The east courtyard of the Yang family, including the front hall, had already been freshly painted. The eaves and tiles were free of any traces of frost, dew, snow and water. The corridor columns and railings were painted with brand new and shiny tung oil. Red silk was hung on the beams, and red paper-cuts were pasted on the inside and outside of the window screens. After the maids and soldiers finished decorating, they specially locked the door, for fear that the coming and going of people in the house in the past few days would accidentally mess it up.

However, today the gate of the East China University of Technology was opened early, and before dawn, the Yang family welcomed two special guests.

Early in the morning, the men in the study room outside the cross-courtyard of Dongda University, which should have been quiet, gathered together. The Sixth Prince's confidant, Chief Clerk Chen Cheng and his aide Jia Yongliang came together and brought Yang Yanzong a major good news before his wedding.

"Yesterday afternoon, the Ministry of Personnel and the Governor's Office submitted a petition to the Cabinet. At 10:00 p.m., the Cabinet approved it and issued it. In other words, the official promotion document came down last night!"

Jia Yongliang smiled and handed over a small box with the cabinet seal. He clasped his hands and said with a smile, "Look, Brother Chen and I came here early in the morning specially!"

Everyone knew that Yang Yanzong was getting married today, so they came all the way here to add to his joy. Chen Cheng said with a smile, "You have been promoted in your career, and you have won a small imperial examination. Brother Yang is really riding high today!"

The two men laughed, "Brother Yang, from now on, you and I will encourage each other!"

Jia Yongliang put the small box into Yang Yanzong's hand. Yang Yanzong took it and put it on the desk, then he smiled and said, "Of course, thank you both. Let's have some light wine today. You and I won't leave until we are drunk!"

"Good, very good!"

The two sides exchanged some congratulatory greetings, and finally Yang Yanzong personally saw the two out and asked Yang Yanxin to wait for him to take the two to the villa at the foot of the mountain to rest for a while, and then watch the ceremony and banquet together later.

He turned back again. The not-so-large inner study was now quiet. The faint morning light shone through the window screen onto the large nanmu desk. The small flat square box was quietly placed beside the pen holder.

Yang Yanzong reached out and opened the box. Two dark red silk certificates were quietly placed on the brocade pad inside the box. He took them out with one hand and pulled off the red silk ribbon on top. The slightly yellowish hard paper was lined with high-grade silk. The silk was snow-white and the ink was brand new. At the end of one of the books was written "Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Left Guard", and at the other was written "Commander-in-Chief of Zhenxi", with three bright red seals at the bottom.

Yang Yanzong smiled silently.

After a thrilling trip to the palace and so much effort, I finally got it.

After reading the two official letters, he put them back into the small box, closed the lid, and casually stuffed them into the drawer on his left.

It was already late. Outside the East Courtyard, there were already voices of people walking back and forth, shouting and horses neighing. The personal soldiers were carrying buckets of steaming hot water, and the maids were coming in with wedding dresses that had been ironed without a wrinkle.

Yang Yanzong gave a few casual instructions, picked up his pen and quickly wrote a few words on a piece of paper and handed it to Azhao, then threw down the paper and pen, and loosened his cufflinks and collar.

There is another big event today, which is the day he marries his new wife and starts a family.

…

The sky finally brightened, and the big red firecrackers exploded with a deafening crackling sound, and everyone was smiling.

Su Ci was dug up at four o'clock in the morning. She changed her clothes, washed her hair, tied her hair, dyed her armor and put on a crown. She was so busy that she almost didn't have time to eat breakfast.

She had slept less than three hours last night. She was pushed awake and was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. Chen Su Yan rolled up her sleeves and threw her into the water to scrub her, and she almost rubbed off a layer of skin. She woke up in pain and her scalp was pulled so hard that she suspected it would be torn off in one piece. She shouted that it would fall off if she loosened it, but Chen slapped her back and told her not to talk nonsense today.

Chen wanted to forbid her from having breakfast, saying that she might feel urgent after eating, and the wedding reception and wedding ceremony would take a long time. But Su Ci refused to do it. How could she work without eating? She thought it was unacceptable.

Chen had no choice but to ask someone to bring her half a bowl of noodles and two eggs. Note that the noodles were soaked in water. While Su Ci was muttering and complaining, she sipped the warm water her sister gave her with great care.

Before I put down the cup, there was a deafening burst of firecrackers outside. The wedding procession was coming, and I could already hear the gradually rising sounds of joy and the sound of horses' hooves. The noise and laughter of people at the other end of the gate suddenly became louder!

Yang Yanzong came to pick up the bride.

