As for whether the eighth day of February is good or bad, there is still a dispute between the boring scholars in the palace and the magic sticks among the people who are fooling for life, but in Zhu Youcong's opinion, this day is definitely not a good day. In order to reflect the so-called princes
Majesty, he tried his best to persuade the mule to agree to pull the cart with other horses of thousands of miles, even coaxing and intimidating him and paying a jar of century-old wine. However, in exchange for this mule, he bit the horses with noble blood around him till they were covered with bruises; he thought
Don't let it go, this guy can run to the door of the small courtyard and pretend to be dead! After two days of tossing, General Zhenguo, the master, was forced to surrender and bribed the anxious old die-hards with a price of five thousand taels of silver and agreed to his own
Behind the mule was a large luxury car drawn by four horses.
"Don't wear it! I'm telling you, there has to be a limit to the nonsense!" After finally solving the problem of the carriage, the palace started to make a fuss again, and this time the request made by them was really unacceptable to Zhu Youcong!
"General, this is an ancient etiquette that cannot be abolished..." Those who can only recite poems and poems can at best be called scholars, but only those who can say white things into black can be called great Confucians! Han Xu Zang
After getting up, Yang He, the oldest, had to shoulder the heavy burden in order to maintain this honor. He held a big red flower in his hand and started to fool Zhu Youcong into wearing this thing on his head!
"I am the Ming Dynasty's general who governs the country, not a Tatar who performs monkey dramas in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!" Zhu Youcong is very stubborn. In his opinion, transvestites are just the third gender, and transvestites are at best victims of the fifth type of contact history.
, but with his body shape wearing this thing, he can definitely become a supernormal person with an explosion of ninth sense!
"Caiyi Yuqin! People call it Caiyi Yuqin!" Yang He was very glad that this little fat guy didn't have much knowledge in his head, otherwise it would be really difficult to fool him. "Men also had hairpins in ancient times, but from the Sui and Tang Dynasties to the Song Dynasty,
It is worn when attending wedding banquets or when traveling with the emperor. Now that the general is willing to restore our Chinese etiquette, he should set an example..."
"Brother Cong, look at it it's already getting late. If you linger any longer it will delay the auspicious time!" Although the hairpin was proposed by Yang He and others, Chongzhen also wanted to see the effect. If it looks really handsome
If so, then you might as well promote it vigorously, otherwise... "Aren't you just afraid of being laughed at? Why don't I find you a face towel?"
Wearing a face scarf? Why is this imperial brother becoming more and more unreliable? Did you ask me to go to the wedding or to rob? I am a dignified general who wants to rob people, and there is no need to hide! "Then!
Why don’t you wear hairpins?”
"This..." Isn't it just because you are young and can make some jokes that I use you as an experimental product? If the effect is not good, we older people really can't afford to lose face! Yang He continued to talk nonsense: "Attribution
The inferiors also want to have hairpins, but they have no choice but to be humble in status and cannot violate the etiquette. And even though the emperor is the emperor, he cannot steal the limelight on your wedding day, right?"
"The auspicious time has come, the general will go out to welcome the bride!" Nan Juyi didn't have a pocket watch on him, so he couldn't grasp the time accurately. He only knew that if he let this little monster entangle him any longer, he would be exposed.
"Little...little prince! You'd better bring more carriages!" As soon as Zhu Youcong, who was dressed up and dressed up, left the hospital, his most loyal henchman, Xiao Changzi, a profiteer who was hated by the Jiangnan scholars, panted.
Welcomed him.
"Why?" Zhu Youcong looked at the dozens of large cars next to him and was confused. He was going to marry his wife. Would it be possible to evacuate the old father-in-law's home with such a huge convoy?
"You...you will know when you go out and take a look!" There was the tragic experience of accompanying the prince to the Zhang family to pay the betrothal gift. Xiao Changzi has also learned his lesson now. Last time, he did not expect the people to be so enthusiastic because he was not fully prepared.
, they had to carry the extra thousands of gifts for several hours before getting them into the Zhang Mansion, and those wild geese that couldn’t find cages even turned the Zhang Mansion into a zoo, and in the end they had no choice but to get it.
Don't mobilize the army to help clean up.
