Jiang Lianzhi also sat in the study for a long time.
Xie Tingzhou will marry the concubine after the succession ceremony. This news has reached Shengjing a few days ago. Calculating, the auspicious day of the wedding is only a few days away.
There is a portrait on the table. The person in the portrait has gentle eyebrows and a faint smile on his lips.
He thought of Shen Yu again, those sharp and oppressive eyes when looking at people.
This is not the same person at all. What is he obsessed with?
"Come here, get the brazier."
It was getting cold in Shengjing, so he asked for a brazier without asking anything. Thinking that he was cold, he quickly brought the brazier in.
Jiang Lianzhi picked up the painting and walked over. He let go of his hand and the portrait fell on the brazier.
A burning black spot continued to expand, and his hand tightened.
Suddenly, he snatched the portrait out of the brazier. There was still a fire burning on it. He put it out with his hands and kicked over the brazier in a hurry.
The dust in the brazier filled the air, choking him so much that he couldn't help coughing, but he still held on tightly to the portrait that was burned into two pieces from the middle.
When Gao Jin heard the noise and came to check, he was so frightened that he quickly called people in to clean up the mess on the floor and asked the maid to bring burnt medicine.
Jiang Lianzhi took his hand and asked the maid to apply the medicine, and said to Gao Jin, "Prepare a gift for me and send it to Beilin."
Gao Jin was horrified, "What kind of ceremony?"
"Wedding gift." Jiang Lianzhi asked, "What did the young lady like in the past?"
"Young Madam?" Gao Jin was stunned.
Jiang Lianzhi came to his senses, lowered his head and recalled for a moment, then said, "The jade pillow, the glazed makeup box, the magnolia gilded standing vase in the warehouse..."
He talked a lot about the ornaments in their former bedroom in their previous life, almost everything in the room.
"That's all." Jiang Lianzhi waved his hand, "Go and do it."
Gao Jin was hesitant to speak, but decided to ask: "Didn't the young master ask us to collect these for our marriage?"
"No one will get married." Jiang Lianzhi said dejectedly: "Find someone to hurry up and send her to Beilin. Don't get ruined."
……
Xie Tingzhou had already started preparing for the wedding before he left Beilin.
Uncle Zhong returned to Beilin from Shengjing only a few days later than Xie Tingzhou, and he came back just in time to arrange the wedding.
After all, the preparations for marrying the princess were a bit hasty.
The palace to the north was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the doors were crowded with guests. The noise outside could be heard in the inner courtyard.
Shen Yuji finished dressing up.
She was sitting in the room, wearing a heavy headdress. After covering her head, she could only see the area under her feet.
There were Western maids on the left and right sides of the house, waiting for Xie Tingzhou to come to greet the bride.
The sedan chair will go around half of the royal capital and then return to the northern palace.
"I'm still confused. Should I follow Luozhou's etiquette or our Beilin's etiquette?"
"When you do as the Romans do in the countryside, you should follow the etiquette of us coming from the north, right?"
"But according to Beilin's etiquette, who will carry the princess to the sedan chair?"
"Yeah, why didn't I think of this?"
Shen Yu hadn't fully adapted to this new title. It took her a while to realize that it was referring to herself. She listened to the conversation outside and nervously twirled her fingers.
She couldn't remember her mood when she got married in her previous life. She was not as nervous as she was now, nor was she overly happy. Perhaps she was escaping more to get rid of the situation at that time.
Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard a burst of excitement outside.
"Here comes the person who will carry the princess into the sedan."
Shen Yu wanted to lift her hijab to see who it was, but was stopped by the maid.
"Princess, you have to wait for the prince to remove your hijab, otherwise it will be unlucky."
Footsteps and noises came closer, and they all stopped at the door.
Shen Yu saw a pair of muddy boots through the gap between her hanging hijab.
The visitor took her hand and put it on his shoulder. Seeing that no one was stopping her, Shen Yu obediently lay on the visitor's shoulder.
