In a blink of an eye, it was the day for the wedding of King Yi Feng Lingxiao and the most talented scholar in Fengdu, Liang Xijun. In the morning, the people of Fengdu lined up on both sides of the road, waiting to admire the elegance of King Yi and Liang, and to see this rare grand occasion in Fengdu.

The mighty procession came out of King Yi's mansion. The groom, King Yi Feng Lingxiao, rode on a tall black horse in a bright red coat. From the day he entered the city in a military uniform with his troops, King Yi's handsome and tough appearance had been engraved in the hearts of many unmarried men in Fengdu, and captured the hearts of many men.

It's a pity that my lover is not interested in me. I am like a flower falling into the water, flowing away with the water, without knowing where I am going.

A team of cavalrymen were in front, followed by musicians playing music, and carrying an eight-horse sedan chair, they were heading towards Liang Xiangfu.

The team passed by the gate of Yipinzhai, and the man on the horse suddenly raised his head and looked in one direction. Both sides of the road were full of people, and even the windows upstairs were full of people. People were not surprised to see who the King of Wings was looking at.

But Fang Ziye knew that the man was looking at him. He did not stand alone at a window today, but stood with everyone, with three or two friends who were invited to come.

When he was looked at by those sharp eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became gentler, and he didn't even know what he was laughing at.

Maybe it was because after today, that person would be one step closer to the position he wanted. With more and more information coming and going in recent years, he naturally knew that the fourth prince's mother, Shu Guijun, died of poison that year. The poison was so deadly that Feng Lingxiao was sent to the border to avoid it.

As for his mother's feelings, that person never mentioned it to him, and he never asked that person. As for the affairs in the palace, so many years have passed, and the things he can find out are also valid. I am afraid that this person needs to investigate it personally to find some clues. And the death of so many people in that palace was nothing more than the work of a few people who fought for the favor of the emperor, and they were all for that position.

And they have worked hard for so many years, planned for so many years, and it is about to succeed. None of them can have any accidents at this juncture. The man believed in him so much, he couldn't hold him back.

The horse flashed past, and the man also disappeared in front of his eyes, followed by the sound of music.

"I heard that Liang Xijun is a first-class beauty. I don't know how beautiful she is. It's a pity that we can't see the beauty of the talented Liang for a while." The young man holding a fan in his hand shook the fan in his hand and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity..."

"No matter how beautiful the young master Liang is, can he be as beautiful as our brother Fang's face?" Wei Zhen likes to visit brothels and small restaurants the most. He likes beautiful women. He has never seen anyone with a face better than their brother Fang.

If he didn't know that brother Fang was a boy like them, he would have wanted to marry her back home.

"Wei Zhen, don't joke around." Zhou Quanzhi said.

Wei Zhen also realized that he had spoken out of turn, and hurriedly apologized to Fang Ziyu, "Ziyu, don't be angry, I, this is not a slip of the tongue, I hope Master Ziyu will be magnanimous and not hold it against me."

"It's nothing." Fang Ziye's mouth curled up into a smile, he didn't feel like joking, maybe because the man who hit him downstairs left, his heart also followed that man. He

suddenly felt that he shouldn't invite his friends over today, he should find a place to spend this day quietly.

The road from Prince Yi's Mansion to Prime Minister Liang's Mansion is not far, the team with music and drums soon arrived at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, eight sedan chairs stopped in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Feng Lingxiao jumped off the tall horse neatly and stood in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The sound of gongs and drums could be heard outside the door. Liang Baojun, who was supported out of the room in a red wedding dress, said goodbye to her father and mother, "From now on, you will be someone else's family." Mrs. Liang held her son's hand, her eyes red, she was reluctant to let her son get married. He prayed to God and hoped for a long time before he had such a child. Although he was not a boy, he was also a lovable brother. This child was smart and sensible since he was young, and now it was time for him to get married. He held the child's hand, unwilling to let go, and his throat was choked with sobs as he instructed, "When you go to Prince Yi's Mansion, you will be a princess. Mom can't go with you. You have to take good care of yourself..."

"Well, Mom, I remember, you have to take good care of yourself, and take care of dad's body." The face with a light powder on it looked even more delicate and beautiful. Liang Baojun was indeed a handsome man. When he saw Mom, her eyes were red, and his eyes were also a little red.

"Okay, stop nagging me. You've been telling me these things three months ago. The carriage is waiting outside the door today. Hurry up and go out. Don't let the King of Yi wait too long." Liang Xiang saw that his mother and daughter were going to continue arguing, and he was afraid that the King of Yi outside the door would get impatient. He had heard these words for several months, and his ears were almost ringing.

