Li Chunfeng personally sent Su Dawei to the door of the house, and seeing Su Dawei turn around to leave, he suddenly shouted: "Su Dawei, what are your plans after you marry Nie Su?" ”

"Intended?"

Su Da stopped, and glanced back at Li Chunfeng in some surprise: "It's nothing specific, it's just to serve my mother, take care of Nie Su, and then be my guard officer." ”

Li Chunfeng looked him up and down and shook his head.

"Li Langzhong, what does this mean?"

"Your life is beyond the shackles, you should be doing a big career, listen to what you say, but you are a little childish."

"Li Langzhong, what you said ......"

The corners of Su Dawei's mouth twitched: "Who doesn't want to live a good life, and who doesn't want to have a good start in the future?" The starting point of my start was just a small bad person, but now, I am a military attache under the fourth grade, the deputy guard of the prince's East Palace, and my family has a lot of business, and I am rich in food and clothing.

Recently, I bought some fields, and the servants at home have also collected a lot.

As an alien, I have enough cultivation on my own.

Soon he will marry again.

At this point in life, what more can a husband ask for? ”

Li Chunfeng had a look of regret on his face.

"Self-cultivation, Qi family, you are doing well, fame, wealth, you are also double-earning, however, Lao Dao still thinks that you have this ability, if you only stop here, it is too vulgar."

"Ahem, then you say something good?"

Su Dawei was choked and felt that Li Chunfeng's old way was a bit poisonous.

"In this life, Li Langzhong has stayed in the Secret Pavilion for decades, taking charge of the stars for His Majesty, and managing the Taishi Bureau, what is the difference between him and me?"

"That's a big difference."

Li Chunfeng smiled: "In the life of the old man, the most worthy of boasting is not the position of Taishi Ling or the Secret Pavilion Lang, nor the covenant between the human race and the Luminous Star Monarch, but the writing of the "Fa Xiang Zhi", "Yi Si Zhan", the writing of the "Book of Jin", "Astronomy", "Legal Calendar", "Five Elements", and annotating the "Ten Sutras" with Wang Zhenru, and planning to complete the "Lin De Calendar" this year. ”

"I ...... Leave. ”

Su Dawei arched his hand at him, turned around and left.

Walking so fast, it was as if there was a vicious dog chasing after him.

It's disgusting.

It's a dimensionality reduction blow.

Li Chunfeng, this old man, is not authentic, his kind of prodigy genius, only one has been produced in thousands of years, can it be compared?

Sage Cloud: Virtue, meritorious service, and speech.

Li Chunfeng can be regarded as all of them, no wonder he can leave a name in history.

But......

Su Dawei secretly thought in his heart that now that he is living a rich life, the panic when he first entered Datang, and the pursuit of a sense of security have already been realized.

Now, even if the court is a little turbulent, as long as you hold Wu Meiniang tightly, it will be difficult to be stepped on.

I used to want a good life and a good head.

But at this point, what is a good life, a good head?

Higher cultivation?

More wealth?

Power?

Or with great power comes great responsibility.

Do some work.

Or, find a way to change Datang?

This magical Tang Dynasty, if he really throws out some thoughts of later generations, will it go in a different direction?

That's it, if you really want to transform the entire Datang, I'm afraid you don't have to be the Datang version of Wang Mang.

With the power of one person, if you want to change the general trend of the entire history, you are using the mantis arm as a car.

Just think about it.

The confusion about future goals is only momentary.

In the next moment, his mind was filled with the upcoming wedding.

When you're busy, you don't have time to think about those things.

……

The waning moon is like a hook.

The doors of the various squares in Chang'an have long been closed, and only the Wuhou shop occasionally leaks out.

The moonlight fills the courtyard.

Under a ginkgo tree, I suddenly heard someone singing: "The golden leaf falls into the orchid town, the blue shadow is incense, it is a thousand-year-old relic tree, and it is prosperous without decay." The wind is not enough, the frost is more noble, and the wandering is also beautiful, how can virtue be alone. ”

With the sound of poetry, under the apricot tree, a black gas suddenly rolled up.

The black gas came strangely, like a flame.

It's fleeting.

The black gas passed, and under the ginkgo tree, in addition to a weak-crowned young man who had chanted poetry before, there was an old woman in black and crutches.

The old woman was on a thick wooden cane, and her face was half-caged in the shadow of her cloak.

The exposed chin is covered with furrows and wrinkles.

At first glance, I thought it was a piece of dead wood.

"Tsururo-kun."

As soon as the old woman spoke, her hoarse voice was like a knife scraping between the uneven sand and stones, which was extremely ugly.

The boy known as Tsururo-kun was originally looking up at this thousand-year-old ginkgo.

Hearing the voice, he turned around slowly, a face in the moonlight, as rich as jade, handsome and extraordinary.

But a few more glances, and you will find that there is something strange about his eyes.

The eyes are long and narrow, and the corners of the eyes fly diagonally towards the sideburns.

I don't think anything just by looking at it.

A pair of eyes placed together, the more you look at it, the more it feels like a bird's eyes.

In the center of his eyebrows, there is also a touch of vermilion.

It was as if someone had dipped their fingers in cinnabar and wiped them out from top to bottom between their eyebrows.

"Gu Po, why didn't the Glowing Star Monarch come?"

"Hehe, Xingjun said, it's enough for the old body to come, as for what you said......"

"How?"

"It's not time yet."

"Isn't it time yet?"

Crane Langjun's eyes widened suddenly.

Blood light pulsed in the pupils.

"Yesterday I said that it was not the time, and today I said that it was not the time, now the emperor is weak, and the dragon is unstable, if we let it go, the entire Chang'an, no, the entire eastern land, are all in the pocket of my clan! All human beings will feed on our blood! ”

"Xingjun said, the time is not coming."