After leaving Yang's house and circling the entire camp to the other side and then coming back, the soldiers were making a lot of noise, but most of the people who came with him to marry and those who were in the girl's family were his subordinates. Yang Yanzong had accumulated a lot of prestige, so after everyone started to make a fuss, they quickly let the people in.

Su Ci heard Su Yan mutter, "This is too good for him," and she couldn't help but smile.

The noise and footsteps quickly poured into the backyard, and Su Ci soon saw Yang Yanzong. Today, the man was dressed in a dark red auspicious suit with a wasp waist and ape arms, and his figure was tall and straight. This bright and hot color, which he had never worn before, did not look out of place on his body. His broad shoulders and back gave him an imposing aura, and he looked dignified and solemn.

Of course, he seemed to be in a good mood today. The festive red color made the natural indifference between his brows seem to be reduced by two points.

He stood in the courtyard, waiting for the bride to come out and be carried on her back into the sedan chair.

Yang Yanzong had sharp senses, and as soon as he came in, he glanced at the brand new screen window in the east side room.

Su Ci couldn't help but laugh. Why be so sensitive?

According to the custom in the area from the capital to Suiping, when a bride goes out, she is carried to the sedan chair by her brothers, and they are required to keep their feet off the ground the entire time.

Su Ci has one blood brother, and that's Su Song, Su Rong's twin brother. He is a quiet boy, and unlike his mother and sister, he doesn't jump out to seek a sense of existence most of the time. Before he became a personal soldier, he studied and practiced martial arts every day. After being assigned to be a personal soldier, he went on duty every day. He never came in late or left early, or relied on his background to seek special treatment, but he didn't find anything outstanding about him for the time being. This is what Su Ci heard the sergeant say to Su Di. The former was praising, while the latter was more subtle.

Overall, it's not outstanding, but it doesn't cause trouble either.

In the original book, Su Song was eventually promoted to the high position of commander of the Southern Dynasty's rear guard because of his relationship as sister and nephew.

In reality, without the support of nepotism in this life, no one knows what step he will take.

Su Ci was not responsible for these things, and she was very calm about it. After all, she was the legitimate fiancée, and she did not owe anyone anything.

However, although Su Song was dressed in new clothes today, it was not him who carried Su Ci on his back. Su Yan had already started to complain. She regarded the people in the West Wing as class enemies, so how could she let Su Song carry her sister into the sedan chair? She actually wanted to roll up her sleeves and do it herself, but her parents wouldn't agree. Well, she had to settle for the second best. Su Yan said that Lin Yichu should not be excluded.

That makes sense.

Neither Chen nor Su Yan liked it, and Su Ci was also not very happy about it. Su Di's precious daughter was getting married today, and he didn't want to make her unhappy, so he finally made the decision.

Su Ci holds a silk shirt in her hand, and behind the elegant light yellow fan are a pair of big eyes with slightly upturned corners, affectionate and pretty, with distinct black and white. The wedding customs in Daqing are similar to those in the Tang and Song dynasties. There is no veil, and the bride covers her face with a new fan. After the ceremony, she returns to her room to perform the fanning ceremony. The only difference is that the wedding dress is bright red instead of green.

She was helped out by Su Yan, holding up her skirt. Lin Yichu was already waiting on the steps. He bent down and carried Su Ci on his back. The long, bright red skirt hung on the ground. Su Yan quickly picked it up and held it up.

Su Di and Chen looked back frequently, but due to their status today they could only sit in the front hall. The noise and laughter outside soon approached. Yang Yanzong entered the main hall first, followed by Lin Yichu, who was carrying Su Ci on his back. After putting Su Ci down, Yang Yanzong took Su Ci forward, lifted his skirt and knelt on the ground. The couple's eyelashes were immediately filled with tears.

After bidding farewell to his parents, Lin Yichu carried Su Ci on his back again and walked all the way out the door. Before sending her to the bridal sedan, the two exchanged glances. Su Ci covered her face with a fan, leaving only her eyes exposed. "Brother Yichu."

Lin Yichu smiled and sent her to the bridal sedan.

The bright red curtain flickered, and the young and pretty figure disappeared. He thought, well, it's better than marrying him, a hundred times better.

…

The wedding banquet and the ceremony hall were held in a villa at the foot of the mountain, about ten miles away from the wedding ceremony. This villa was a gift from the Sixth Prince just a few days ago. When it was time to be generous, he certainly would not be stingy. With victory in hand and Yang Yanzong's wedding imminent, he directly gave a villa by the lake under his name to Yang Yanzong as his residence.

