February 12, Flower Festival.
Jingning Hou's mansion was festively decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, with red silk hanging on the lintel column, and the servants shuttled through the middle of the courtyard to prepare for the upcoming wedding banquet.
Above the main hall, suddenly there was a roar that shot straight into the sky.
"Where's the people? Why hasn't it arrived yet?!"
The officials of the Ministry of Rites grabbed the servants of the Yan Mansion who came here to help, and roared in dismay: "...The Marquis of Jingning hasn't come back yet? Why didn't your lord say it earlier! The journey is long... This is a fucking run away!"
The servants of Yan Mansion said dazedly: "Sir, I don't know about this and the little one. It was all ordered by the master himself, and everything is prepared as usual."
The auspicious time is approaching, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites have completely lost hope for this marriage. I had heard that Jingning Hou Fushen had a strong personality and was unyielding. When I heard that he acquiesced to the Ministry of Rites to help prepare for the marriage, the Ministry of Rites was relieved. Who would have known that when it came to marriage, this ancestor would disappear without a sound!
It's a good move to draw wages from the bottom of the pot, and it really deserves to be engaged in the art of war.
Up to now, I can only silently pray that the emperor is wise, and don't implicate these unfortunate pond fish when they are angry.
The official of the Ministry of Rites stroked his three strands of clean beard, calmly, and planned to go to the other protagonist of the marriage to talk about how to end it. "
The servant said honestly: "Master took people out of the city early in the morning, saying that he was going to meet the Hou Ye... Your lord? Your lord! Come on! Come on! An lord here fainted!"
Outside the capital, the official road pavilion.
The accompanying wedding party frequently looked at the sun, filled with the same concerns as the unlucky Minister of Rites, and asked tremblingly, "Sir, it's about to be auspicious time, why... haven't you seen anyone yet?"
They didn't dare to go on talking about too many words, for fear that Yan Xiaohan would suddenly pull out a knife from under the wedding dress.
Yan Xiaohan suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and said calmly, "Wait."
The words "Ten miles of red makeup, I will live up to the emperor" are still in my ears; in the letter sent back from Yanzhou City, in addition to telling him to wait outside the city on the wedding day, there is also "The paper is short and the love is long. " Yin Yin instructed. Yan Xiaohan didn't want to doubt Fu Shen, and he didn't want to suspect that the words he said were all a pretense to cover up the trap.
But in fact, he was more afraid than anyone else. Because of this "cold in the chest and a knife in the back" happened between him and Fu Shen seven years ago.
Just as Yan Xiaohan was constantly struggling with self-intimidation and self-comfort, and was about to drown, a small black spot suddenly appeared in the distance, and one person, one horse, came galloping, from far to near. The visitor was a dark-skinned young man who did not dismount in front of the crowd. He turned the horse's head a few feet away and shouted loudly at the same time, "Lord Yan, please come with me, the general will be here soon!"
Yan Xiaohan's breath suddenly loosened, the big stone in his heart fell, and he rushed out after the young man.
The others haven't reacted yet, and the two have already gone all the way. The Beiyan army horses were not like ordinary horses. Only Yan Xiaohan could barely keep up with them. In the end, the team failed.
The young man led them all the way to the west, and when he saw the vague outlines of the buildings in the distance, Yan Xiaohan suddenly understood why Fu Shen made a seemingly willful and unreasonable request on such an important day today.
The high platform rises from the ground, the palace is majestic, the sunset falls on the glazed tiles, and layers of brilliant golden light appear. From a distance, it seems to be built with gold, hence the name "Golden Terrace".
"Golden Terrace" has existed since ancient times. In the past, King Yanzhao respected Guo Wei, built a palace and taught him, and put a thousand pieces of gold on the stage to extend the world's scholars, so it was named after him. At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Taizu wanted to do the work of King Zhao, so he built a high platform on the outskirts of Beijing and built a palace. The main hall hangs the statues of the eighteen heroes of the founding of the country to show their honor.
