Ji Liyou and the storyteller were joking all the way. When they arrived at the front door of Ji's mansion, they were greeted by servants and immediately informed.
The storyteller sarcastically said, "I have to send a message when I return to my home. This big brother of yours really treats you as a 'distinguished guest'."
"Have you got your things?" Ji Liyou asked him.
The storyteller took out the bracelet and said, "Take it yourself. Mrs. Ji asked you to get it, but you asked me to hold it for you."
"Are you being unreasonable? It was you who said that the things belonging to your daughter's family should not be passed through my hands. You said that I was young and energetic, and you were afraid that my mind was not pure."
This rhinoceros horn bracelet is said to protect women from wealthy families from being in good health after marriage and protect them from all diseases. It is a sacred item that the old lady of the Ji family keeps in the temple and raised by many families.
"I saw that this bracelet was old. The gems inlaid on the bracelet are extremely rare purple obsidian and deer spirit rock." Ji Liyou took the bracelet and put it in his sleeve pocket.
"What? Are you jealous? If you get married in the future, maybe the old lady will give you a bracelet like this and ask you to give it to her future granddaughter-in-law." The storyteller hides the needle.
Ji Liyou cautiously said, "Sir, how dare I? Even if I really have a bracelet to give to others, I won't have anyone to give it to."
"Yeah?"
"In addition to hanging out with my husband every day, do I still have time to go to Goulan Wine Shop? Not to mention going to some poetry club to have a banquet and get to know some female members of the scholar family."
At this time, Mrs. Ji was in the house.
When he heard that Ji Liyou was back, he was very happy and said, "Hurry up and call him to come in."
Before he could finish his words, Ji Liyou and the storyteller walked in.
When Miss Xie in the hall saw Ji Liyou and others entering, she bowed and retreated into the inner room.
Ji Shanjing was also there. When he saw Liyou coming in, he just pretended not to see him.
The two of them paid their respects to Ji Shanjing's mother. I met Mrs. Ji again. The storyteller stood aside without saluting or speaking.
Mrs. Ji held Ji Liyou's hand and said, "Although you were said to have recovered from a serious illness a few days ago, I think you were seriously injured last time. I'm afraid you were seriously injured. I asked you to see Taoist Jian Wei." , can you see it?"
Ji Liyou then told the old lady about meeting Taoist Jian Wei in the temple, but did not blurt out a word about meeting Wei Lang.
When Mrs. Ji saw Ji Liyou coming home this time, she was even more humble than before. Although she was happy, she thought that he was injured last time in Liangzhu and had to be nursed back to Bolu for a few days before he recovered. She felt distressed and worried at the same time. But he had to teach him a lesson, because he scolded him: "Little beast, I know you want to die in old age, why do you still come home? Is it because this time if your brother doesn't call you for his wedding, you won't come back either? And Let me ask you, how much glory does it bring to open a teahouse, to compete with the ancestors of the Ji family?"
When Ji Liyou heard this, he knelt on the ground for about half a moment.
Ji Shanjing knew that Ji Liyou had escaped from death, so he talked about love casually, while the storyteller stood aside, obviously losing his patience.
Seeing that Ji Liyou was still kneeling, the storyteller said, "The Taoist temple is too far away, and the boat and carriage are tired. I want to go back and rest."
Ji Shanjing glared angrily, not expecting this man to be so ungrateful. He didn't know how Ji Liyou learned to be so polite with such a master.
But when Mrs. Ji heard this, she left Ji Liyou behind. She immediately ordered her servants to clean a house in the mansion and invite someone to invite Mr. Wen to rest.
The storyteller pointed at Ji Liyou and said, "How long do you want to keep him?"
Mrs. Ji said, "Why don't you get up? Go and wait for your master to rest."
Ji Liyou stood up slowly and bowed again before retreating.
When Ji Shanjing left his grandmother's place, he asked his mother, "Who is Ji Liyou's Master Bolu? He is very evil."
Mother sighed, "Don't say that in front of your grandmother."
"Grandma respects such a young man in his early twenties. Why?"
Mother shook her head, "It's better not to say more. It all has something to do with your grandfather. This gentleman, he was the same age when your grandfather was here. After all these years, he still hasn't changed."
"In that case, what is it if it's not a monster?"
"It's a demon or a god. Your grandmother knows it in her heart. Don't make rash guesses."
Ji Shanjing said yes.
"You must pay more attention to the princess's affairs. Although she has not been raised in the palace since her early years, she is still a serious princess. With the identity of her mother there, your majesty cannot but give her a thousand households this time."
The Ji family was so anxious to propose a marriage proposal this time that it took them half a month to purchase dowries and other items and repair the princess' mansion. But Yang Guogong still felt that the Ji family was perfunctory. All the utensils used to accompany the wedding were either gold or silver. Even the bed curtains in the princess's wedding room were hung with pearls. One pearl would cost an ordinary person a whole month's food expenses, and even more Needless to say, the decorations in the princess's mansion.
