"The auspicious time has come——"

As soon as the salute was fired, the music sounded.

The ceremonial procession to welcome the bride lined up in two rows, standing upright with canopies and wedding plaques. The bride-welcoming envoys from the Ministry of Etiquette recited auspicious words such as "a happy marriage" and then shouted loudly with faces full of joy.

"Please ask the bride to get on the sedan chair!"

As soon as the dowry came out of the post house, there were flower girls in red on both sides, carrying wedding candies and wine, and red envelopes containing auspicious money. As soon as the bride got on the sedan, they distributed them one by one. Along the way, children came from time to time.

If you reach out for candy, the flower girls will give it to you with a smile, and the children will say some auspicious words under the guidance of adults.

The posthouse is outside the East City. After entering the city gate, you walk across the street and bridge for more than ten miles before you reach the Princess's Mansion in the city.

The journey is very long.

Along the way, pedestrians gathered in droves, stopping to watch. Some people even occupied perfect positions on both sides of the road early, just waiting to watch this grand wedding with thousands of red makeup.

Nowadays, we usually pick up brides at dusk. When we pass the Water Gate Bridge, the sky is already a little dark. The rain last night made today's sunny day turn gloomy after only half of the day.

On both sides of the Water Gate Bridge, people were crowding around, laughing one after another. The flower girls kept scattering wedding candies in their bamboo baskets, and from time to time, children shuttled between them to pick up candies and lucky coins.

"The sedan is overturned!"

"The sedan chair bumps, the love lasts forever!"

"Sprinkle some wedding sugar and make a pair of mandarin ducks."

"Hey! Bump up--"

The bearer wearing a red belt raised the sedan high on the Watergate Bridge, causing the onlookers to scream...

Xin Yi sat in the sedan, holding the armrests with both hands, his stomach churning. He was top-heavy, but his eyes were staring at the sedan door without blinking, and his ears were straightened to listen.

"Fire the gun!"

When encountering a bridge, three cannons were fired.

But as soon as the salute started, a string of "cracking" firecrackers exploded.

The sound of firecrackers fell on the crowd, like boiling water exploding in a pot. The crowd screamed and hurriedly got out of the way, and for a moment people fell on their backs.

Some people were yelling, some were scolding, but no one knew who was causing trouble and causing trouble at the wedding of the Prince of Guangling.

Smoke rose thickly.

In the chaos, firecrackers exploded everywhere, and bursts of shouts of death rushed over from both sides of Shui Mun Bridge.

Only then did people realize that a group of masked assassins in black came from nowhere and were heading towards the sedan chair on the bridge to kill.

"Fu Jiuqu, take your life quickly!"

The crowd screamed and fled, jostled and stampeded.

Xin Yi opened her hijab and was about to lift the sedan curtain to look out when a big hand stretched out and pressed directly on her head.

"On the wedding day, the bride must not uncover her head."

Xin Yi was speechless: "Who is he?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Don't be afraid of those who are willing to die."

Today, the Prince of Guangling County is dressed in a vermilion groom's robe, with a gold silk auspicious pattern belt tied around his waist, a gilt ink jade crown in his hair, and a saddle of a sweat-blooded horse at his feet. He is rich and handsome, and looks stunning in all directions.

He was standing in front of the sedan, and Xin Yi could see his tall back through the curtain of the sedan.

"Brother Ninth, be careful."

A silver-sheathed dagger was handed in, and Fu Jiuqu's well-jointed fingers were covered with a green jade ring.

"Take this."

Xin Yi quickly took the dagger, her palm brushed against his warm fingertips, her heart was beating fast, but her heart was very stable...

"As long as you are here, I am not afraid."

Before the voice fell, there was only a whooshing sound, and the arrow flew past the top of the sedan. It was blocked by Fu Jiuqu's sword, and flew straight to the pier of Shuimen Bridge, making a clanging sound.

"kill!"

"Brothers, take the head of Fu Jiuqu and be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold!"

"Kill the Imperial City Eagle Dog!"

"Kill Fu Jiuqu!"

There were shouts of killing and roars one after another.

Xin Yi's heart was beating very fast and he frowned, "I want to help you."

Fu Jiuqu smiled lowly, "If even the bride

If I can’t protect my son, what kind of wife can I, Fu Jiuqu, marry?”

Stab!

when……

The swords collided, making a fierce cry.

The sound of people, horses, firecrackers, and fighting was very intense. Xin Yi's sedan chair was swinging back and forth, but nothing could be seen...

There seemed to be more and more people attacking, and the sound of fighting became more and more fierce. Xin Yi could not see the lights of swords outside, but only felt that the sedan was suddenly hit hard, as if it had been hit by something.

Immediately afterwards, the sedan curtain opened, and before she could react, Fu Jiuqu's long arms had already pulled her into his arms. He lifted her onto the horse with a strong lift, and covered her head with a big red wedding handkerchief.

Hold the person in your arms.

"Sit tight!"

Xinyi's world is only red.

She hugged Fu Jiuqu's waist tightly with both hands, and listened to the fierce fight where swords and guns collided, and her heart rose in her throat.

"Brother Ninth." She quietly held the dagger tightly, "Are you coming for us?"

Fu Jiuqu chuckled, "What else?"

Xin Yi: "Tune the tiger away from the mountain?"

Fu Jiuqu heard her low and urgent voice, paused briefly, and smiled slowly.

"Don't worry, it won't affect the bridal chamber."

Xin Yi: "..."

When had this happened, he was actually thinking of the bridal chamber?

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Xiangluan Pavilion.

The lights reflected Zhou Yiliu's pale face.

The sharp pain came one after another, starting from the time she took Wenpo's decoction at noon.

But she did not send anyone to inform Zhao Zhen that today was the wedding of the Prince of Guangling County. Zhao Zhen would bring Empress Cao to the eldest princess's mansion to have her nephew's wedding banquet. Zhou Yiliu did not receive an invitation and was not qualified to attend the feast -

—

It was the wedding banquet of the man she loved most.

But she doesn't care anymore.

What she wants to complete today is the transformation of her destiny.

One day, no one can belittle her anymore...

"It hurts... Wen Po... my stomach... hurts so much..."

Zhou Yiliu lay on the bed, holding his stomach and whining constantly.

She did not give birth normally, because after taking the decoction to induce labor, it would be more pungent than others. Po Wen comforted her for a few words, and then took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat. Maybe she had read too much, and she was more interested in Zhou Yiliu's

In pain, Po Wen couldn't see any sympathy on her face.

"It hurts...how long will it last..."

"It's coming, it's coming." Po Wen was also a little impatient, "Ma'am, if you try harder, please try harder!"

Wen Po held her shoulders, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.

"You can't do this, you have to use force, force quickly!"

"I can see the head. Madam, please push harder, I can see the head!"

Zhou Yiliu's forehead was dripping with sweat, his eyes were looking at the ceiling of the tent distractedly, and his lips were trembling like a whisper...

"Little prince...my little prince is coming..."

"Harder! Harder, you!"

"Little prince...little prince...come to mother...",

"Ouch, you are so powerful——"
To be continued...