Ye Shuhua learned about what happened along the way from Zi Shi and was worried. Due to the rules, he could not come to see her, so he sent Ouyang to accompany her every day.,

Song Ruoxi has always been at ease with the situation. He did not let him go out of Fengyiyuan, so he would not go out. He read books in Suyuan Pavilion, copied scriptures, embroidered flowers, played the flute, and played the guzheng. He heard Ouyang talk about the interesting stories of Ye Shuhua when he was a child and some etiquette rules of climbing Yingcheng. He lived a leisurely life like in the Song family mansion. Sometimes in a trance, he would feel that even if she got married, she might still live like this.

The marriage was handled by Mr. Xie, Zhang Shaoqing and two etiquette officials from Dengying City. Shangguan Moxun and Tuo Yan were both useless. One was playing around in the city and outside the city, picking beautiful scenery into paintings; the other was drunk in the fireworks and willow alleys, and choosing beautiful women into their arms.

It was October 28th in a blink of an eye, and it happened to the Little Snow solar term. Snowflakes floated up in the sky, and they were all flying. The cold weather could not stop the enthusiasm of the city people. They were covered with red colors everywhere. The marriage of the young city lord is a heritage and a hope for climbing Yingcheng. The nineteen states celebrate together.

The auspicious time for marriage is at the beginning of the You hour, but early in the morning, Song Ruoxi was awakened by the silkworm. After breakfast, soaked in a wooden barrel full of petals. The heat rising up, after bathing, he put on a brand new bright red bellyband and red middle clothes embroidered with lotus and lotus.

Mrs. Liu led a white-haired old woman in, "Princess, this is Mrs. Hui."

Song Ruoxi didn't know who this Mrs. Hui was, but knew that she came in at this time to act as Mrs. Quanfu to pick up her hair and cleanse her face. She chuckled and said, "Mrs. Hui is here."

"Princess, you have to be polite." Mrs. Hui smiled.

Mrs. Hui is a veteran but adept at hand. She has a complicated bun for Song Ruoxi, "A loving couple, unity."

After pulling her hair, Mrs. Hui cleans her face and puts makeup on her. After she finished her makeup, Song Ruoxi put on a lucky dress with a red embroidered golden phoenix, put on a golden phoenix sun crown, sat upright on the bed, her whole body was stiff, and getting married requires physical strength and endurance!

The sky gradually darkened and the snow had stopped.

"Girl, the firecrackers are sounding, and the son-in-law is here." Hongxiao said with a smile.

Song Ruoxi heard the joy faintly from the sound of firecrackers, and pulled the corner of his mouth, but did not dare to laugh, for fear that the powder on his face would fall.

Mrs. Hui covered Song Ruoxi with a big red veil with auspicious dragon and phoenixes, blocking her vision and blocking outsiders' vision of peeping at her true face.

"The groom is here!" the hostess outside shouted.

Song Ruoxi's heart was inexplicably tightened and he clenched his fists.

Soon Ye Shuhua came in, wearing a big red wedding robe and a purple tasseled hat, and stood in front of Song Ruoxi.

"The groom gave a great gift to the bride, be kind and love, and be happy and auspicious!" said the hieroglyph.

Song Ruoxi was filled with mixed feelings. In this time and space, a woman could only receive a man's gift this time in her life.

Ye Shuhua respectfully gave a big gift and asked about the words of marriage for hundreds of years, "I carry a sedan chair to greet you, and ask if you are willing to follow me?"

Song Ruoxi took a deep breath, handed him his hand, and said, "You are here to welcome him with sincerity. I wish to enter your door and follow you."

Ye Shuhua held her hand tightly, and her heart instantly came to fruition. She smiled and said, "Please, Madam!"

"Please, please!" Song Ruoxi said softly.

The two went out hand in hand, and Ye Shuhua carefully helped Song Ruoxi into the sedan chair.

"The newcomer got up!" With a clear voice, the big red sedan slowly lifted up.

When he arrived outside Fengyi Courtyard, Ye Shuhua turned over and his horse.

Shangguan Moxun and other people who were sending off their brides acted as their family members at this time, and brought the sedan chair to the intersection in front. Looking at the crowd away, Shangguan Moxun showed a faint smile on his lips. When she got married, he should leave. From now on, the mountains and rivers are wide and everyone is well.

