I'm still so majestic

On the seventh day of the first winter month, Prince Duan Yan Zhou asked to see him, and after entering the palace, he bowed and spoke, what he was talking about was not treacherous tactics, nor a struggle for interests, but——

Give marriage.

"A few years ago, when I was offering incense in Xiangguo Temple, I met a woman named Zhou Mengjun. I fell in love with her at first sight, and I never forgot. I had the honor to meet again a few months ago, and now I have decided in my heart that she is someone who can spend my whole life with me."

Yan Zhou lowered his head: "But she is not in the official position, and she cannot be the main wife according to the regulations. I don't want to wrong her, so I come here to ask for a marriage order. I hope His Majesty will allow it."

What he said was sincere, and some sincerity could be seen in his eyes. Yan Ji held the teacup and looked at him, and paused.

In previous lives, Yan Zhou should have gotten married on the [-]th day of the sixth month of the fourth year of Tianhe, that is, two years later, the person he married was naturally not a woman from such an ordinary family, but a noble daughter of the Qin family from the Kyoto family.

Yan Ji had been there when Yan Zhou visited the church back then, and he didn't look at the bride with any tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes at that time, but now he just mentions that person, and his eyes are full of tenderness without a trace of hypocrisy.

Acting or being sincere, Yanji can tell the difference clearly.

It's just that he was used to seeing Yan Zhou wearing a mask with a hypocritical and gentle smile, and suddenly seeing his sincerity exposed, he was in a trance for a moment, feeling like the person in front of him had changed from inside to outside.

He frowned, rubbed his fingers slowly on the rim of the cup, Ruyu's face was shadowed by the tea, and it fell into Yan Zhou's eyes, suddenly becoming unpredictable.

After a long while, Yan Ji put down his teacup, with a smile in his eyes: "This is a happy event, but the royal family has rules, a wife can't be abandoned in this life, and can't be continued after death. There is no room for regret. Uncle Wang, have you figured it out?"

"Yes, Your Majesty will allow."

"Since this is the case, I can't be the one who beats mandarin ducks. Have I ever chosen an auspicious day?"

Hearing this, it was rare for Yan Zhou to show a bit of embarrassment on his face: "I made up my mind a long time ago. If Your Majesty agrees, then there is no need to wait for an auspicious day, and it will be tomorrow... I have been in love with her for a long time, and I will marry you as soon as possible." Only the heart of ceremony can be at ease, Your Majesty don't want to make fun of it."

"Uncle Wang's kindness is really rare." Yanji took a sip from the teacup again, tapped his finger, and finally ended the conversation: "So, Uncle Wang will go back and prepare, when the time comes, I and the Tai Tuo will pass by."

Yan Zhou showed joy, and bowed in response. He was not depressed when he left Xuanjing Palace for the first time.

Xie Wenzhuo heard their conversation clearly in the side hall, and walked out slowly after Yan Zhou left.Yan Ji wiped off the water stains on his fingertips, and frowned slightly: "Send someone to investigate Zhou Mengjun's origin, but I really want to know if there is a ghost behind it."

Xie Wenzhuo nodded, and rubbed the frown between his brows with his fingers: "If your majesty is not at ease, it's just that this matter is not allowed, so don't worry about it, even if it will cause a lot of treachery in his heart, it doesn't matter."

He lowered his eyes with a serious expression: "The minister is here."

What he said was sincere, and the concern in his eyes could not be faked at all. Yan Ji's expression softened, and he raised his hand to hold the hand that he placed between his eyebrows: "I don't make things difficult for him, not because I'm worried about setbacks, but because Zhou Mengjun is a woman from a commoner family."

Xie Wenzhuo unconsciously thought of using marriage to support the power, and just wanted to say that there is no need to care too much about it, but he heard Yan Ji speak again: "The Daqi royal family has always been a noble family, and it has become a rule for a hundred years... Now Yan Zhou has married Zhou Mengjun as his main wife, Wen Qing, from now on, it will be justifiable for you and me to marry each other."

Xie Wenzhuo was stunned for a moment, lowered his head in a daze, and met a pair of radiant eyes in an instant. Many emotions were brewing in the depths, shame, anticipation, yearning... many, many, and finally condensed into one point, falling on the bottom of his eyes and heart, like The fresh green that first broke ground in spring and the melting light at noon moved a heart that has always been restrained in an instant.

At that moment, Xie Wenzhuo had tens of millions of beautiful futures in his mind. Many years later, maybe not too long, he will climb to the highest place with Yanji, and retreat to the world after tasting the glory, to watch the fireworks in the capital together , peach blossoms from Nanzhou, water from Cangzhou, wine from Shaoxing, tea from Sireng... This life may be short or long, but as long as there is such a person, it is enough.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes closed, and he suddenly bent down and hugged Yan Ji tightly. Thousands of words slowly settled in the boundless guilt, and finally condensed into a word with trembling sounds: "Okay."

But it seemed like he had exhausted all his strength.

Yan Ji could best understand his current mood, and there was heat in his eyes. He reached out and patted Xie Wenzhuo on the back, but he didn't say anything.

The ground dragon in the hall was burning just right, and the tea smoke was curling up from the corner. Ergouzi accidentally tripped over his tail and rolled to Shao He's feet. Shao He lowered his head and stroked its head. The two people who were holding each other smiled lightly and thought of something, their cheeks gradually turned red.

The day went smoothly.

……

The next day, Yan Zhou got married.

He is a noble prince, and he has a lot of contacts with the dignitaries in Beijing on weekdays. Although the person he married was not a noble daughter, the marriage given by the imperial decree is also very beautiful.So that day, Prince Duan's Mansion was extremely lively, with the sound of gongs and drums, and dozens of miles of red makeup to welcome the bride, half of the imperial city was full of festive colors.