Before getting married, Duke Yang Guo said to the princess, "No matter how domineering Ji Shanjing is, I guarantee that he will not dare to bully you. Your mother died early, and your brother was unlucky in his youth. It is because he is not a good father... After you get married, he will He is your minister. He will not disobey you no matter what you say. You are the king, and he is a minister. He is a minister of the Jimo family. He will not enter the princess's house without being called. It's okay if you don't like him. This Liangzhu man Young Master from an aristocratic family, whoever you like after marriage will be your favorite."
Jimo Ran heard what her father said was so insulting, and smiled and said, "Brother Shanjing is very good. I don't need to be disrespectful. The princess of the Jimo family is indeed noble, but the men of the Ji family are not bad either. Father, don't always think Please let me crush him, I want to treat him with respect."
Yang Guogong stroked his daughter's head, "If your mother was still here, why would you marry the Ji family? According to your mother's temper, His Majesty's methods against us over the years -"
"Dad, so many years have passed. Let the past go. My daughter is unfilial and will not be able to stay with her father in the future. But as long as she has free time, she will come back to see her father."
According to Liangzhu custom, weddings are held in the evening, and Princess Tangshuo’s wedding, which attracted national attention, is no exception.
The wedding car traveled all the way to the Ziwei County Hall, from Changle Gate to the Ziwei County Government Office in the southeast of Liangzhu City. The torches lit along the way formed a fire dragon.
Later generations recorded: "Ziwei County is a wedding hall, since Changle Gate is set up with Liaoxiang, and Daoyue is withered."
The newlyweds paid homage to heaven and earth, and all the guests cheered and drank.
There is also a banquet held in the Ji family's inner house, where everyone drinks wedding wine.
Jimo Ran was sitting in the wedding room, thinking back on how she had grown from a child to a young girl over the years.
When I was young, I played butterflies and Cuju with my brother. When I grew up, I was carried by Ji Shanjing behind me and walked through the puddles on the palace road.
The lights in the room are bright, and the princess's phoenix crown is shining with green pearls. She is the most beautiful bride tonight.
Her father felt that she was wronged by marrying Ji Shanjing, but Jimo Ran didn't think so. Ji Shanjing had protected her for many years. Before she met Yijige, she had been thinking about who she should marry if she didn't marry him. But in the end, she was never destined to meet the person she loved. Fortunately, she had not yet fallen deeply in love with Doctor You, whom she only met a few times on the grassland.
The second drum is approaching.
The red candle on the table suddenly broke into two pieces, fell to the ground and slowly rolled to Jimo Ran's feet. She pulled off the hijab, already feeling something was wrong.
"It's been a hundred years of good things together, and the princess's wedding is indeed rare to see."
Jimo Ran was overjoyed when he heard a familiar voice, "Wei Lang!"
She jumped up from the bed, ran to him in a few steps, and hurriedly hugged him, "It's really you, Wei Lang, are you still alive?!"
Wei Lang sneered, "I'm sorry, you must be disappointed that I'm still alive."
"Wei Lang, what are you talking about? I have never been so lucky that you are alive."
"If it weren't for me, you would sit on your bed, spread your tent, and drink cups of wine tonight without having to talk in detail."
Jimo Ran already felt that Wei Lang's tone was unkind, "What's wrong with you?"
"Your Highness, do you really know this?"
"I..." She didn't dare to say or think.
"You have a guilty conscience, don't you?"
Jimo Ran's eye circles suddenly turned red.
"As expected, Ji Liyou asked me to ask clearly. What else should I ask you?"
"Wei Lang... I... I..."
"Okay, let me ask you, why did Anmuda die?"
Ran Ran looked at the red cloth in the wedding room, and suddenly thought of the dazzling red that night, and the terrible injuries on An Muda's back, which were bloody and bloody.
Her tears finally fell, "Anmuda... it's me..." She wanted to say that she didn't protect Anmuda well. Under the iron heel of the Southern Wei Dynasty, it was already too late when she left.
"Do you know how much she likes you?"
"I know that she has always been sincere to me. She said that she hopes I will be happy and healthy in this life."
"Are you worthy of the happiness and health she said?" Wei Lang raised her chin with his sword.
"You are the person she cherishes most in this world, but it's a pity that you are not worthy of her at all." Wei Lang said.
"I'm sorry, Wei Lang, I... everything that happened was not in my plan. I never thought that this day would happen to Southern Wei and Shi Wei."
"Isn't it because Shi Wei ended up like this thanks to His Highness's drawings?"
Ran Ran was panicked, but she didn't expect that he already knew, "Listen to my explanation, Wei Lang, I'm not... I don't want to be like this..."
"Can you tell me, why did you draw those drawings? How can Anmuda and I feel sorry for you, why are you betraying us?"