The long street was brightly lit, as if it was daylight, bright red and lively. The sedan chair was carried in from the Wushen Gate in Dengying City and outside the main gate of Dongyuan.

The girl whispered outside: "The newcomer is up!"

The sedan chair leaned forward, the door of the sedan chair was opened, and one hand reached over. Song Ruoxi reached out and held it tightly with both hands. Song Ruoxi was taken out of the sedan chair by him. The crowd outside spoke congratulations, and the sound of drums and music was played loudly.

"The newcomer stepped on the brazier." said Xiniang.

Song Ruoxi walked past the brazier placed at the door and walked a long journey with Ye Shuhua before reaching the Yuanhe Hall in Dongyuan.

"Newcomers' worship, worship the world!" Ye Shuhua led Song Ruoxi and turned around and knelt on the red brocade mat, kowtowed to pay homage to the cold night outside the door.

"Hiss." Song Ruoxi exclaimed softly, and something sharp pierced through her skirt and stabbed her left leg.

Ye Shuhua heard her whisper and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Ruoxi couldn't say much in front of the many guests in the wedding hall.

"Please go to the hall!" Song Ruoxi turned around with Ye Shuhua, and the foot was still soft. Although the lights in the hall were bright, they still couldn't see clearly whether there was anything above it. He knelt down on his right leg, but he didn't dare to kneel down with his left leg. But when the skirt moved, he felt a tingling sensation. He confirmed that the thing was not on the cushion, but attached to the skirt. When he got up, he pulled the hem of the skirt.

"Good each other!" Xi Po helped Song Ruoxi sideways and owed her to the person opposite her.

"The courtesy is completed, sent to the bridal chamber!"

After paying the ceremony and entering the bridal chamber, Ye Shuhua took Song Ruoxi's hand again. He walked into the Shuyuyuan in the East Garden along the corridor full of red lanterns. After entering the room, Xi Jinping helped Song Ruoxi sit down on the bed. There were many people in the room, but compared to the lively outside, it was much quieter.

"Please take off the veil and be satisfied from now on!" Xi Niang handed the Xi Scale to Ye Shuhua's hands.

Ye Shuhua used a joy scale to lift the veil. The light was dazzling. Song Ruoxi narrowed his slightest and opened it again. He saw the man in front of him clearly. He was wearing luxurious and auspicious clothes, but he did not harm his elegant and elegant posture.

Xi Po stepped forward and took off the Baifeng Chaoyang crown for Song Ruoxi, and took a strand of hair from her bun. Hongswept handed Xi Po a pair of scissors wrapped in red ropes. Xi Po cut off a strand, cut off a strand of Ye Shuhua's hair, tied it together with red silk thread, and smiled and said, "Hair-bringing couples, they will grow old until they grow old."

The silkworm put his hair into a mahogany box with gold-cutting flowers.

After getting married, drinking Heyan wine, Xiniang and others received red envelopes from Ye Shuhua, and happily led all the people in the room out. There is no custom of making wedding chambers in Dengying City, and the bride and groom can live in a beautiful bridal chamber. Only when the marriage recognition banquet is celebrated in five days later will the groom be drunk by relatives and friends at home.

Song Ruoxi's left leg was a little numb. As soon as the door was closed, he immediately untied his clothes and undressed his skirt.

"Junior brother." Ye Shuhua was shocked by Song Ruoxi's bold behavior, blushed and stammered.

Song Ruoxi ignored him, took off his skirt, pulled up his trouser legs, looked down and saw a needle hole on the knee of his left leg. The needle hole was not big, but there was a piece of blue and purple around the needle hole, which seemed to be poisoned.

Ye Shuhua remembered her soft cry in the hall, and hurriedly squatted down to take a closer look. Her face changed slightly. She picked her up and put her back on the bed, "Junior brother, bear it, I want to bleed for you and squeeze out the poison."

Song Ruoxi pursed the corners of her lips. Who would have hurt her on the happy day of her wedding?

Ye Shuhua hurriedly pulled out a knife, porcelain bottle, and porcelain box from the drawer, and poured out a pill from the white porcelain bottle, "This is the antidote pill provided by the master."