Like a repeater, the dove continued to repeat Fang Cai's words.

This sentence angered Crane Langjun, he screamed in his mouth and stretched out his sleeves.

The two big sleeves rolled up towards the dove.

If you look closely, where are the sleeves, which are clearly a pair of snow-white wings.

The feathers are as sharp as blades, and in the air, they make a ghostly whistling sound.

The moonlight in the courtyard was cut in half by this sleeve.

The wooden staff in the hand of the dove was beaten.

Boom!

Two wings of snow swept across her, abruptly splitting her body into three.

Crane Langjun struck a blow, and shouted in his mouth: "Bad luck, bad luck!" Too lazy to bother with you old beggar! If the star doesn't allow it, we will take it ourselves. ”

In the scolding, his figure suddenly rose from the ground, and black gas gushed out of the air, rolling his body away.

The shredded corpses on the ground were gone.

In the shadows a dozen paces away, Gu Po slowly raised her head.

Her cloak shattered, revealing an eerie face.

It's like someone cutting a rag doll into pieces and using clumsy techniques to put the pieces together.

Crooked and twisted, terrifying and abnormal.

The dove woman looked up and opened her mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

"I have to repay Xingjun, some of the clansmen...... Can't hold it down. ”

……

On the tenth day of September, auspicious, it is advisable to open the market, bathe, and marry.

Do not break ground.

Chang'an Suzaku Avenue.

A frenzied horse rushed over, attracting sideways glances from pedestrians.

……

Don't fan out the curtain of the painting to cover up the lag of the spring mountain.

If the Taoist group is like a bright moon, it must be put in the osmanthus flowers.

This is a poem written by Dong Xiucai in the Tang Dynasty and replaced by Li Shangyin.

Li Shangyin was a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, and he was still more than 200 years away from his birth.

However, it does not prevent a similar situation from happening at this time.

With the stage and the best man shouting: "The bride comes out." ”

Su Dawei, who was standing under the stage wearing red and hanging colors, his old face was slightly red, but he still looked in one direction and read a nossophora poem: "I don't know what night it is, urge the balcony to approach the mirror platform." Who said that hibiscus is planted in the water, and a branch is opened in the bronze mirror. ”

Accompanied by the laughter of the courtyard, Nie Su, who was wearing a bride's auspicious dress and a red hijab, walked to the high platform surrounded by a group of women.

A couple walked on the red carpet together.

The red carpet was made by Persia and presented by Su Dawei's friend, Hu Shangsi Moore.

Su Dawei and Nie Su walked side by side.

Li Ke, who served as the golden boy, and Yu Chi Baolin's daughter as the jade girl, and a pair of children followed the newcomer on the side of the road, took out the grains from the skin bag on their waists, and sprinkled them towards Su Dawei and Nie Su.

This is to take the meaning of abundant grains.

Around the courtyard, from Su Qingjie, Wei Chi Baolin, Cheng Chuhei, An Wensheng, Gao Dalong, Gao Dahu, Li Bo, Zhou Liang, Nan Jiulang, Kidnapping Ziye and a group of bad people to Gao Chongwen, Li Jinxing, Li Bian, Guo Zhifeng and other generals in the army, they are among the same.

Including Xiao Siye, Li Tao, Li Keshi, etc., although they did not come in person, the gift was also delivered.

In addition, Li Chunfeng came in person, as the woman's parent.

Even Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang in the palace also sent Li Xian and Princess Andingsi, as well as the eunuchs and female officials in the palace to watch the ceremony on behalf of the emperor and queen.

There is no need to list the congratulatory gifts in the palace.

"Cross the brazier!"

With the shout of the master of ceremonies, Nie Suyu raised his feet lightly and stepped over the pot fire, representing the fierce gods and evil gods to hide on both sides.

The master of ceremonies said auspicious words on the side: "Joy descends from the sky to the blessed nest, and the good days are prosperous!" Newcomer across the brazier~"

"Straddle the saddle!"

"The newcomer steps over, keep safe step by step, and the newcomer steps across the saddle~!"

"Cross the rice bag!"

"One sprinkled with gold, two sprinkled with silver, and three sprinkled with newcomers turned around on stage."

"Please ask the bridegroom to come up, and the three arrows will be decided."

"One shot at the sky, one shot from heaven, one shot at the ground, the ground with a pair, three arrows shot the cave room, and the groom picked up the bride."

Countless copper coins, gold and silver, sprinkled from all sides to the high platform.

Zhou Liang, who served as the master of ceremonies, shouted on the side: "Ladies and gentlemen, according to the rules, the bride's hijab is picked up when it arrives in the cave room, so many guests are here today, do you want to see the bride's flowers?" ”

Around the high platform, a dense crowd suddenly shouted: "Think! ”

Among them, the shouts of Li Xian and Princess Andingsi were the loudest.

"Well, please ask the bridegroom to lift his head."

Zhou Liangyun shouted with dantian qi.

A maid from the audience had already come up with a gold plate covered with a red cloth.

The red cloth was uncovered, and there was a weighing stalk in the rice.

It is for the joy of the pole.

Li Chunfeng, who was sitting on the stage, stroked his beard with a look of relief.

Liu Niangzi smiled even more.

Su Dawei was a little embarrassed, but still at Zhou Liang's suggestion, he took the joy rod and gently picked up the hijab.

The hijab was lifted, and the crowd below let out cheers and then a long sigh.

It turned out that under the hijab, there was also a ball of painting fans, covering the face of the bride's son Nie Su.

This is the "gift of the fan".

Even if the hijab is removed, the fan cannot be easily removed.

If you want to remove the fan, you must also chant the groom to fan the poem.