Mrs. Liang Xiang's eyes were red, and she burst into tears and laughed when her husband said this, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Mom will cover you with a red veil. Walk out of this door, and you will be an adult from now on."

"Dad, take care of yourself. I'm leaving." Liang Xijun glanced at his father and said.

"Yes." Liang Xiang nodded, "When you go there, be more careful and cautious." He said.

Mrs. Liang Xiang took the red veil from the servant's hand and happily covered her son who was getting married. Seeing her son wearing a red wedding dress and covered with a red veil, step by step away from her, Yanzhong couldn't help but get wet again.

"Well, it's not like you can't see him anymore. He's in Fengdu, just two streets away. You can see him anytime you want." Seeing that his wife was about to cry again, Liang Xiang said quickly, even though his own eyes were a little wet.

A graceful figure wearing a bright red robe walked out of the door.

Feng Lingxiao's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he walked forward to cover the man's hand, but the moment he held it, he woke up. The man under the red veil stared at his shoes, knowing that the one holding his hand was his husband, the husband he would spend his life with in the future. His heart was so nervous that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.

From the first moment he saw Feng Lingxiao, the man riding into the city on horseback, Liang Baojun fell in love with this man. He wanted to marry someone who could kill enemies on horseback, protect his country, and be worthy of his life. He did not want to marry those dandy boys who only knew how to visit brothels and wine shops all day, and he did not want to marry those princes with concubines.

Only the fourth prince, now the Wing King Feng Lingxiao, is the person he dreams of marrying in any aspect. Now that he is married to Feng Lingxiao, it means that their Liang family is on Feng Lingxiao's side. Such a person should be the master of Feng Dynasty, and he, Liang Xijun, will be the one waiting to take the throne.

"Get up the sedan chair--" The red sedan curtain fell, and the people outside the sedan chair shouted loudly. The

sound of gongs and drums made the scene even more lively. The first one was the Wing King sitting on a horse, followed by an eight-legged sedan chair, followed by a band blowing trumpets and beating gongs and drums, and behind them were the ten-li red dresses carried out from the prime minister's residence, a total of 180.

Little children carrying baskets distributed candies to the people standing on both sides of the road, and those who received the candies cheered with joy.

When the red team passed by, he always felt that something was missing in his heart. At that moment, Fang Ziye felt his eyes were very sore and he wanted to cry. His heart was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

"Um..." The child in the mansion kicked him, and a crystal tear fell down, unable to be controlled any longer.

Only the high officials in the court could be invited to the Prince Yi's Mansion today, not the businessmen and the young dandies. The chef in the Prince Yi's Mansion today was from Yipinzhai. Being invited to the Prince Yi's Mansion to prepare the banquet for today's wedding banquet, the reputation of Yipinzhai will only get better and better.

For a moment, he didn't know what he was doing.

After the wedding procession passed by, the pedestrians on the road gradually dispersed. The dull pain in his abdomen made him not in the mood to continue drinking and chatting with his friends here. Zhou Quanzhi saw that Fang Ziye's face was not very good, and he was a little worried. He kissed him with some concern, "Zi Yu, are you really okay?"

"It's okay, I just caught a cold recently, probably because I was blown by the wind just now. I feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable now. I will go back and sleep for a while. It's nothing. It's just that I invited you to drink today, I'm afraid I have to come back another day." Fang Ziye's mouth was pulled up with a smile, he didn't know it himself, his face was pale and a little scary.

"It's okay, we'll make an appointment another day, you go back first, remember to see a doctor." Zhou Quanzhi instructed.

"Okay."

After saying goodbye to his friend, they got on the carriage waiting at the door and went back to the mansion.

His abdomen was aching all the way, and Fang Ziye felt more and more anxious. He lifted the curtain and asked the people outside to go faster. However, there were more people coming and going on the road than usual, and their carriage could not pass.

When he returned to the mansion, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the doctor he invited was already waiting there.

"What nonsense!" Seeing this man unwrapping the cloth around his abdomen, the doctor's face changed and he said a few harsh words. After taking your pulse and checking, he said with a bad face, "If you still want this child, don't do this kind of thing in the future."

"... Remember not to act so crazy anymore. Pregnant women should avoid emotional ups and downs. Just relax. Let Xiaotong make a dose of the medicine I prescribed for you every morning and evening. I will come to see you tomorrow. If there is anything, ask someone to find me."

The doctor wrote a prescription. Fang Ziye whispered to Ershun, and Ershun understood and took the prescription and went out. Ershun sent the doctor out

. After the people in the room left, he felt like he had survived a disaster. In the end, he couldn't let go. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.