This new villa was beautiful and large enough. Although Yang Yanzong did not plan to move there, he decided to set up the auditorium and wedding banquet venue there.

There was no other reason. If nothing unexpected happened, the official document should have come down in the next two days. There were well-informed people inside and outside Yangdu, and the number of guests coming to watch the ceremony and congratulate would definitely be much more than originally expected. Then the small houses of the Su and Yang families would not be able to accommodate them. It happened that they had this villa, so Yang Yanzong moved it directly.

The bride was welcomed early in the morning. When they arrived at the villa, the sun was rising in the east, and the golden morning sun shone on this magnificent villa covering an area of ​​several miles. At this time, the villa was already crowded with guests, and people were coming and going in an endless stream. Yang Chongying was supported by Yang Yanxin and stood in front of the gate, while Yang stood behind the second hanging flower gate behind the carriage road to welcome the guests.

There have always been many people who are decorated with flowers and brocade. Even if others do not flatter, they do not want to be compared with their colleagues and be impolite or offend others. It happened that today was a holiday, and the deputy commander of the Left Guard and the commander of Zhenxi were of high positions, so many guests came, and the house was full by noon.

First came some of Yang Yanzong's old subordinates and the Zuowei who came to pay their respects. At first, their ranks were not high, but as it got closer to noon, many of Yang Yanzong's former superiors and colleagues came. At the end, the Sixth Prince and the Crown Prince came in person to congratulate and were invited to the main seat.

Yang Yanzong is the Sixth Prince's man, so it is normal for the Sixth Prince to come in person to show his importance. As for the Fourth Prince and the Seventh Prince, Ji Yuanhao is the representative of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, and Ji Yuan, the youngest son of the Seventh Prince, is the representative of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Finally, there is a representative of the Kun clan, King Qian.

From early morning till noon, the place was bustling with noise and bustle, and gifts tied with red silk were brought in one after another. Aunt Bai was so jealous that her eyes were bubbling out - the two girls' wedding dates were less than half a month apart, but it was certain that Su Rong's wedding banquet would never be of this scale.

Due to the relationship between the Su and Yang families and the overlap in the guest lists, the two families discussed and decided to hold the banquet together.

Aunt Bai muttered, "I should have known to do it together."

But this is the sign, not the essence.

Seeing that Su Ci's wedding was filled with guests, Su Rong felt a little sad. Many people even mentioned the bride. Su Rong listened to them. In fact, she had studied medicine privately. After Su Ci showed her medical talent. She was quite smart and could understand the meaning by self-study. After studying for a while, she had some understanding of it, but she failed when it came to practicing. The theories in the books sounded reasonable, but it was difficult to apply them to real people. In the end, she had to give up.

Su Rong perked up and glanced at Yang Yanxin in the distance, but Yang Yanxin was listening to his father with his head down and didn't look at her. Su Rong was a little disappointed. She had looked at him several times today, but the other party didn't look over here specifically.

As a young girl, she had some dreams of love, so it was inevitable that she felt disappointed when she saw this. However, Su Rong quickly sobered up and suppressed her emotions. She quickly packed up the posts in her hands and put them into the basket - compared to Yang Yanzong, Yang Yanxin was obviously much simpler.

She glanced at Yang Yanzong's back in the distance. This man was like a deep pool, dangerous and bottomless. She always had the illusion that she would be easily swallowed up if she got close to him.

That's good, Su Rong told herself, because Chen had never deliberately concealed the means by which Aunt Bai got married, most of the wives she knew didn't like her very much. Yang Yanxin was already a pleasant surprise for her. In fact, she was quite satisfied with him. Yang Yanzong was capable, and as long as he didn't cause any trouble, Yang Yanxin, as her brother, would naturally not be a bad person.

That's good enough.

Su Rong heaved a sigh of relief, and told the maid to carry the full basket inside. She quickly pushed Aunt Bai before her stepmother saw it, "Aunt, go back quickly! Don't let mother see you."

Aunt Bai wanted to take a peek at the distinguished guest, but under her daughter's repeated urging, she had to go back, looking back every few steps.

After watching Aunt Bai enter the side door, Su Rong breathed a sigh of relief and then turned around to look at another distinguished male guest behind the flower wall.

This time, it was... Su Rong listened attentively and was a little surprised. It was King Qian!

…

After Su Ci was taken to the villa, she was sent to a two-story building to rest for a while, along with all the relatives and friends who came to see her off, as well as the matchmaker and so on.