"I'm really sorry, really... Wei Lang... I beg you to forgive me..." Jimo Ran cried and became hoarse.
"I already regretted it when I painted it, but believe me, I originally wanted to burn it, but..."
"You want to burn it? Hahahahaha... You marked clearly, for fear that the Southern Wei people would not be able to find the hidden main headquarters of Shiwei. If it were not for your drawings, Ji Shanjing would have brought his troops to the Shiwei grassland to massacre the people indiscriminately. Really?" Wei Lang was completely annoyed.
He came with a glimmer of hope. Maybe he should trust her as much as Ji Liyou. After all, they are friends who share life and death together and have experienced so many dangers together. He should also trust her a little more. .
The long sword pierced her delicate neck with a horizontal stroke. If it was deeper, it could cut her throat. Ran Ran closed her eyes and said, "If you want to kill me, just kill me. I did do something wrong. I am not ashamed." Southern Wei, but I am ashamed of Wei Wei and I am ashamed of Anmuda's trust."
Wei Lang remembered Ji Liyou's words, put down his sword and said, "Kill you. Anmuda will feel sad when he sees you, so you have to live."
He put down his sword and set up a barrier.
Jimo Ran covered his bleeding neck and said, "You should leave quickly. If brother Shanjing and my father come, they will kill you. The people of Southern Wei will not spare the lives of those who lost Wei."
Wei Lang hugged her and threw her on the wedding bed behind him, "I thought of another way to make you suffer. This method will definitely make Ji Shanjing's life worse than death."
Jimo Ran's expression changed drastically, "Wei Lang, what are you going to do!"
He tore through her wedding dress with his long sword, "What do you think?"
Jimo Ran cried and stopped him from untying her wedding dress, "Wei Lang, don't do this. I beg you, please let me go."
Wei Lang would never be soft-hearted to her again. He remembered that she had thrown stones at him. She had never been afraid of hurting him. Only he and An Muda carefully protected her. For such a heartless and unjust person, her tears were worthless. not worth.
He wanted to ask Jimoran whether her knife trembled when she pointed it at Anmuda's back, and whether she felt hot when Anmuda's blood dripped on her hand.
But he couldn't ask after all.
When he broke in, Jimo Ran remembered that Anmuda had said that he was the best assassin and the best killer in Shiwei. No one could stop him from what he wanted to do. The people he wanted to kill would be exhausted. Everyone will kill that person too.
He deliberately caused her pain and made her suffer. Jimo Ran cried until she was covered in sweat, and her wedding clothes were piled on the ground in a mess.
He ignored her request and acted as if he hadn't heard anything from beginning to end.
Jimo Ran wanted to meet someone like this, but she regretted seeing him today. She had no hatred, but felt that there was a missing piece in her heart. Whose fault was it that they had come to this point
When Wei Lang pulled away, he didn't even look at her.
As soon as the barrier was opened, the princess's mansion was in chaos.
When Ji Liyou heard that an assassin had entered the princess's palace on the wedding day, he knew that Wei Lang was inextricably linked to this matter.
He never liked talking to Ji Shanjing, and he was worried about Ran Ran getting hurt, so he took the initiative to ask about the princess.
Ji Shanjing ignored him and stayed at the princess mansion for the next few days.
Ji Liyou thought of the Taoist temple, so he had to go there to wait for Wei Lang. If he was still there, the two of them could still meet.
The storyteller knew that Ji Liyou was going, so he said, "If you want the Taoist temple to find him, it's better to leave the city now. Maybe you can see him again."
Ji Liyou asked, "Really?"
"What are you lying to?"
"Since you know that I am looking for him, you must know that I want to ask him about Jimo Ran. The Princess Mansion is now heavily guarded. If I go there at this time, I am afraid that I will be at odds with Ji Shanjing again."
"I think I've done everything I need to do," the storyteller said.
"What do you mean you've done everything you need to do?" Ji Li worried and felt bad.
"The princess has done everything she needs to do on her wedding day." The storyteller raised his eyebrows.
"You mean Wei Lang—" Ji Liyou took the horse and hurried out of the city.
The storyteller stopped him with Zi Qing Yan Yu Fei.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to beat him up, beat him half to death."
"Why?"
"If he dares to touch Ran Ran, shouldn't he die?"
"I mean you, why should you vent your anger on Jimo Ran?"
"I… "
"Okay, the two of them have been married for a long time, so don't interfere."
"Is it marriage or bad luck?" Ji Liyou grasped the word.
"What's the difference?"
"Sir, please make it clear."
"What does it have to do with you?"
"They are all my friends, so I naturally want to ensure that they will not get hurt due to love affairs."
"I'm already injured, do you still need to say it?"
"Wei Lang is too impatient. He was not like this before. I never thought that he would treat Ran Ran like this." Ji Liyou was helpless.
(End of chapter)