There are a lot of insiders from the court, not just for affection but also for etiquette.The chief steward of the palace was standing at the gate of the palace as an entertainer. When it was approaching noon, he could see the emperor's chariot from a distance.

All the officials bowed their heads, and for a moment, they heard the clear and clear voice of a young man: "Today is Uncle Wang's birthday, you and I are both guests, so there is no need to be formal."

All the ministers responded immediately, and entered the palace together behind him. Red silk was hung everywhere in the palace, and the hall was full of noise. Yan Zhou heard Yan Ji's arrival, and walked forward with a smile: "Your Majesty and the Taifu can do it today?" It is really an honor to come here."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yan Ji took his seat and whispered to Xie Wenzhuo.He wore a moon-white uniform today, with light-colored bamboo leaves embroidered on the cuffs, a light gold thread under the bamboo leaves, and cloud patterns around the city. There is a shimmering feeling of melting ice and snow.

In the eyes of all the ministers, they completely concealed the color of the newcomer.

At noon, the ritual and music outside played again.Yan Zhou personally took Zhou Mengjun off the sedan chair outside the gate of the mansion, took her hand and walked all the way into the lobby, worshiped the heaven and earth and the ancestral hall, Zhou Mengjun was sent to the bridal chamber amidst the noise of the crowd, Yan Zhou stayed there for a while, then came out to continue entertain.

He looked very happy today, no wonder, his official career has been smooth in the past six months, and now he is rewarded with a beautiful woman, so he is nothing but proud in his life.

There was a lot of noise over there, but Yanji's side was peaceful, no one dared to come and make trouble with him.Yan Ji was very satisfied with this, Youzai Youzai drank a few glasses, suddenly he was patted on the shoulder, and a person laughed behind him: "Yan Xiaojiu, your face is turning red, what are you drinking?"

Yan Ji didn't look back: "I thought you would leave after the ceremony."

"That was indeed the plan." Fu Zhihuai raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I see you here?"

"That's really flattering." Yan Ji replied insincerely, Fu Zhihuai snorted, and returned to his original position after arguing with him for a while.Yan Ji habitually glanced in his direction, and saw two people standing by the door in a daze, one was Yan Zhou wearing a big red wedding gown, and the other... was Fu Xingzhang.

Looking closer, the door was empty.

……

Back at Xuanjing Hall at night, the people Xie Wenzhuo sent to investigate Zhou Mengjun's background had brought back news that it was indeed as Yan Zhou said, a woman from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with a clean family background and a small family of jade.

Yan Ji looked at it many times and didn't notice anything strange, so he simply handed it over to Xie Wenzhuo. Xie Wenzhuo deliberated over it and said, "There is no problem with the background."

He has read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles, and read countless people, and his judgment is believed by Yan Ji.

He sighed: "I have always felt that Yan Zhou is hypocritical and greedy, and he only knows calculations all his life. Such an impression is deeply ingrained. I really can't stand the sudden addition of such an affectionate character."

Xie Wenzhuo smiled, hummed, took the paper in his hand and burned it in the charcoal basin.Yan Ji watched the white paper slowly twisting in the fire, suddenly remembered Fu Xingzhang, and told Xie Wenzhuo what he saw in the palace today.

Hearing this, Xie Wenzhuo also frowned and bowed his head in silence.

Yan Ji followed him in silence for a long time, then stood up: "Don't think too much about things that you don't know. Tomorrow, I'd better go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see if it's true or not, and you'll know it."

Xie Wenzhuo raised his head and smiled: "Okay."

One day, Yan Ji and Xie Wenzhuo visited the Prime Minister's residence.

They went at the right time, Fu Zhihuai was not around, and Fu Xingzhang was the only one in the house.The two followed the housekeeper to lead the way to the study. Fu Xingzhang was looking down at something behind the table. He was so engrossed that he couldn't respond when Yan Ji and Xie Wenzhuo entered.

The chief steward walked to him and called out in a low voice, and Fu Xingzhang came back to his senses, and took back the scroll in his hand.He collected it very quickly, and the painting flashed before Yan Ji's eyes, and he only saw the appearance of a woman vaguely.

Fu Xingzhang is very frank: "Since my deceased wife passed away, she has been in my dreams every night, but I can't see her in these months. I am afraid that I will forget her face, so I will take out the portrait to see if I have nothing to do. She painted it herself when she was not married, but now she just looks at it, and she still remembers the smile on her face at that time, which is more beautiful than the color of the lotus behind her."

"Love is unforgettable." Yan Ji said, "I went to the palace to have a banquet yesterday and saw you from a distance, so I came to see you today."

"Your Majesty has a heart." Fu Xingzhang knew what he was thinking and did not hide it. "Yesterday, the prince got married and we met at the banquet. His subordinates have something recently. Caomin has taken care of the same thing before, so he asked me some routines. thing."

He used to use me before, but now he has become a grassroots person. Yanji also knew that he was dissatisfied because of suspicion, so he stopped talking about it, and left the study after talking about some daily routine.

After turning the corner and walking on the hidden bluestone road, Yan Ji asked, "Is there anything unusual about what he said today?"

"It doesn't look wrong, but when Fu Xingzhang was young, he followed the late emperor everywhere in politics and law. He was better than us in overt and secret kung fu. If he really wanted to hide it, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to see it."

"Indeed it is."

The two continued to walk forward, and gradually reached the door. Before reaching the door, the servant in front of the door had already bowed down, and then a figure appeared serious. Fu Zhihuai walked in from the door, and when he saw Yan Ji, his eyes flashed surprise.

"Yan Xiaojiu?"