"When the time comes, the ceremony begins—"
Following Wang Chengen's shout, the gate of the palace slowly opened. Two rows of hundreds of Imperial Guards, holding various props such as fans, gourds, hammers and other props, took the lead in moving as a guard of honor. Zhu Youcong, dressed in auspicious clothes, raised his head happily.
Sitting on horseback, behind him were a group of good ministers and generals headed by Yang He who were eating and drinking in the palace. As for Xiao Changzi and other palace servants, they were escorting a huge motorcade towards the Zhang Mansion.
"Congratulations to the general (young prince) on his wedding!" The officials who had been waiting outside the palace and the people who came from all over saw the motorcade leaving. They hurriedly expressed their sincere or unconscionable blessings with different names.
"Have fun!"
The many magic sticks of the White Lotus Sect led the local people in Luoyang to work hard. Even the drums from the army were borrowed by them and dragged to the scene. For a while, the gongs and drums and the suona were loud. The royal band brought by Chongzhen and the royal band in the palace
The musicians were even more unwilling to let go of this opportunity to perform. Anyway, the adults said that as long as it was lively, no one would care whether you played House of Flying Daggers or Wild Goose on the Sand.
"Amitabha--"
The eminent monks from various temples who came to Luoyang with Karmapa were not far behind, and suddenly the sound of Sanskrit resounded through the entire city of Luoyang! Although Zhu Youcong's move violated at least seven of the Eight Precepts of Buddhism, Prince Fu Wang had the destiny to escape from the three realms by understanding the Zen mechanism.
Isn't it just a matter of course for someone to pray for him?
"When-when-"
Don't think that time is running out and Luo Jacob and the others won't be able to make a big fuss. I don't know where they got a decent-looking big bell on the temporary church, and the sound sounds quite clear.
It's crudely made, but the performance is definitely no less than that of the original pipe organ in Macau, and it doesn't disappoint. The same song "Spring and Snow" played with this instrument also has a unique mood.
"Fire the gun!"
After all, Zhu Youcong was a Ming Dynasty general who relied on force to intimidate the world. How could his wedding be filled with only the sound of Mi Mi? Although the army's cannons could not be pulled out to blow down the city walls of Luoyang, no one forgot about it.
The city gates from the palace to Luoyang have long been covered with firecrackers. As the sparks fall, the sound of smoke and explosions in the city is endless. If Huang Taiji had seen this scene earlier, he would have thought it was a civil strife in Luoyang and he would have been very excited.
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Beside the road, Mrs. Gao shouted at the top of his voice to Zhu Youcong who was walking in front of him. He pointed to several loads of wedding cakes beside him and said: "On behalf of the nine hundred and thirty-five people of Gaojiazhuang, the common people congratulate the young prince on his wedding. This is a small gift."
Not respectful!"
"Thank you! Thank you, fellow villagers!" Seeing the crowds of people surrounding the guard of honor, bowing to him and saying congratulations, Zhu Youcong finally understood why he set off with such a huge convoy. Only this roadside table
The eight types of pastries, six varieties of dried fruits and four colors of candies on the table are enough to fill my small courtyard, not to mention the baskets on the ground filled with rice, white noodles, lotus root and taro. If I don't have these preparations, how can I go home later?
With the participation of the common people, the wedding team that stretched for nearly two miles slowly moved towards the Zhang family six miles away at an incredible speed. This was very painful for everyone over there who was praying loudly and knocking wooden fish with their hands.
The Tibetan monks, Luo Jacob and others were playing the organ and singing hymns. Fortunately, the journey was not very long, otherwise they would have been so tired that they would be foaming at the mouth and twitching their limbs?
"My nephew, congratulations to your uncle on your thousand-year marriage!" What Li Yan sent was a dowry. Of course, he couldn't go to Prince Fu's house to stay. He said he was happy, but in his heart he sighed, the gap is huge, look at the Ming Dynasty!
The marriage of the general of the country can cause such a big stir. If it were in my own country, let alone Lord Ayara, I wouldn't dare to imagine it even if he became the king!
