The marriage of a princess is a major event for the country.
But today's wedding seems to be different. The entire palace is very quiet. Although there are bright red hangings everywhere in the palace, there are still a lot of decorations, and there is joy everywhere.
But in the eyes of many slaves in the palace, there is no joyful emotion.
On the contrary, everyone is very cautious, as if everyone has something on their mind, and any eye contact will be very panicked.
Li Xiangnan saw everything in her eyes, and she started preparations early this morning. For an older princess, it would always be a very important thing for an older princess to finally wait until her wedding day.
But Li Xiangnan didn't have any special feelings. He always felt strange in his heart. He didn't even feel the emotion of getting married. He just felt that the people around him knew something and were avoiding something.
The auspicious time is approaching and the princess is about to leave the palace.
The personal maid covered the princess's head and whispered: "Princess, please move."
Li Xiangnan stood up slowly and asked in a low voice when he was about to walk out: "Now, you still don't tell me what happened?"
Everyone knows something, except the princess involved.
Li Xiangnan is not a fool. How could he not see the problem? He has even guessed what the problem is.
This was the last moment. Li Xiangnan just wanted to know clearly, so he asked.
The palace maid's expression changed, and she seemed to be in a dilemma: "Your Highness, you... what are you talking about? My slave... I don't know."
"You have been with me for so many years, and on this occasion of parting, do you not want to be honest with me?"
"Slave...Slave..." The palace maid hesitated and hesitated, "Slave is afraid..."
"That's it! Just don't say it." Li Xiangnan suddenly became calm.
With that said, he was about to walk out of the palace.
"Your Highness, today...today is to send the princess to the Furong Garden." The palace maid was heartbroken and lowered her voice and said, "Princess, please don't say that it was the slave who said this."
Li Xiangnan's body trembled slightly, his feet on the door frame stopped in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly fell to the ground.
"Let's go." Li Xiangnan said calmly.
The palace maid was a little surprised, surprised by the princess's expression: "Princess, you..."
Li Xiangnan stopped answering. She had thought about this situation from the beginning.
After all, he is her father, and she understands that.
Even if there was Grandpa Huang, it would not be so easy for the Emperor to change his mind.
The whole thing was uneventful from the beginning, so smooth that it seemed unreal to Li Xiangnan.
In the past few days, Li Xiangnan couldn't feel at ease, and he always had a lingering feeling of worrying about gains and losses.
Now I'm fine, I've got a definite answer, which eliminates some unrealistic thoughts in my mind.
For Li Xiangnan, this may be a good thing.
Although Li Xiangnan kept warning himself in his heart, it was impossible for him to have the emotion he wanted as a princess.
But when he was about to go out, Li Xiangnan still shed some unwilling tears.
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The procession of the princess' wedding was huge. From the palace, all the way to the south, countless people gathered around to watch. There was constant laughter and laughter along the way. Everyone wanted to be a little happy.
An equally lively place is the Qingyuan Poetry Club.
There are many folk poetry gatherings, but this is the first time that His Royal Highness the Prince personally held a poetry gathering.
The poetry meeting invited students from the top ten colleges in Chang'an to participate. Before it even started, some people were discussing which college would become the new number one university in the Tang Dynasty after the Qingyuan Poetry Meeting.
Outside the Qingyuan, although idlers were not allowed to enter, the crowd could not resist the enthusiasm, and it was crowded with people early in the morning.
Someone in the crowd shouted: "Whoever beats Yongxing College, pay three to one, one tael of silver is not much, and one copper plate is not too little, let's all have fun."
There were already people sitting outside, and various people came forward to join in the fun.
Others don't understand: "Your odds are wrong. Why do you say that Yongxing College has always been the number one university in the Tang Dynasty? Its odds should be the lowest."
As soon as this person said it, several people around him explained it one after another.
"Brother, you are not well informed. This year's session of Yongxing College is the last session that Yu Shinan will take charge of. After this session, Yu Shinan will retire and return to his hometown. Before leaving, how much thought can he use? So this
After the Qingyuan Poetry Society, the number one university in the Tang Dynasty will definitely need to change."
"Also, haven't you heard about what is taught in Yongxing College? It's either running or carpentry. I heard that they also have to recite Buddhist scriptures and listen to scriptures. Is this something that serious people learn? I think Yu Shinan has no intention of caring about it for a long time.
As a student, how can I compare with other colleges?"
"Is there such a thing?" The common people who didn't know the reason wiped their sweat and said to themselves that it was a good thing they didn't go to Yongxing College blindly.
At this time, the teams from each college arrived at the gate of Qingyuan under the escort of the East Palace guards.
There are many students from each college, and most of them park their cars outside the street and line up to enter. As soon as the students enter the street where Qingyuan is located, they immediately become the focus of attention.
There are hundreds of students from ten colleges, all wearing the clothes of each college, neatly and distinctly, looking quite imposing.
This kind of high-profile appearance in front of the people and enjoying the admiration of people is still very good for these young students.
Especially after hearing the screams of the girls on both sides of the street, all of them were arrogantly adjusting their clothes, taking out folding fans and trying their best to show their elegance.
There were some outstanding people from the colleges ahead who waved to the girls, but they didn't get any response.
At first they didn't understand. No matter where they appeared on weekdays, they always won the favor of many girls. Why were all the girls looking behind them today?
Until a small team from Yongxing College walked into the main street and came under the gaze of many girls. The screams suddenly burst into shouts of "Young Master Bai". The screams suddenly became louder and the scene became commotion. Everyone
The guards gathered around Yongxing College, barely able to stop the enthusiastic girls from rushing towards Mr. Bai.
Shui Tiao singer Bai Song appeared in public for the first time and attracted many girls.
There was so much excitement outside the Poetry Club, and more than half of them came to admire Mr. Bai's style.
The young man who usually flirts with everyone, today stood beside Bai Song, and naturally became nothing.
The students had rarely seen such a scene before, and they thought they were cheering for them. Now they heard the shouts of "Mr. Bai" one after another, and their faces were inexplicably hot. They lost all the interest they had when they first saw the lively scene.
"Bai Song, Bai Song...he just relied on good luck to write a water-melody song. Today, he and his Yongxing College will be disgraced!"
I don't know who said something in the crowd, and a pair of pairs of resentful eyes turned around, and the girls spat disdainfully: "What is it? You deserve it?!"
"With your appearance, even if you write thousands of poems, you can't find one that can compare with Mr. Bai's water-melody song!"
"You're not as talented or talented as you are, and you're not even as good-looking. You look so crooked and crooked, what kind of girl would like you?"