The man's shoulders were very broad, and he was swaying as he carried her, and he still smelled of sweat.
She immediately gave up the idea that this was Xie Tingzhou, and besides, it was against the rules for the groom to carry the bride.
After walking for a while, the person carrying her stopped and said, "I have been carrying you for so long, and my brother didn't even know to call out?"
As soon as Shen Yu heard this voice, her heart couldn't stop beating wildly.
I wanted to lift the hijab, but I resisted.
She doesn't want anything imperfect or unlucky, she wants to be with Xie Tingzhou forever.
"Why are you here?" Shen Yu's voice was slightly crying.
Shen Zhao carried her on his back and started walking again, "Brother said he would marry you on his back, how could he break his promise? If you want to blame, blame Xie Tingzhou. He didn't tell me that you were going to get married when you came back, which made me lose my life for days. I ran all over the place and finally caught up, I didn’t even have time to change my boots.”
Shen Zhao noticed a drop of water dripping from the back of his neck, and then heard the girl sniffing.
"Crying again." Shen Zhao originally wanted to say something from the bottom of his heart, but felt that it was too emotional. He probably would have cried more fiercely, so he let it go.
Shen Zhao tipped her up, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry. If you don't go out, you'll miss the right moment."
Shen Zhao's pace suddenly became faster, and Shen Yu tightened her grip on his neck, thinking that her father was not here, but her brother was here, and now it could be considered complete.
Shen Zhao sent her to the sedan chair and looked up at Xie Tingzhou who was standing on the horse.
Xie Tingzhou nodded to him and made a promise to him silently.
Eight big sedans were lifted up, and suonas and firecrackers sounded.
The sedan chair passed through the royal capital, and the streets were crowded and empty. It circled around and returned to Beilin Palace again.
The sedan curtain was kicked open and a piece of red silk was handed over.
She saw that familiar hand with distinct joints, and she would walk hand in hand with him until the end of her life.
It was still busy outside.
Shen Yu sat on the couch, rarely feeling so calm in her heart.
There were footsteps outside.
"Oh, Your Majesty, there are still guests outside."
Xie Tingzhou stepped into the new house, but stopped and stood at the door looking at her.
Shen Yu clearly heard the familiar footsteps, but she didn't see him coming to lift the hijab for a long time. She couldn't help but pinch the corner of the hijab to take a peek.
"Don't move." Xie Tingzhou walked over, "I'll come."
He took the jade Ruyi from the tray held by the maid, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his hijab.
She put on makeup today, which made her face look even brighter.
Xie Tingzhou stared blankly for a long time. It was so long that Shen Yu began to wonder if today's makeup was too thick and a little strange.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch his face, Xie Tingzhou grabbed his hand.
"Stop the boat?" Shen Yu looked at him doubtfully.
Xie Tingzhou stared at her for a moment, "What should you call me?"
"Your Majesty?"
Xie Tingzhou smiled and leaned close to her, "My prince, anyone can scream, but husband, only you can scream."
Shen Yu pursed her lips and said, "Husband."
The two were very close, and Xie Tingzhou's eyes were burning.
The maid had already retreated. Not everyone dared to make trouble in the King of Beilin's bridal chamber.
The yard was extremely quiet, and I could vaguely hear the excitement in the front yard.
Shen Yu thought about whether the two of them should say something since they were getting married today.
"I……"
The string that Xie Tingzhou had stretched for too long broke without warning. It was the rope that bound the beast.
Their lips and teeth were pressed together, and he held a scalding fire in his hand.
The fire burned more fiercely than ever before, burning up the clothes and heating up the bed curtains.
Xie Tingzhou thought about the feeling of having her pressed under him countless times in his dream, but never like this moment.
He didn't want to miss every bit of her expression, the pain, the patience, the joy, and the satisfaction.
Her hair was stuck to her face with a thin layer of sweat. Xie Tingzhou pushed her hair aside to kiss her and saw the moisture in the corners of her eyes.
Shen Yu's cheeks were buried in the quilt, soaked by him in this cold night.
