On the seventh day of the eighth month in the third year of Hongwu, the third year of the Ming Dynasty.

In the Ganqing Palace, Lao Zhu looked at Li Shangyi and said to her: "The prince's marriage is a major event, and you can discuss it with the queen."

Li Shangyi discussed with Empress Ma and roughly calculated the expenses that Zhu Biao would need to get married tomorrow. This matter was just finished.

Lao Zhu blurted out: "Tomorrow is just a wedding, why is it spending so much?"

"When you go to Your Majesty, if you follow the etiquette system, the money behind the money will be rewarded, and it is not considered anything else." Li Shangyi said truthfully.

"So much, in recent years, the treasury has only earned millions of taels of silver every year." Lao Zhu said.

In the early years of the founding of the country, the main taxes now depend on physical goods, and grain accounts for a considerable proportion of them. Summer tax, rice, wheat, money, silk and autumn grain are basically physical goods.

Lao Zhu is a good person who can live a life. As a founding emperor, he will definitely save as long as he can. Even the matter of building a tomb is saved.

If this is in accordance with the regulations, the crown prince’s wedding specifications will be more than 100,000 taels.

Li Shangyi said a comforting word, even ordinary people can never escape these expenses even if they get married.

"In this process, the first thing is to go to Nacai and ask for the name. At the beginning of this month, someone asked someone to ask about Miss Chang's name, Nian Geng, and it also matched the eight characters."

"Li Shangyi, continue talking." Queen Ma nodded and said.

The inner court also handled Najib's affairs, and the prince's birth date and horoscope were handed over to the Chang family."

Lao Zhu can understand this clearly. This is called "excessive post" by the people, and it is already considered an engagement. This time is tight, so all the gifts are gone quickly.

For the matter of accepting the sect, I had already sent gifts to the Chang family, and even the ecliptic auspicious day was chosen to hold the ceremony tomorrow.

“Too many.”

"Your Majesty, if you feel that it is costing too much money, tomorrow's banquet will be simple." Li Shangyi sighed a little. He would not spend money these days, so he would not spend money.

Of course, there must be no less rewards tomorrow, and even banquets cannot be held.

"We think this money is a bit too much." Lao Zhu said to Queen Ma.

Queen Ma is also paying attention.

At this moment, Zhu Biao walked in and heard Lao Zhu's words, saying, "Father, mother, son, I think it's best to be simple and not to spend the money."

Weaving bureaus, salt affairs, tea mines, straight road repairs, and silver is needed everywhere, so how can we spend so much because of a wedding?

"Will you feel wronged in this way?" said Queen Ma.

"I don't feel wronged, I think Miss Chang's family will understand," said Zhu Biao.

After understanding these days, Chang Meirong has not been like others, and he is very appropriate in doing things and speaking.

"For the country and the people, marriages should not be so fucked by most of them. My son begs to keep the marriage simple and there is no need to waste it." Zhu Biao looked at Lao Zhu.

"Li Shangyi, just as the prince said, don't spend unnecessary money." Lao Zhu waved to Li Shangyi.

"Abide by the order." After Li Shangyi said that, he arranged according to Lao Zhu's arrangements.

Zhu Biao was the busiest thing next. He wanted to go to the temple to report such an important matter as marrying a wife, so he had to report to his ancestors. In addition, according to etiquette, he also prayed for his ancestors to protect his descendants and grandchildren to grow up.

Then there is the precept of worship, which is actually a kind of salutation to the elders, so it's not bad.

Even if everything is simple, the movement will be very loud. The Ming Weekly Report was published early a few days ago.

From Nacai to Najib, many places need to welcome the wedding convoys have the custom of sending wedding money to make a lively and festive celebration.

This step cannot be omitted, whether in the folk or in the palace. It can even be greeted by the kin.

Each step of these requires the use of a large number of palace maids, eunuchs and some officials. Although they are on duty, the Emperor cannot do it.

This is a matter of duty, but this happy money is absolutely indispensable. If you don’t give it, things can still be done, but they will be greatly discounted.

Those who have not received the reward will be in a bad mood and will not be careless, so Li Shangyi has decided on this step with Empress Ma again.

"This royal family must pay attention to face when they get married. The Chang family is also a Duke of the State. If this wedding banquet is absolutely shabby, it will become a joke for the Ming Dynasty."

Queen Ma nodded: "Li Shangyi, you can't lose the Chang family. You know what Your Majesty and the Prince mean, and it will be done as soon as possible."

"Yes, Empress." Li Shangyi hurriedly left Kunning Palace again.

In addition to the betrothal gifts and wedding clothing, there are nine crowns, nine jades, gold hairpin guides, red tassels, two jade horns. The gui is nine inches and five minutes long.

Welcoming the bride on the eighth day of the eighth month.

Starting from the palace gate, there were gongs and drums along the way, and we went to Chang'an home in a vast way.

This ritual is the most common, mainly the teachings of all parties.

Li Shanchang was designated by Lao Zhu as the main marriage, and he said some polite words and was diligent every day. Chang Yuchun and Mrs. Lan said something about your father's words.

The city was crowded with people, and the people pushed forward, all wanting to see what the princess of the Ming Dynasty looked like.

It can be covered with a big red veil, and the sedan chair is tight and can't even see a single hair.

The palace city is decorated with lights, red posts, gorgeous wedding costumes, and a pair of dragon and phoenix candles are lit up.

Li Shangyi brought people to lay a white cloth handkerchief on the bed, saluted Zhu Biao and Chang Meirong before slowly walking out.

After a busy day, Zhu Biao looked at Chang Meirong, who was sitting there with a veil, and Zhu Biao was in a trance for a moment.

In fact, she is not very beautiful, but she is quite in line with the atmosphere. Yes, she is also beautiful, with the kind of virtuous, quiet, generous and dignified beauty. Such a woman is suitable for a family.

Lao Zhu first took a fancy to this grand and graceful beauty.

Staring at the swaying candlelight, Zhu Biao walked forward lightly, raised the red veil, and threw it on the table aside.

"Your Highness."

Chang raised her head, her red lips were dripping, her face was filled with peach blossoms, and her eyes looked up at Zhu Biao. The crown on her head was very heavy, and it was a little crooked at this moment.

"The etiquette is very complicated." Zhu Biao walked to her side and sat down, and the bed was immediately crushed and fell into a pit.

Seeing that she respected each other like a guest, Zhu Biao was also very polite. He was so polite that he was missing something. Zhu Biao sighed silently in his heart.

As the Prince of Ming Dynasty, this is his future destiny.

Looking at the beating flames of the dragon and phoenix candles, Chang Meirong's hands were tensely tucked together, and all she thought about was a while.

When Zhu Biao sat down, her body immediately tensed and her mind was blank. Even her breathing was so nervous that she could only exhaled and not incoming.

"Don't be nervous." Zhu Biao turned her head and said, "Relax and change your clothes for me."

"Yes, Your Highness." Chang stood up, his hands trembled a little, and he wrapped his hands around Zhu Biao's waist and took off his clothes.

Then she stopped in the air, not knowing what she should do next.

Zhu Biao took a step forward, reached out and pulled out the golden hairpin behind her head, and his hair immediately poured down. Then he picked him up by the waist, took off her bow shoes, and put down the tents on both sides.

The dragon and phoenix candles were burned out, and the candlelight was a little dim. Chang buried his head nervously in Zhu Biao's arms, and did not dare to open his eyes, as if he was about to go to the execution ground...
Chapter completed!