If she didn't listen to the old man, she would suffer the consequences. Just now, she felt a little urgent on the way there. As soon as she went upstairs, she rushed into the inner room. Su Yan shouted and hurriedly followed her to help hold up her skirt.

After taking care of their physiological problems, the two sisters lay down on the small terrace at the back to enjoy the scenery, and lowered the bamboo curtain to block the view. The small terrace was facing the side door, so guests would not come from this side.

Su Ci was not interested in the so-called Sixth Prince, Ji Yuanhao, Seventh Prince's youngest son and so on, nor did she sneak to the front window to watch the fun. She could only hear the envious cries of the matchmaker who was peeking in.

Until King Qian appeared.

This guy has a really amazing appearance. He is not entering the palace today, and he is not wearing a royal robe. He is dressed in a gray crane cloak, and he looks like an immortal. The young man with an elegant temperament and walking slowly is like a banished immortal who has descended to the earth.

There was a sudden silence behind me, followed by a gasp, and then the sound of a low-pitched discussion mixed with excitement.

Su Ci had sharp ears and when she heard it, her eyes lit up. Wow, that was that handsome man from that day!

She quickly pulled Su Yan to the front, leaned forward through the window gap and stretched herself a little, using her fan to cover her face and peek - Tsk tsk, no, such a man who is out of touch with the world has been contaminated by power, what a waste of talent!

Of course, this did not prevent her from admiring it from afar again.

Su Ci's eyes were sparkling as she leaned over the windowsill. To be honest, the gap in her window was not very big and the position was not very noticeable. There was also Su Yan blocking the view in front of her. But just as she was looking out, Yang Yanzong, who was not far in front of her, suddenly turned around and met her eyes.

Su Ci: “…”

Uh, she blinked, and Yang Yanzong's eyes immediately narrowed, revealing a somewhat familiar dangerous light. Uh, uh, what if he got caught?

…

Yang Yanzong withdrew his gaze, put on a faint smile, and exchanged a few polite words with King Qian.

Ji Yuanhao was standing not far away. The two men's eyes met. Ji Yuanhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Congratulations, congratulations, you have been promoted three levels in a row."

In the past, Ji Yuanhao had a higher status than Yang Yanzong because of Ji Yuanhao's background, but now they are at the same level. Yang Yanzong has officially entered the highest level of struggle in the Daqing Dynasty.

He is also a number one figure known to all forces.

I came here today not to congratulate you on your wedding, but to congratulate you on your promotion. Ji Yuanhao has always been interesting to me. Yang Yanzong smiled faintly and said calmly, "You're welcome.

Afterwards, King Qian Ji Yuanhao was invited to take his seat. In addition, when the auspicious time was about to arrive, the villa welcomed the last distinguished guest.

——The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards, Huang Dewei.

Things in the court, especially the top circle, no matter what political enemies or parties they are, unless they are really enemies and have no contact with each other forever, most of them will still do some face-saving work. So there are many people from other factions here today, and the deputy commander of the Left Guard also has some negotiations with the Northern Army. Many people from the Northern Army were also present this year. Huang Dewei's appearance attracted attention but was not overly surprising.

"Congratulations, Brother Yang, you have won a small prize today!"

Huang Dewei smiled, being polite but not too distant, keeping a just right distance. He looked at Yang Yanzong calmly. After three days of absence, he was already impressed by the other party's identity.

Yang Yanzong said: "You are welcome. I am very grateful for your presence."

Unlike the civil officials' polite and distant way of greeting, the military generals were usually much more direct and rough. They bowed to congratulate Yang Yanzong, and Yang Yanzong returned the greeting. They patted each other on the shoulders, but when the two were closest to each other and their palms brushed against each other, Yang Yanzong's palm was scratched, and the other party calmly handed him a small note.

The two men separated immediately, and Yang Yanzong held the folded piece of paper calmly. There was no trace of emotion on either of their faces. Huang Dewei glanced at him, nodded politely and distantly, and then followed him to the table.

After that, when the auspicious time arrived, the bride was invited out, formally worshipped in the hall, and then the banquet began.

The bride's face could not be seen, but her big, bright eyes showed that she was a beauty. Many people were talking about her, and most of them were talking about the secret that had occurred in the palace before.

Su Ci ignored him and took the opportunity to give Yang Yanzong a flattering smile.

Yang Yanzong glanced at her and smiled at her.

It’s this smile, why does it feel a bit like a fake smile?

After sending the bride to the backyard, there will be a wedding banquet. Other trivial matters can be put aside for the time being, as today is his wedding day.

The wedding banquet was large in scale, with toasts being given to more than eighty tables, not including the women's banquet on the other side. It was not until three o'clock in the morning that the banquet finally ended.

