The former commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Lord Lu, married the eldest granddaughter of Prime Minister Hu, who was exiled to Wushan Pass, three thousand miles away, by the emperor's order.
Everyone found it strange.
They came to watch the fun.
This wedding was ordinary.
There is no wedding dress, no priceless betrothal gift.
All I have is a promise, two sleeves of red shirt, three thousand strands of black hair, hand in hand throughout the four seasons, and spending thousands of days and nights with you.
People then remembered that even though the Jinyiwei had been notorious since the day it was founded by the previous emperor, all its successive commanders had been privately called "living devils."
But this Lord Commander Lu seems to have never done anything against the law.
Even last winter, when Commander Lu led a group of Jinyiwei to raid Prime Minister Hu's home, he was also following the imperial edict.
She did not trample on the integrity of the men of the Hu family, nor did she insult the women of the Hu family who had lost the support of the men.
And when escorting the Hu family men out of the city, they were treated with courtesy.
At Shili Songjunting, the women of the Hu family were trapped in a dilapidated temple, and it was Commander Lu who sent them winter clothes and quilts.
What is even more surprising is that the eldest grandson of the Hu family actually married him.
Hundreds of Jinyiwei led the way, and the people who stopped to watch on both sides of the street were like a long black dragon, stretching from Miss Hu's snack shop all the way to Lu's mansion.
Almost everyone in Shengjing City came out to watch this wedding, which was not very lively but was unprecedentedly lively.
Li Shuangwan felt very surprised.
Gu Xingyan, who had stood beside her at some point, also sensed something strange.
"Xingyan, why are there so many people?"
"You find it strange too?"
"Yes. Lu Dongqing is no longer the commander of the Jinyiwei, and there are not many officials in the court today. How come there are so many people watching this wedding?"
Those officials in the court who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak will not risk offending His Royal Highness the Crown Prince by attending his wedding.
Gu Xingyan frowned slightly, he also didn't understand it.
Weird.
Li Shuangwan was worried that this might be a trick to divert everyone's attention: "Where is my eldest cousin?"
"Mo Lin is guarding. Don't worry, I won't tell him to come back unless he does. Even if the sky falls outside, he won't leave Zhu Qingmeng for even a step."
Li Shuangwan felt a little relieved.
Lu Dongqing also felt a little uneasy. He was riding on a tall horse and could see farther.
I looked around, but didn't see anything unusual.
He winked at Yuan Ziyong, who understood. He took two steps back and hid in the crowd. A moment later, he disappeared with a dozen Jinyiwei.
Li Shuangwan turned to Chen Ping and Hong Shuang behind him and said, "You two go find Lord Yuan and ask if he can help you. I feel like something is wrong."
Today is A Yan and Lu Dongqing’s wedding day, and she doesn’t want any trouble to happen on such a day.
The two nodded and left.
Yuan Ziyong was naturally very welcome to have two more helpers around the princess.
He led the remaining Jinyiwei to deploy defenses, and Hongshuang and Chen Ping also entered the Lu Mansion.
He checked Lu's house inside and out several times, even the big red wedding candles and the four large plates of jujubes and osmanthus fruits were checked carefully, but no problems were found.
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.
When the wedding sedan landed, Lu Dongqing dismounted and took the red silk held by the girl's hand, and stepped in step by step, Yuan Ziyong nodded slightly at him.
Chen Ping and Hong Shuang also shook their heads, indicating that there was nothing.
Li Shuangwan and Gu Xingyan also found it incredible.
My tense nerves didn't relax throughout the entire afternoon.
However, nothing happened until the entire wedding ceremony was over, until the banquet was over, and until all the guests left.
The bridal chamber was guarded openly and secretly by people arranged by Lu Dongqing.
But even so, Lu Dongqing was still worried. After drinking a few glasses, he pretended to be drunk and asked Yuan Ziyong to help him back.
He knew that at this moment his bride was sitting on the wedding bed in the bridal chamber, waiting for her husband to lift the veil.
Lu Dongqing stepped in slowly.
Yuan Ziyong waved his hand and asked his brothers to leave.
A few brothers hid in the corner, trying to eavesdrop on what their boss was doing on his wedding night.
Some of them even made bets in a low voice, betting on how long their eldest brother could hold out and when the candle in the house would go out.
After being kicked a few times on the butt by Yuan Ziyong and scolded by him, he left reluctantly.
When the bride's beautiful face fell into his eyes, Lu Dongqing's heart beat violently.
"You've been feeling uneasy today. What happened?"
Hu Muyan was actually very sensitive. She felt it the moment the sedan chair landed, he lifted the curtain, held her hand, and led her out of the sedan chair.
Lu Dongqing was completely relieved: "No, nothing happened."
It seems that he was overthinking.
The hairpins, rings and jade pendants were taken off, and the bright red wedding dress fell to the ground.
There were endless layers of music and gentle humming inside the curtain, and even the moon shyly hid in the clouds.
……
However, it wasn't that nothing happened, but that everyone's attention was on the wedding.
So much so that no one knew about the tragic massacre that took place in the Prince Huai's Mansion at the end of Zhuque Street, which had stood for hundreds of years.
Ever since he went to the gate of the imperial palace and returned home, old King Huai always felt that he was really too old and his health was getting worse.
Especially in the past two days, his eyelids had been twitching, making him feel that something big was about to happen.
I only had a bowl of millet porridge for dinner today.
When dusk fell, he sat in a wheelchair and asked his servants to push him to the room of his great-grandson, King Huai.
Now, in the entire Prince Huai's Mansion, there are only two masters, their great-grandfather and grandson.
It just so happened that this great-grandson had been a sickly child since the moment he was born.
The servants always gossiped about him behind his back, saying that the reason he could live to such an old age was that he had taken away the lifespan of his descendants, turning himself into a nearly hundred-year-old monster, and that all the blessings of Prince Huai's mansion were absorbed by him alone.
This rumor spread so many times that he eventually began to believe it himself.
When he sat under the eaves, he often wondered when he would die.
He wanted his great-grandson to live well.
When I entered the great-grandson's room, the servant who served him personally was feeding him medicine.
The old King Huai supported himself on the armrest of his wheelchair and slowly stood up. The servants came to help him up, but he waved them away: "The old man wants to go and see my great-grandson by himself."
The servants quickly guarded it carefully.
Old King Huai glared at him, walked to the bed, and sat down slowly.
Little King Huai's face was pale. Seeing him coming, he forced a smile and said with difficulty: "Grandfather..."
"How do you feel today? How much did you eat?"
Little King Huai looked at his servants embarrassedly.
Seeing this, the servant smiled and replied, "Old Prince Huai, the young master is much better today. The medicine prescribed by Doctor Luo from the People's Hospital is very effective. The young master drank half a bowl of porridge more today than yesterday."
"Okay, okay. You guys step aside first and let us two great-grandchildren talk for a while."
Several servants answered and left the room.