One Sword Nine Ya

The sun rose and splashed a piece of gold and green, shining on the porcelain vase on the table, the enamel was shimmering, a bit dazzling, obviously it was not morning.

Chen Weichen was still asleep, and there was no sign of waking up.

Ye Jiuya remembered that in recent days, this person always went to bed early and woke up late, and he was sleepy in the evening, and the time he fell asleep was getting longer every day.

Normally, he would wait for Chen Weichen to wake up by himself, but today the emperor left for the Fengchan Land hundreds of miles away, with many courtiers and famous families accompanying him, Master Chen and the eldest brother of the Chen family were not in Beijing, the second son had to go out Just to show off, Xiaotao has already urged her outside several times.

He yelled a few times, but the person woke up, but he was leaning on his shoulder half dead, finally put on the clothes he prepared earlier, sat in front of the mirror, looked at the person in the mirror, and looked like he was about to fall asleep at any time.

Xiaotao yelled a few times outside, probably because she saw that she had been getting up for a long time inside, and went to do other things, and didn't come in to take care of her grooming, so Ye Jiuya had no choice but to pick up the sandalwood comb.

Flowing blue hairs slid down around the fingertips, but where the comb teeth pass, a few strands of white in the black are exposed.

Probably because he touched something in the void, he suddenly heard his own heartbeat, and looked up at the bronze mirror, seeing that Chen Weichen still had such a youthful face, he gradually breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Most of the white hair is connected with time, like a spell to remind one's life.

After half an hour, it was finally packed, Chen Weichen came to his senses completely, and the carriage hurried out, barely keeping up with the holy driver who was leaving the city.

Wen Hui lit the refreshing incense and put it in the carriage: "This is not the way, young master, you should go to the doctor to see."

Chen Weichen just said: "It's a matter of cultivation, it doesn't get in the way."

As he said that, he leaned on Ye Jiuya, waving his painting fan, with a smile in his eyes, and he was like a drunk lying on the knees of a beauty: "I have never slept well since I was a child, and I have made up for it in the past few days, so I am happy." .”

Xiaotao glanced at Wen Hui unhappily, and then at Chen Weichen: "Master, he's been a little bit bad lately, I called him several times, but he didn't answer, turned to the front, and didn't know what he was looking at - or It is serious to send the bundles to the doctor as soon as possible."

Wen Hui looked at her blankly: "When did you call?"

Xiaotao spat: "You have no conscience, now you're pretending not to know."

The boy was still at a loss: "Why can't I remember?"

Chen Weichen thought for a while, and said: "We'll talk about this matter when we go back. You listen first. When it comes to the grand ceremony, we will be the only ones to go. A Tao and A Hui bring the rest of the family. Stay in the camp and don't follow."

"Why is this - such a lively place, if you don't go, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Wen Hui obviously wanted to go very much.

"Maybe something will happen." Chen Weichen was obviously not moved, "If something happens, although I don't know what kind of trouble it will be, it's best to avoid it after all."

"But everyone put on a lot of ostentation. We only have a few people from the Chen family, wouldn't it be a shame?" Xiaotao thought very carefully.

"There's no need to worry about that," Mr. Chen smiled, "We're with Xing Qiu, and his dog legs won't be small if we stand together."

Xiaotao nodded, Wen Hui still didn't give up: "My lord..."

Xiaotao pulled him over: "Being with the fairy elders is not enough for you to show off for most of your life? It's not bad for this excitement!"

Only then did Wen Hui agree.

Chen Weichen smiled happily, and tapped Wen Hui's head with the handle of his fan: "Okay, Ah Hui, I don't listen to your son anymore, just listen to A Tao."

Wen Hui chuckled and scratched his head: "Can this be the same?"

Mr. Chen put on a show and sighed: "It's a pity that Xiaotao doesn't like me, otherwise I wouldn't let you take it."

Xiaotao made a gesture to fight, not knowing which one to fight for a long time, she blushed and smiled, and turned her head away from them.

Mr. Chen then counted the dowry: "Please old lame count it a good day, you two count it, A Tao, when I get married, I will keep it in my room, you can take whatever you want, don't keep it for Ah Hui."

It was very relaxing and happy in the carriage for a while.

After the trouble was enough, I asked Wen Hui if there was any movement at Zhuang Baihan's place recently - the emperor rewarded the servants in the scholar's mansion, so it was better to find out easily when he was in the inn.Wen Hui said that there was no special movement, but that he likes to play the flute in the middle of the night, and the music is not very happy.

This is an ordinary thing, there is nothing worth noting, so I didn't say much.Chen Weichen had nothing else to do, so he picked up the exquisite rose-red dessert on the small table, looked at it, and said, "Mallow, people here call it roselle, the girls love this one the most."

Xiaotao took one and Lu Hongyan bit one. She didn't like it very much and said, "It's too sweet."

Chen Weichen ate slowly, squinting his eyes, looking very satisfied.

Xiaotao took another plate of not-sweet pasta: "Miss Lu, try this."

As he said that, he glanced at Chen Weichen: "My young master is the best feeder, and there are no taboos, so I prepared some of all tastes."

Saying that, when Sheng Jia stopped to rest, their accompanying carriages also stopped.Although the windows were open all the way, it was a bit stuffy after all, and many people in the car got down to breathe.

When there were only the two of them left in the carriage, Chen Weichen picked up another piece of snack and said with a smile, "Ye Jun, open your mouth."

Ye Jiuya is always dependent on him on weekdays, Wen Hui also said, I think Ye Jianzhu is more pampered than Xiao Tao even though he doesn't speak.

Chen Weichen fed the snacks in.

The sweet and delicate fragrance permeated between the lips and teeth, and it melted away gently. It was a bit sweeter for him, but it also made the fragrance last longer.

Seeing him eating, Chen Weichen smiled with satisfaction: "After all, there are some merits in the mortal world. The immortal family doesn't have these kinds of food."

Ye Jiuya replied to him, "Don't indulge in your appetite."

Chen Weichen grabbed another one and fed it into his mouth: "Let's wait for a while, it's okay—you'd better not talk, because if you talk, it will make people angry."

He sighed again: "I'm not just spoiling my appetite."

He also stopped talking, and quietly leaned on Ye Jiuya's shoulder to look outside.The sky is extremely blue, with a few soft white clouds floating around, and when they cover the sun, they suddenly darken, changing and changing, very impermanent.

The holy car got up again, and then went on the road. The people along the way shouted long live. After resting in a city for one night, the next day was officially the grand ceremony.

First of all, the documents to heaven and earth were sealed with gold, mud and silver ropes, and buried in front of the Temple of Heaven.Then go up the mountain, there are five colored soils in the altar of five emperors, and the three-story altar in the center is guarded.

Majestic music sounded from all sides, the scene was extremely grand and lively, and the weather was also beautiful, it was a great sunny day.

Xing Qiu pretended to be sick very well, and stayed on the side and couldn't come out. They didn't see Zhuang Baihan until noon, when the blessing prayer was announced.

In the past, the scholar in commoner clothes was dressed in fancy clothes and a high crown, with a calm demeanor between his brows. Even the old courtiers who were dissatisfied had to admit that this was a good candidate.

In the eyes of the immortals, this is not the case. They only look at luck—every time they see that luck, it becomes stronger than the last time, and the deep red brought by Kaiyang blood becomes more concentrated, showing a trace of purple air. .

With the sound of music, Zhuang Baihan began to slowly read the prayers.