"Why are you here if you don't stay inside?" Zhu Youcong was very puzzled. Although this guy sent 500 jars of kimchi to Luoyang this time and almost got kicked back to the east by himself, but in the end he still managed to
He is allowed to attend this wedding as the daughter-in-law. If he doesn't dress up the bridesmaids inside, why are they out here?
"This..." Li Yan was very shy, but it took him dozens of thousand-year-old wild mountains to ask Zhang Guoji for this job and he couldn't help but mention it. "My nephew was ordered to respectfully ask Uncle Huang to write a poem to urge people to make up.
Then we can let you in..."
"Isn't it a poem to encourage makeup? No problem, Second Wife, come and send him away!" Zhu Youcong really has no ability at all in poetry writing. If Zhang Guoji doesn't mind rushing in to snatch people, he can lead them himself.
The door was torn down.
"It is said that the red powder is mixed under the candle, and the beauty is not beautiful in front of the mirror. There is no need to put makeup on the face, but the eyebrows are left to be painted." It is not difficult for Nan Juyi to write poems, but now this boy is only thinking about how to do it.
Only if you can not arouse Zhu Youcong's resentment, but also successfully complete the emperor's instructions and implement the troublesome arrangements later, how can you still feel that way? If you can quote a slightly more reliable predecessor's work, even if it is
Not bad.
"You kid, how dare you try to muddle through?" Before Li Yan could make a judgment, Zhang Guoji couldn't help but get out of it. He was both satisfied and resentful of Zhu Youcong, his double son-in-law. Of course he was satisfied?
That's for sure. Even though the eldest daughter has lost the identity that women all over the world aspire to, she has found true love. I believe that this little fat man can also bring happiness to their sisters. And in this world, if you want to find someone who can be okay, you can give the emperor some problems.
.It is not easy to find a son-in-law who has tricked and tricked countless people into his chest with a wave of his fat hand. But if he was not so popular, how could his small family become a zoo?
.The whole family has been so noisy by those squawking geese that they can't sleep peacefully? If those were not betrothal gifts, I would have packed them up and thrown them into Prince Fu's Mansion!
"Father-in-law, please be at ease. I will definitely ask someone to write a poem that satisfies you!" Isn't it just a reminder poem? If Nan Juyi is not good enough, I still have people under my command. At worst, I will ask people to go back and let him hide in the corner.
Han Xu will give you a song.
"No!" The emperor secretly gave me a secret order, and he wants to torture you as much as possible, and if it is so easy, how can the resentment in my chest come out? "This urging poem must be written for you on the spot, and I have never heard of it! Otherwise...
"
"What?" Zhu Youcong became anxious when he heard this. If Zhang Guoji asked him to memorize a few Tang poems regardless of subject matter, it would be okay, but how could he compose any poems?
"I'm telling you, if you can't do it today, don't even think about entering my house!" Looking at the sky, Zhang Guoji kindly reminded: "It will be unlucky if you delay the time!"
Nan Juyi and others were also so anxious that they broke into cold sweat. If they waste too much time here, they would not have time to perform the program they were preparing for next. Zhu Youcong whispered in his ear: "General, why don't you just make one yourself?"
Come on, the auspicious time is coming soon..."
"I don't know how to write poetry! If my father-in-law insists on doing this, my son-in-law can find a way to accommodate me!" It was indeed getting late. Although Zhu Youcong didn't believe in good times and good days, he had to consider the two troublemakers.
idea.
"Tell me about it?" An accommodating method? This little fat man often uses money to buy living emperors. Is he planning to use this trick on me too? Zhang Guoji is already imagining his home filled with gold and silver.
"Father-in-law, you really don't regret it?"
"No regrets!" Anyway, my two daughters' hearts have been given to you, and they have stayed in the palace for so many years. If you can collect some costs, you can count on it! As for the wild geese at home, can't they be slaughtered and roasted when the work is done?
"Here comes someone!" Zhu Youcong had been robbed by the emperor a long time ago. He really didn't have much cash in his pocket, and in his heart, Zhang Yan and that little fairy couldn't be measured by money. If Zhang Guoji used another excuse to blackmail, maybe
There is still hope of success, but now... "Tear down the gate of this courtyard and ask my old father-in-law to rest nearby!" (To be continued.)