The riots subsided, but after the emperor and the courtiers, Li Xuanzhen represented the country, the people in the court were panicked.
He was not soft-hearted, he purged the imperial court, promoted heroes, and even convicted several counts. Overnight, the prison was overcrowded.
Some families are happy, some are sad, some families have fallen in this father-son dispute, and some families have taken advantage of the situation to rise, like the tide rising and falling, a new crop of upstarts has emerged in Chang'an, like new twigs on the branches, as long as the rain and dew are moistened, they can grow strong. growing up. Generation after generation, endlessly.
Li Xuanzhen sat on the couch to correct the memorial.
The weather was hot, and he felt a faint stench from the wound on his body. The servants brought soup medicine in the morning and evening, and the whole hall was filled with the smell of bitter medicine.
An evacuation was sent to him.
Zheng Jing knelt before the case and said, "His Royal Highness, King Tanmo of the Royal Court came to Chang'an to ask for marriage in person, and the embassy asked to enter the city."
Li Xuanzhen's hand gestures stopped, and she opened the marriage invitation.
The document was written by Tan Moraga himself, and he really is proficient in Chinese.
Li Xuanzhen can imagine how excited Tanmaraka was when he wrote this marriage invitation letter by stroke.
Yaoying likes him and is willing to marry him.
Li Xuanzhen closed his eyes for a moment.
This marriage invitation is just a cutscene, it is a mistake, and it is up to him to approve it in person.
He sent her out of the cabinet again.
The wound on his back split open, and the pain pierced into the bones. Li Xuanzhen opened his eyes and picked up a pen, fine sweat oozing out from his forehead.
No matter how unwilling he is, he can't stop her. She is no longer who she was before. If she moves, she will have to bear the consequences of the turmoil in the Western Regions. Besides, there is a powerful royal court behind Tan Mo Luojia, and he has no chance of winning.
The water is like this, to miss is to miss, there is no chance to look back.
Obsessed, he is the next Li De.
Li Xuanzhen settled down, and was about to write, when the inner servant entered the hall.
"Your Highness, Princess Wen Zhao has sent someone here."
Li Xuanzhen was stunned and quickly asked, "Please come in, what's the matter?"
The waiter said: "Princess Wen Zhao said that His Highness is injured, and the royal court's marriage proposal will not be approved by His Highness. King Tanmo proposed to her, and she can reply by herself."
Li Xuanzhen was stunned for a while, then put down the pen, the corners of his lips curled up, and there was no smile.
It's really her style.
Her marriage is her own decision.
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The news quickly spread throughout Chang'an.
Princess Wen Zhao's concubine has arrived.
However, it was not the concubine who entered the city first, but the betrothal gift from the royal court.
In the joyous music played by the musicians, elephants covered in jewels walked gracefully into the city, followed by a carriage inlaid with gold and treasures, filled with large open cages. Filled with precious gifts, silk and satin, jewelry and jade, the sun shines, the splendor shines, and it is dazzling. Men and women dressed in royal costumes stood beside the cages, smiling, holding golden plates and throwing flowers and happy money on the roadside.
Wherever the convoy passed, there was a strong and fragrant fragrance.
The people in Beijing have not seen such a grand scene for many years, and the city is full of sensations. The people rushed out of their homes, chasing the royal embassy, and the voices were full of voices. The children followed the elephants, and their faces were full of curiosity.
Li Zhongqian stood on the tower and watched the hulking elephants strolling along the long street slowly, and rolled his eyes to the sky. Why didn't he realize that monks know the world so well
A few crisp laughter beside him, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
Yaoying glanced at the convoy whose tail could not be seen, her brows grinned, and she glanced at Li Zhongqian, who seemed to have a worried expression, and rolled her eyes: "Brother, these are the military expenses of the Western Army, aren't you planning to form an infantry specializing in formations? The place has been chosen, just wait for you to go back and pick someone."
Li Zhongqian raised his chin and snorted coldly, "You should keep these dowry gifts. It is Wang Ting's intention after all."
After the betrothal ceremony, the Royal Court's embassy entered the city.
In front of the city gate, there are mountains and seas, and the wide long street is crowded.
The dew on the branches is not yet dry, the melodious bells reverberate in the wind, the music is continuous, the lingering sound curls, the cold morning light pours down, the faint morning mist is full of shadows, and the sound of horses’ hooves can be heard leisurely.
Inside and outside the long street, countless eyes converged into the ocean, looking over.
With the sound of hoofs, several golden light beams cut diagonally, illuminating the golden robe floating in the corner of the golden robe, and a tall and straight figure shrouded in the intense summer morning light, his face half-bright and half-dark.
Everyone stared blankly at the man riding out of the fog, but couldn't recover for a while.
The wind lingered in the sky.
Li Xuanzhen slowly stepped down from the high platform, glanced at the young officials who were standing silently left and right, and looked at Tanmaraga.
