In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the new emperor has just ascended the throne, and the emperor's capital is extremely lively. One person was able to ascend to heaven. As a minister from the dragon, the Ye family became popular in the dynasty and was powerful.
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The red sedan chair beat gongs and drums along the east of the city all the way to the west. Many pedestrians stopped and watched, looking at the big red wedding curtain swaying on the sedan chair, wanting to peek into the figure covered by the red hijab from the gap. .
Nowadays, the eldest son of the most popular upstart Ye Family is naturally a top-notch event in the city, especially since the marriage was bestowed by the current majesty. It's just that among those whispers, it is not envy, but indifferent sympathy and disdain.
The Wu family is also a famous gate among the imperial capitals, the third-generation high gate, and the ancestors even enjoyed the Taimiao. Only this time the new emperor ascended the throne, and the Wu family stood on the wrong team.
The Patriarch of the Wu family even used the Forbidden Army to help the new emperor's competitors, but the last soldiers had not been sent.
If the new emperor's enthronement were to be liquidated, it would definitely be a crime of ransacking the family, but because of this marriage, the eldest son of the Ye family called for the surname to marry the eldest lady of the Wu family.
The entire emperor knew that the eldest son of the Ye family was weak and congenital, and belonged to the kind of existence that could be blown down by a gust of wind. Among the nobles of the emperor, almost no one had seen the eldest son of the Ye family. The son of tomorrow who will inherit the throne of Ye Jiahou.
The scarlet sedan chair moved along with the bumps, and the woman in the sedan chair gripped the knuckles too hard, and there was no blood on the white fingers, and a layer of white appeared.
The red silk-faced wedding dress is very delicate, and the fabric is carefully selected. Not long ago, it was tailor-made by the best craftsmen of the Imperial Capital. Now it is a lot looser on the body.
What Wu Xuanyi held in front of him was the only dowry of his daughter's family, a bronze mirror passed down from his grandmother's generation. If the situation was changed a month ago and the eldest daughter of the Wu family got married, the dowry must have been placed from the street to the end.
But today is different. This bronze mirror is already the only thing her Wu family can handle. Although the emperor did not exterminate the family, he copied the Wu family upside down. It took a long time for this bronze mirror to stay. Down.
"It's the Wu family who is sorry for you, and I'm sorry for you! My child, if there is any other way, the shortness of a mother will not ruin your life's happiness."
The happy event has not yet been settled. In just one month, the Wu family had a funeral. San Chi Bai Ling took away the life of the Wu family's Patriarch, and it was the Ye family's Patriarch who brought Bai Ling.
Wu Xuanyi knelt stiffly in front of the spirit for two full days, before sighing, hugged the slightly childish child beside him, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, looked at the coffin in front of him, and commanded His tone left a sentence.
"You have to know that from now on you are the only male in the Wu family. You can bleed but not tears."
Wu Xuanyi later realized that his eye sockets were sore and unreasonable. He almost smiled helplessly. He put his wrist into the hijab and wiped the wetness of the corner of his eye with his index finger.
Today, I was about to marry into the Ye family with humiliation, to marry a sick seedling he had never met before, and his father also took a three-foot white silk ribbon to his death and died.
Thinking of this, Wu Xuanyi knew that his life would not be better in the future. The Wu family and the Ye family were originally political enemies of the imperial court and lasted for several dynasties. When their father was there, he said that the Ye family had great ambitions.
It is a pity that the Wu family lost in this game.
The lively wedding banquet lasted until late at night, when Wu Xuanyi sat on the red quilt covered with layers of joy. She had long guessed that Young Master Ye Family who couldn't wait to lift the hijab tonight, but did not expect that she would wait for the cry of the whole garden on the day of marriage.
The movement outside was so loud that she couldn't pretend to ignore it, and the red hijab on her forehead swayed with her body leaning forward, and the little girl who called afterwards quickly pressed her shoulders.
Feeling the strength from the girl's hands, Wu Xuanyi couldn't help sighing in her heart. He is worthy of a martial arts family, and even a girl has kung fu in his hands.
This girl said that she was calling for her own orders, rather than to monitor her.
Listening to the voices outside, Wu Xuanyi's premonition intensified. She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
The servants outside were extremely busy, passing by the door of her house from time to time, but no one had ever noticed her, Mrs. Ye Jiashao who was sitting in the wedding room.
Wu Xuan squeezed his fingers, and after all he sent the girl to ask outside.
Unexpectedly, that girl was not something she could make, instead she said coldly: "Master said that the wood show in the forest will be destroyed tonight, let me protect the young lady here."
Wu Xuanyi didn't quite understand the meaning of the maid, and only felt that he had suffered a great humiliation. Even the maid of Ye Jiashao could not even move a maid.
If this is changed to another random household in the Imperial Capital, the maid would dare to speak to the master like this, needless to say, die.
The heavy wooden door creaked for a while. Someone walked into the room. Wu Xuan's head bowed without moving marks. The gap between the red hijab was not wide, but it happened to let her see who was standing in front of her. It's a woman, because it's a pair of women's shoes in a good style.
The hijab was suddenly lifted, and Wu Xuanyi didn't even have time to retract his frown.
"Aunt Liu..."
Before Xiao Ling had finished speaking, she was given a cold glance by Amber.
"What? I can't even look at the bride."
Xiaoling was silent for a moment.
Wu Xuanyi slowly raised his drooping eyes and looked up along the embroidered shoes. His good figure was hidden under the light blue silk and satin, his waist was weak and boneless, and the skin exposed at his neck was also pampered. Fair.
The expression on his face was a bit cold, his eyes sharp and fierce, facing Wu Xuanyi's eyes from top to bottom, with almost no waves.
You can watch from a distance and not play with it. Wu Xuanyi's heart suddenly popped out such a sentence.
Wu Xuanyi didn't get up, and his eyes didn't dodge, just like that slightly raised his head to look at the woman's gaze.
"You can tell her." Amber said blankly, and then left with a trace of joking on her face.
"Sorrow for the young grandma." Xiaoling owed her body.
Are you sad? The husband who had never met died on the night of the wedding, and before he even had time to lift his red hijab, he was a widow on the day of marriage.
Wu Xuan thought for a while, but he didn't feel sad at all, he even wanted to laugh a little.
She thought of the tall woman just now, her pretty brows frowned slightly, and she hesitated for a moment or asked: "Who is the one who lifted my hijab just now?"
"That's the concubine's room of the Patriarch, you should call her Liu Yiniang." Xiaoling said.
"Aunt Liu?" Wu Xuanyi raised a corner of his mouth, his tone full of disdain.
The concubine's room has no status in such a large family. It is almost the same as the goods that can be exchanged when following it. It is optional.
"Young grandma is new to Ye Mansion, and there are still many rules she doesn't understand. Xiaoling would like to say something more. In the entire Ye Mansion, the least you can offend is Liu Yiniang." Xiaoling tried her best to make her tone appear respectful.
"Six sisters." Wu Xuanyi said it softly, with disdain at the corners of his lips. He took off the hosta from the bun with his right hand, took off the big red robe, changed into plain clothes, and stepped forward. The door threshold of the house walked towards the source of the noisy sound.
"interesting.
During this process, Xiao Ling stood and looked at her all the time, showing no help at all, as if she didn't exist at all.