The day is short in winter. The soldiers return to the camp and Wei Shao enters the city. It is already dark.

There were fire sticks in front of the gate of the mansion. He was wearing a heavy armor with ice. He stepped on the creaking snow on the soles of his feet. When he was stroking up the steps, he had just arrived at the city gate to welcome him back. At this moment, Wei Liang, who was walking with him, suddenly remembered, hurriedly chased after him, possessed himself and whispered: "Lord, Miss Qiao has arrived! It has been more than half a month since he was in Yuyang House."

"According to Zhong Mama, Qiao Nu is quiet and often stays in the door during the day. She often climbs the Sandal Tower and stays for a while at dusk. She realizes that there is nothing unusual, so she has not stopped it."

After he said the previous words, he added this sentence.

Wei Shao just muttered lightly, and without stopping, he stepped across the threshold and walked towards the Sheyang House where he usually lives.

Wei Liang watched his back, and when he saw him walking out a few steps, he suddenly stopped again, turned his head and looked at the direction of Yuyangshe behind him.

Standing here through the heavy door, you can't see there, you can only see the huge black shadow rising from the tower near you. In the night, it looks like a giant beast crouching on the ground, which may rush up at any time.

"Tell my mother to prepare and the wedding will be tomorrow."

He withdrew his gaze and suddenly said.

"Tomorrow?" Wei Liang was stunned.

"I'm afraid I'm not prepared enough..."

"It's all simple."

Wei Shao turned around and continued to move forward without stopping.

Wei Liang watched his back, hesitated for a while, turned around and hurried to discuss with Mama Zhong.

...

After half a month of getting along with those two servants with tight mouths, they gradually became familiar with Chunniang, and Chunniang could have some words from them.

According to the servant, Zhong Ma was a person next to Wei Shao's grandmother, Mrs. Xu. It was not long after she arrived in Xindu. The purpose was to prepare for the wedding of Wei Shao and Xiao Qiao. The reason why Wei Shao was not in the city some time ago was because another war broke out in Boling and now he has won and returned.

Nowadays, troubled times are coming, and local warlords are all the bigots. Except for a few exceptions like the former Jizhou Mu Gaotang who took the initiative to jump out and make targets to attack without getting enough strength, all the princes, such as Wei Shao, are still ministers of the Han Dynasty on the surface and must obey the emperor. As for the confrontation between them, it is entirely the final decision of who is strong and the court has long been unable to restrain them.

Xiao Qiao was not very interested in what Wei Shao did. After coming here for half a month, he finally showed up. What she cares most about now is what will happen next.

Normally, according to the previous agreement between the two companies, it should be the last, and it is a substantial step: the wedding.

"The lady is at ease. As soon as the Marquis of Wei returns, the matter will be ready. I will go to find Mom Zhong tomorrow and ask her when the wedding date will be."

When Chunniang saw Xiao Qiao as if she was stunned, she thought she was anxious, so she comforted her softly.

"The lady opens the door!"

Just then, the voice of a servant from the Wei family came from the door.

Chunniang shook Xiao Qiao's hand and went over to open the door, but unexpectedly saw that Zhong Yi, who had not shown her face for a while, was coming.

After Zhong Ma came in, she bowed to Xiao Qiao, stood up and said, "Your Majesty has returned, and the wedding date will be tomorrow. The maid comes here to let the girl know." After that, she owed her body, turned around and left.

...

Wei Shao just came back, but now the notice came down. The wedding will be held tomorrow!

This is too fast!

Xiao Qiao still couldn't react for a moment. When she was stunned, Chunniang and the maid on the side immediately became happy and came to kneel down to her in turn to congratulate her.

Xiao Qiao understood their thoughts.

Everyone has arrived here, and what they are waiting for is a marriage ceremony. Only with the ceremony can she truly become the wife of the Wei family and Wei Shao's wife. Without this step, even if there are many complicated etiquettes in front of her, her identity will never go up or down, and she can only be so embarrassed.

So when they heard the news, they were all relieved.

Xiao Qiao smiled and accepted their congratulations one by one, but her heart was hard to describe.

The wedding is imminent and there is no change. Once you formally get married, it means that from now on, your destiny will be tied to this man named Wei Shao.

Will he treat himself in the way he treats Da Qiao as she knows in her previous life?

If so, how should she deal with it?

This question has been tossing and turning since she left Yanzhou on the first day and started on the road. But until now, there is still no answer.

...

Chunniang's joy did not last long. Because she soon realized that this wedding was not as thoughtful and grand as she expected that the daughter of the envoy should be worthy of.