Surrounded by officials and guards, that graceful figure walked towards him, a brocade embroidered robe embellished with gold and silver threads, a leather belt around his waist, a dagger and a machete. There was a dignified and cool demeanor, standing there, not saying a word, just a look, the surrounding group of arrogant, deliberately put on their clothes, and the young man who was secretly competing with him all eclipsed in an instant.
The unconvinced young officials stiffened for a moment, then backed away silently, bowing their heads in dejection.
Everyone secretly praised that such a god-like prince and Princess Wenzhao are a pair of beautiful people.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites came forward to flatter, and Tamara nodded in greeting, and when he spoke, he spoke in elegant and authentic Chang'an Mandarin, without the accent of a foreigner.
The crowd was stunned again.
Li Xuanzhen stepped forward, and his eyes met Tanmaraga's in mid-air.
For a moment, neither of them gave in.
Li Xuanzhen scrutinized with his eyes, and Tan Moraga exuded a calm and unhurried momentum in his bones, with a gentle face, but there was a silent surging edge in his deep blue eyes, like a Buddha, with a majesty inside.
The two entered the hall surrounded by officials.
At the banquet, the young officials racked their brains to make things difficult for Tanmaraga.
The officials couldn't help being discouraged, their appearance and demeanor were already a lot different, and their knowledge was not difficult to beat the concubine, and in terms of martial arts, they couldn't compare with the concubine.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites looked at each other in frustration: prepare for the wedding.
During the negotiation between the Royal Court and the courtiers, Yaoying was busy dealing with the affairs of the Western Army.
She announced her life experience, and the imperial court retained her title, because she was going to marry Tanmaraga, and she was given a title, and the people still called her a princess. General Qin, who was guarding Southern Chu, used her name to appease Southern Chu, and the remnants who were still resisting quickly surrendered, and Southern Chu gradually settled down.
Nanchu's literary style was prosperous, and when she learned that Yaoying was originally from Nanchu, the words praising her deeds were like bamboo shoots after a rain springing up one after another.
Yaoying has improved the printing of the book of words. Now that the literati writes the articles, they will soon be able to stereotype them and sell them. The people are fascinated by these words. It didn’t take long for her to get married with the pro-Western Regions and the Tanmaraga. All over the country, the story is full of twists and turns. When Yuanjue, who grew up outside the territory, heard it, he immediately disliked the rumors of the people of the Western Regions for not moving enough.
She ignored it, packed her bags, and prepared to return to Gaochang.
Yang Qian was resolutely unwilling to be the master, and she did not allow her brother to be the master. She persuaded him: "Hexi and the Central Plains have been cut off for too long, and it is not a bad thing for the Yang family to take the lead in integrating into the court."
Thanks to her efforts, the policies and decrees of the states in the Western Regions are now the same as those in the Central Plains, and the people have begun to trade extensively.
Yang Qian scratched his scalp, laughed and said, "The princess doesn't know anything... The princess' status is very noble, one is squeamish and the other is squeamish. I am a bully. I am afraid that I will not get along with you, and I will neglect the nobles."
Before the words were finished, thinking that Yaoying was also a princess, she ran away and went to drink with Li Zhongqian.
Yaoying laughed.
On this day, someone suddenly brought a litter of fine dogs, she asked the attendant, and the attendant said it was a congratulatory gift from the palace.
"His Royal Highness specially went out of the city and chose it for you personally! Each one is very spiritual."
Yaoying went out for a while, and instructed the attendant: "Send it to Yingnu and let him keep it."
The attendant looked pity: "Why didn't the princess keep it for herself?"
Yaoying said lightly: "The fine dog I used to raise is gone, and I won't raise it myself in the future."
The fine dog was sent out, and the news was sent back to the palace.
Later, Li Xuanzhen took the fine dog back and raised it by himself.
After completing the trivial matters, Yaoying wrote a marriage letter in her own tone, called Yuanjue, and asked him to take it to Tanmoraga.
Yuanjue's mouth grinned to the base of his ears, and he carefully returned to the inn with the marriage answer book in his hands.
Outside the window, there is a pond of hibiscus, which is slim and full of lotus fragrance.
Such a beautiful landscape can raise his Mingyue Slave.
Tamara took over the book and silk, and stroked her handwriting with her fingers, as if stroking her snow-white skin, looking at the full bloom under the scorching sun, the corners of her lips slightly curled up.
When I return to the royal court, I will try to keep a pond of lotus flowers like this.
On the eighteenth of this month, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the wind is light and the clouds are clear.
The royal embassy officially welcomed the wedding.
The flags fluttered, the music pierced through the clouds and cracked rocks, and Tamara was dressed in Chinese clothes and stood tall and straight. Waiting in front of the city gate, his always calm face showed a little bit of imperceptible anxiety.
The long street was crowded with people, and the people knew that Yaoying was out of the court today. She put on the brightest clothes, wore flowers on her head, and held gifts.
The lush locust and elm trees beside the street are covered with silk of various colors, the clouds are steaming, and the flowers are clustered.