The emperors of later generations followed this method, and all the civil servants and military generals of all dynasties were proud to have their portraits entered into the Qilin Hall on the Golden Terrace. Up to the time of the late emperor, every time the army went on expedition, they would swear on the stage, and over time, it became a practice.
Six years ago, when Fu Shen went out on his first expedition, Emperor Yuantai personally led hundreds of officials to see each other on the Golden Terrace; half a year later, when he returned from victory, he was named Hou "Jingning" on the Golden Terrace.
Later, Fu Shen's legs were disabled, he no longer led the army, and he gave an absurd marriage with an edict, and he still had to choose the starting point of honor and disgrace in this life.
Zhengchen, blood and tears, ups and downs, and wrote all his life "reporting the king's golden platform, and supporting Yulong to die for the king".
This is his silent demonstration and his deep regret.
The evening light is like a bright flame, illuminating the four fields, and finally when the sound of horseshoes in the distance, the smoke and dust are surging, and the mighty team appears from the end of the road.
The leader is tall and straight, with a strong posture, riding a horse in the wind and thunder, wearing a big red robe, hunting and flying, reflecting the sunset in the sky, as if the whole body was bathed in fire, stepping on blood.
Red-clothed horse, murderous. It's not like he's here to get married, it's like he's here to grab a kiss.
- That's Fu Shen.
- This is Fu Shen.
The moment he appeared, it was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in the heart, Yan Xiaohan could even clearly feel the choking in his throat, and his eyes warmed.
In the past few months, he has never healed Fu Shen, dare not touch his scars, and often consoles himself: Fu Shen just can no longer go to the battlefield and walk like an ordinary person... He just gave a pair of legs, which is better than If you lose your life in Qingsha Pass, you will be stronger.
But at this moment, the irrational reaction finally admitted for him that being open-minded and free and easy was all fake.
Fu Shen is still so young, but in the future he can only be accompanied by a wheelchair, and he will be an ordinary person with inconvenient legs and feet. Back then, the romantic boy who rode his horse into the city and attracted countless girls tossing flowers and fruits, and the young general who led the army to go to war in the past, will never be seen again.
Today, however, the young man who had passed him by on horseback has returned.
Within a few breaths, the horse team had come to the front, Fu Shen slowed down, whistled, raised his hand and threw a piece of red silk, Yan Xiaohan subconsciously grabbed one end, and there was a strong force from the other end. Leaning forward, his legs tucked into the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch ran in the direction of Fu Shen with small steps.
It looked as if Fu Shen had "fished" him up with a piece of red silk.
Fu Shen was very satisfied with Yan Xiaohan's well-behaved cooperation, and came over with a smile: "It's been a long wait... yo, why are you still crying?"
He was startled when he saw the red marks in Yan Xiaohan's eyes, he lowered his voice unconsciously, and his tone softened: "Brother Yan... What's the matter? Are you in a hurry? Are you afraid I won't come?"
Yan Xiaohan looked at him blankly, stared at Fu Shen at Mao, then turned his head away, and couldn't help laughing: "Let the wind blow."
Fu Shen: "That is, we got married today. I'll save you some face. Next time I really beat you to tears, believe it or not?"
Fu Shen arrived at the right time, the red sun was setting in the west, and dusk had arrived, which was the auspicious time for the worship. Fu Shen dismounted, and Yan Xiaohan carried him on his back, stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, step by step onto the solemn and splendid golden stage.
Time suddenly stretched infinitely, walking through the seventy-two white marble steps, solemnly like walking a long life.
The unicorn hall is tall and grand, and because of its age, it shows an ancient gloom. Few people set foot here, and it was very quiet. Only the full-length portraits hanging high on the wall looked at them solemnly, as if the gods and Buddhas were silently watching the two mortals who had entered the temple by mistake.
Without Fu Shen's instructions, Yan Xiaohan had already found the portraits of Fu Jian, Fu Tingzhong and Fu Tingxin hanging side by side.