Just think about it, but what can I prepare for just one night?

Chunniang resisted the bitterness in her heart and did not dare to express it in front of Xiao Qiao, for fear of making her sad. While serving her in the bath, she said with a smile that the wedding will be held in Shaoyang Hall and there will be many guests to watch the ceremony. The most important thing is that Marquis Wei is young and handsome, brave and decisive. In the city, she only glanced at him from a distance and loved him in countless girls, but she found out that there seemed to be no favored concubine around him.

"The lady is so beautiful, how can Wei Hou not like it?"

Chunniang used rich ointment to rub her soft skin over and over again, her eyes falling on her beautiful figure, and her tone was filled with praise and encouragement.

Under the service of Chunniang and the maid, Xiao Qiao repeated the procedure before leaving home that day again.

Going out of the bath, dressing, combing your hair, and dressing up. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the bride with green hair like clouds and bright flowers in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little strange.

...

In the Zhou Li, "marriage" is originally "dream".

At dusk, the west slanting, the silenced platform in Xin Palace, which had been silent for a long time, lights lit up one after another. Against the backdrop of the night, from a distance, it looked like a pagoda with bright lights, which was even more majestic.

The people in the city looked up and rushed to send a message: Junhou’s wedding is just tonight.

Red lanterns also rose on the corridor of Shaoyang Hall. The lobby was as bright as daylight. On the large tables of black and gold painted black tables in the middle, millet, squash, slag, scrub (meat dishes), sausage, sausage, and sausage for weddings were neatly dressed and sat on the low couch laid behind the tables in order. While they were whispering to the people beside them, they were waiting for the auspicious time to arrive.

Most of these people were the retainers of the tribe who followed Wei Shao here, as well as local officials from Xindu. They had just learned about the wedding during the day. Although some of them had known that Wei Shao was going to marry Qiao Nu in Yanzhou, it was still surprising that the wedding came so quickly. After all, at this time last night, Wei Shao had just escaped from the war in Boling.

Most of the people here have heard of the old stories about the Qiao family and the Wei family in Yanzhou. This is why the marriage between Wei Shao and Qiao Nu ten years later is even more confusing. I was even more curious about that Qiao Nu and were waiting for her to appear for a moment.

The auspicious time has come, and Xiao Qiao enters the auditorium.

When she held her hands flat on her belly, relaxed her sleeves and appeared in front of the guests, the auditorium, which was originally a slight buzzing sound, suddenly became quiet. Many eyes shot over and fell on her, both of which were scrutinized, some were amazed, and some were unpredictable.

Xiao Qiao didn't feel nervous. She lowered her eyelids slightly, and her eyes quietly landed on the ground in front of her feet. With the slightest sound of praise from the ritual officials in her ears, she was led by two companions under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, and walked forward slowly. Finally, she walked to the front of the few desks in the hall. When it was a few feet away, she stopped.

A man stood opposite her.

She clearly felt two gazes from the other party - unlike those gazes she could completely ignore, the person's gaze was directly looking at her, without any hesitation, with a kind of oppressive force that she could not describe.

The skin under her heavy clothes seemed to sense this pressure. The pores around her body slowly relaxed, and the hair seemed to stand quietly one by one.

She slowly raised her eyes and met the man opposite her gaze.

...

Compared to his status and fame, Wei Shao was quite young; but compared to himself, he was indeed a completely adult man, with broad shoulders and straight back. When the two stood opposite each other, she became more petite by him, so she had to raise her head slightly to meet the gaze he looked at.

As Chunniang described, he was a very handsome man, wearing the crown garment of the nine-chapter princes of Longshan, the black clothes and the red clothes, and the majesty that came from the face. Amid the praise of the ritual official, he looked straight at Xiao Qiao, who was only one arm away from him, without blinking, his eyes dark, as dark as the darkness in the deepest part of the night.

Xiao Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly and lowered her eyes again.

After the ceremony officials finished singing praises, someone held a red scarf, put one end into Xiao Qiao's hand and the other end into Wei Shao's hand. The two of them held the red scarf together. Before the few tables, the red scarf was taken away. The two sat opposite each other on both sides of the table. Under the guidance of the ceremony officials, they performed fertile rituals, ceremonies in turn, and ceremonies in the same order.

After a long and complicated list of prequel gifts, the final expression of the two men becoming a couple.

The two of them cut a strand of hair from each other and tied them together. At this time, the people around him smiled happily and congratulated him endlessly. The man opposite was straight and his body was still motionless, but Xiao Qiao saw that the beautiful lines on the side of his lips curled slightly as if he could not detect it.
Chapter completed!