Before dawn, Zheng Biyu asked someone to light a candle, and led the ladies to dress up Yaoying. It took two hours before she helped her into the carriage amid exclamations of exclamation.
Yaoying sat upright in the carriage, with her hair in a high bun, a crown of flowers and hairpins with twelve trees, a head full of pearls and green temples, a dark blue robe with Zhai pattern, a plain yarn in the middle, a woven gold phoenix patterned red dress, green eyebrows, and lips. The side face is dazzled, the makeup is heavily wrapped, and the hand is holding a fan to cover the face.
The carriage drove through the long street, and the people cheered and chased after the carriage, shouting Yaoying's title, and the congratulations were like undulating waves.
"I wish the princess and the concubine to grow old together and fly together!"
"The princess and the concubine gave birth to a son early!"
"Princess will come back often to see!"
Yaoying couldn't help but think of the scene when she was forced to leave Chang'an in a carriage when she was married. At that time, she thought she would never come back in her life, and the people wept and cried.
She is back, her family is safe and the world is at peace.
This time, everyone was smiling, and Li Zhongqian walked in front of the team, dressed in fresh clothes and angry, with a dashing appearance, freed from the shadow of Li De, he was much more cheerful than before.
On the avenue in front of the city gate, flowers covered the road, and several flags with white and white patterns fluttered in the wind.
Yaoying's eyes were fixed on the flags, and the day when she first met Tanmaraga appeared in front of her eyes, and the corners of her lips pursed lightly.
At that time, I rushed up in despair and didn't think much about it at all.
Her face is light and dazzling, her temples are full of clouds, bright and moving, like a goddess.
The cheers of the people grew louder.
The ceremonial officer ascended the high platform and read the edict.
Tamara waited patiently, and behind him, the royal guard knights in blue shirts and white robes clenched their fists with one hand, placed them on their chests, and greeted their queen respectfully and solemnly.
When the ceremony officer read the last word and announced the success of the ceremony, Li Zhongqian winked at Yaoying, "If you are wronged, my brother will vent your anger for you!"
After speaking, he and the Western Army generals retreated together.
Tamaroka drove the horse forward, turned over and dismounted, walked to the car window, and leaned over.
This is the custom of the royal court.
A pair of slender hands opened the curtain of the car, and Yaoying's smiling face was reflected in his eyes.
Tamara stared blankly at her dressed up.
Yao Ying's smile was full of smiles, and her face was so beautiful that the blossoming trees on the street lost its color, her eyes wandered, and there was a kind of bright light radiating from the inside to the outside.
The goddess is born.
He didn't say anything for a while, and his heart was filled with a strange, indescribable joy.
Yaoying smiled and grabbed his sleeve, let him come closer, and pecked his face.
Wang Ting Leji played the instrument more and more vigorously.
Tanmaraka regained his senses, looked at the falling car curtain, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.
The royal guard knights rushed forward, surrounded their king and queen, and headed west.
The people chased away mile after mile, reluctantly watching the motorcade go away.
Many years later, this grand wedding is still one of the most talked about events in Chang'an.
As soon as the convoy left Jingzhao Mansion, the bride motioned for the carriage to stop.
Tamara Raka immediately pulled his horse and stopped.
The curtain swayed, Yaoying stuck out the window, and patted the golden phoenix beads wobbly on the side of her temples, "Luo Jia, I'm too tired to wear this. I want to change clothes and ride a horse."
Tamaroga stared at her, her eyes softer than the wind blowing through the flowers.
Xie Qing brought Yaoying's mount. She took off her heavy phoenix crown, took off her clothes, put on a light brocade robe, put on a saddle on her horse, and flicked her whip, facing the bright sunlight, galloping across the endless plain.
After running a distance, she stretched her muscles and bones, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled back.
Tamara urges the horse to gallop away, walks side by side with her in the bridle, stretches out his hand to hold her whip holding hand, and clasps it tightly.
"Mingyue slave, I don't know how to be a good husband, you have to teach me."
Yaoying raised her eyebrows and shook her head: "Neither would I."
Playful tone.
She won't be fooled. When he said at a loss that he didn't know how to be a good lover, she suddenly relented. In fact, he had a big idea!
Tamara couldn't help smiling and leaned over to kiss Yaoying's hair.
The two men held hands and rode their horses slowly, and the two shadows cast on the ground were clinging to each other, inseparable.
Just like them, holding hands together, accompany each other for a lifetime.
The author has something to say: One muscle and one body, and the best of all. From "A Fang Gong Fu".
For the description of costumes, refer to "Tong Dian", "Tang Dynasty Wedding Dress" and related discussions.
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It feels good that the text ends here, a happy ending, Yaoying and Luo Jia will have no more hardships, and they will have a smooth life in the future, conjugal love and love, and benefit the people. new life.
This article has been written for a long time, beyond my estimation. Thank you for your company and encouragement along the way. I also thank you for pointing out my inadequacies. A simple thank you is more appropriate, thank you for your company and support!
I will try to improve~
I will write a few extra chapters in the future, the time is not fixed, everyone can think of it and take a look.