The attendant who followed him handed over two cushions, Yan Xiaohan glanced at the man casually, and found that it was one of the Beiyan generals, Yu Qiaoting.
Fu Shen said softly, "Put me down."
The two knelt side by side on the cushion, Yu Qiaoting took out a water bag and two small silver bowls, placed them on the ground in front of them, and then quietly retreated.
Fu Shen said: "This is the grandfather, Xian Kao and Xian uncle. The first concubine is buried in the hometown. I will take you to see you another day." He turned around, facing north to south, and said, "Come on, let's worship heaven and earth."
The two bowed down together.
Turning to the portrait again, Fu Shen held up the wine and prayed to the void: "The unworthy son, Fu Shen, was granted a marriage by the saint, and today he married Yan Xiaohan, the envoy of the Flying Dragon Wei Qincha. Grandfather, father, second uncle, if you know from the spring, You can rest in peace."
"Second worship to the high hall."
Yan Xiaohan silently followed him and bowed down. The two of them turned around again and knelt face to face. Fu Shen reached out and poured two glasses of wine, handed one of them to Yan Xiaohan, and said, "Brother Yan, thank you for waiting for me here today."
Yan Xiaohan: "No need to thank you. It should be."
Fu Shen said: "After the ancestor passed away, the emperor ordered the painting of a heroic figure to enter the Qilin Temple, and his dead portrait was held on the golden stage by the late father. The portraits of the two of them were sent to the Qilin Hall by myself."
"Back then, His Royal Highness King Su wanted to send the portrait of my second uncle into the temple, but unfortunately..." He shook his head and said, "According to the rule, behind the hero, only close relatives can hold the painting into the temple, His Royal Highness Su is deeply in love, but after all got a name."
"Fu joined the army at the age of 18, and has been in command of the Beiyan Iron Cavalry for more than five years. He dared not make false claims and made a career, and he was worthy of the people of the world. Unfortunately, fate is uncertain, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to lead the army in the future. The military career will stop here."
He raised the wine bowl and dinged the bowl in Yan Xiaohan's hand.
"Before I went to war that year, you made a wish that I would hate you for the rest of my life. Now that wish is no longer valid - I don't hate you anymore, Brother Yan."
"Then it's my turn to make a wish."
Yan Xiaohan lowered his eyes and looked at him tenderly. It seemed that as long as Fu Shen said a word, he would immediately stand up and pick the stars and the moon for him.
Fu Shen stared at him and said slowly and solemnly, "I hope that after I die, I can also take a picture in the Qilin Hall. When that time comes, you will hold the golden stage with your own hands."
Behind the hero, only close relatives can hold the statue into the temple.
After a long silence, Yan Xiaohan was noncommittal, and only said, "Why do you have to make such ominous words on a happy day?"
"Everyone dies, there is no need to hide it," Fu Shen didn't seem to be nervous at all about his answer, but his eyes were serious and sharp: "The highest to the next day, the closest relatives to the estranged husband and wife. If you allow me, it will naturally be my only one. Dearest."
Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen, one is shy and the other is quiet; the other seems to be careless, the other is always thinking carefully, the one should be admitted to the Qilin Hall when discussing merit, and the other should be admitted to the Neighbor Records after death... Two people who are so different from each other, finally got out of the fork in the road. on both sides, came to the same turning point.
This is almost equivalent to the wish of "growing old together", how could Yan Xiaohan refuse him
He took the wine glass from Fu Shen's hand, put it aside, and shook both hands with Fu Shen.
"Happy husband and wife."
The two of them each leaned over and bowed solemnly. Because they were so close, they almost rubbed against each other's head, but their hands never parted.
In the dark, there seems to be some kind of unknown connection connecting here, like the locks in the bottom of my heart are locked together exactly, making a clear "click" sound.
Three weeks to complete.
The author has something to say: "I will entrust you with the future", from the romance of General Fu!
It's not over yet, the wedding will go to three places in total (very grand