Yang Yanzong was helped to walk for a distance. When they left the banquet area, he waved his hand and Azhao and Yang Yanzhen let go. He staggered a few steps and then stood steady.

When he arrived at the door of the new house, the people who followed him dispersed. The crimson lanterns cast a warm and festive glow. He listened carefully and heard light and trivial footsteps inside, slipping out of the small compartment. He snorted in his heart, realizing that Su Ci would not sit obediently on the edge of the bed waiting for him to return to the room.

But when he pushed open the door, he was met with a smiling face. Her cheeks were painted with rouge, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised and blushed. It was a gorgeous makeup that she had never seen before. Her pair of big eyes were as bright as lacquer, charming and cute. She was eating at the round table, scooping a big four-happiness meatball in her hand and nibbling it. When she saw him coming back, her pretty face showed a bright smile, "You're back? Come here and take a rest. I specially saved you a sour bamboo shoot and pigeon soup. This is good. It can sober you up and warm your stomach!"

She pulled him to the table, brought out the soup bowl and two appetizers that had been specially left warm in the food box, and then kindly handed him a pair of chopsticks.

As the hot soup went into his stomach, the burning sensation in his stomach from drinking alcohol was immediately relieved. With her being so attentive and well-behaved, Yang Yanzong finally felt less angry.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they washed their hands and returned to their inner room.

In the bright red inner room, Su Ci was lying on the antique display shelf with his arms folded. He saw Yang Yanzong move his hands and take out a very small and thin folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and glanced at it with his eyes lowered.

"Huh? What's that?"

Su Ci was curious and quickly moved over to take a look. As one of the parties involved in the palace incident, she thought immediately and thought of Huang Dewei, "Did Commander Huang give it?" What instructions did the old emperor have?

She leaned over to take a look by holding onto Yang Yanzong's arm, but Yang Yanzong flipped his hand and the note disappeared. Su Ci couldn't accept it, "Hey, Yang Yanzong, why are you like this?!"

This is unacceptable. It's right in front of me and I won't even take a look. Aren't you just trying to keep me in suspense?

"Don't worry about it." Is tonight the time to worry about these trivial matters? !

Yang Yanzong turned around immediately like a voice-controlled motor, squinting his eyes and asking, "What did you call me just now?"

"Tell me, who am I?"

He flipped over and tried to grab Su Ci's wrist with a grappling move. Su Ci was familiar with this move and she reacted quickly. She put her left arm against her stomata with the back of her fist facing up. She then stretched her right hand downward and horizontally and moved it upward to block!

This was a classic upper blocking posture in karate. Although simple, things that have been refined and simplified to the extreme all have one thing in common: they are practical and effective. The first time she used it, she was caught off guard and successfully blocked it. She quickly took the opportunity to jump back and hide behind the antique shelf.

Yang Yanzong narrowed his eyes dangerously, snorted coldly, and with a burst of internal energy, he used his left hand to grab the opponent like lightning!

If the fight really came to fruition, even if ten men tied up Su Ci, they would still not be able to defeat Yang Yanzong. In just two or three moves, his hands would be cut off and he would be pinned down.

Su Ci laughed out loud.

She was pressed on the quilt and said in a cowardly manner, "Husband, husband, husband, please be gentle, haha."

Yang Yanzong was both angry and amused, he thought it was impossible for this girl to be shy and timid, but then he thought that the relationship between them was different from that of ordinary couples, so this was fine, but! Only one thing!

He lifted her up and turned her over. "You better remember this."

"What?"

"What's wrong?" What happened? ?

But Yang Yanzong did not continue. When the red curtain was lowered, at the crucial moment, he suddenly stopped, lifted her chin with his hand, leaned over and stared deeply into her eyes, "Remember, I am your man! Your husband!!"

Oh my god!

She was unwilling to marry him at first, but now, he finally married her.

His woman should be obedient to him, from body to soul, instead of being dishonest and staring at messy things, thinking about other things all day long!

"Do you remember?"

In fact, Su Ci didn't quite understand what he said, as her main focus was not on that. "Come on, big brother, are you coming over?" She said "hmm" twice randomly and took the initiative to put her arms around his neck.

The voices of people in the middle of the night gradually faded away, and the lakeside villa, which had been noisy all day, returned to its tranquility. The soldiers guarding the yard chatted with each other and rubbed their hands and faces.

The night in early spring was very cold. The fire in the charcoal basin crackled, then faded away and calmed down.

The dark blue sky is dotted with stars.

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