lightning flashes passing by are particularly hideous.

It was getting late, and the Forbidden City shrouded in the rain was dimly lit, revealing a bit of loneliness.

During this period, this magnificent city suffered from war. After one tragic battle after another, there were damaged places everywhere. Even some corners were covered with weeds and no one repaired them, and a dilapidated aura was emitting.

In the palace, the lamps were on the imperial study room, and Yuan Wenchang sat on the chair, like a carved stone, hard and stable.

However, his beard was already covered with countless white frost. His cheeks began to become concave and he looked thin.

After the incident, he fought one after another, wearing a strong and holding a sharp edge, which greatly consumed his personal mental and physical strength. However, Yuan Wenchang finally succeeded and entered the capital and sat in the Golden Palace. However, he did not proclaim himself emperor, but instead established an eight-year-old royal family as the emperor in the name of "clearing the king". This child was the son of the fourth prince.

Yuan Wenchang's approach is quite clever and can greatly ease the current various contradictions.

However, many things move with the times and change with the situation, and often exceed the control of manpower.

Looking at the thick stack of urgent information on the desk, Yuan Wenchang frowned: These military newspapers were sent back from Liangzhou, with only one main content, the Mongols and Yuan cavalry raging, siege cities and ponds, burning, killing, and looting, and about to capture the entire Liangzhou!

Yuan Wenchang's original idea was to let the Mongolian Yuan out of the army, but he never expected that the other party would be so fierce and he fought in a short time. In time, the troops might be at the city.

"If you are not my race, your heart will be different..."

Listening to the violent storm outside, Yuan Wenchang sighed.
Chapter completed!