Song Ruoxi opened his mouth and put the pills into his mouth.

Ye Shuhua squatted in front of her, lifted her legs up, and used a knife to cut a cross at the needle's eye. The blood flowed out, black. After squeezed for a while, the blood turned bright red. He unscrewed the porcelain box and used his fingers to dig out some ointment to apply it to the wound.

Song Ruoxi felt the wound cool and his legs felt ache. He knew that the poison should have been relieved, so he leaned against the head of the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Go and see what's in the skirt, be careful not to get pierced."

Ye Shuhua looked through the thousand-pleated skirt under the lamp. The skirt was full of skirts and densely pleated skirts. After looking through them bit by bit, he finally found a long needle cleverly fixed with silk thread in the pleats. The length of the needle was just enough to pierce the thin cotton petticoat that was not too thick.

Seeing the long needle, Ye Shuhua's hand tightly clenched and loosened, loosen and clenched, repeated several times, and stood up and said, "Junior brother, I'll ask the wet nurse and the others to come in and wait for you to wash, I'll come when I go."

"It's best to find it, but if you can't find it, forget it." On the day of the big happy day, there were so many people and troubles. Song Ruoxi had no confidence in finding out the person behind the scenes, but he just didn't check it, and he was unwilling to accept it.

"Wait for me to come back." Ye Shuhua picked up her skirt, walked to the outdoor room, opened the door, "People are coming."

"Little Master." Ouyang, Canniang and others who were waiting in the side room responded.

"Woman, mom, please take good care of the young lady. No outsiders are allowed to come in and disturb me. I will go to see my father and come back later." Ye Shuhua walked out of Shuyuyuan with a thousand-pleated skirt.

Ouyang and the silkworm girl looked at each other. What happened? They hurried into the room to serve them.

Ye Shuhua walked outside the door of the Zaoyuan where the banquet was held. He frowned when he heard the laughter inside. He did not go directly to find Ye Fan. Instead, the servant called Dezhang, the headmaster of the East Garden. "You go in and tell the city lord, and just say I have something to come to him and ask him to come to Hanjing Hall."

After saying that, Ye Shuhua turned around and left.

Dezhang looked at his back in a daze. Shouldn’t the young city lord be intimate with the young lady at this time? What should I do when I came to Zaoyuan to find the city lord? There was also the young city lord holding a thousand-pleated skirt in his hand. Only the young lady can wear a thousand-pleated skirt today. Did something happen? When I thought of something happening, I was shocked and hurried into the garden to find Yefan, and came to his ear and muttered a few words.

Ye Fan was not in a hurry to get up, and had a few jokes with the people next to him, then got up and left the Zaoyuan Gate and slowly headed towards Hanjing Hall, no matter how anxious his son was in the room.

Hanjing Hall is where Ye Shuhua recites and meditates. Ye Fan hates it very much. However, Ye Shuhua converts to Buddhism. If he doesn't let him set up a quiet room and meditation room, he will go to Tanzhe Temple outside the city. He has no choice but to go with him. But as soon as he enters the courtyard and smells the incense, he still can't help but frown and deliberately makes his steps heavy.

"Father." Ye Shuhua heard the sound and walked out of the house.

"What's the big deal? I have to come to see my father today, so I can't wait for tomorrow?" Ye Fan asked.

Ye Shuhua welcomed him in and pointed to the thousand-pleated skirt that spread out on the table, "Father, this is the thousand-pleated skirt that my junior brother wore today, with a long needle with poison hidden inside."

Ye Fan glanced at the long needle and sat down on the chair, "You came to me to tell me about this?"

"Father, someone is vicious and wants to kill the child's wife." Ye Shuhua thought that Song Ruoxi might be killed, and his heart felt like he was gnawed by insects.

Ye Fan snorted coldly and said, "Since you have put your weakness in the clear place, you can't blame others for taking action against her."

"What does my father mean? Is it reasonable for them to harm others?" Ye Shuhua asked angrily.

"Be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. This time, it was just a poisonous needle that caused her to suffer a little injury, but the next time, I don't know if she will have such good luck. Maybe blood will splatter on the spot. If you don't want to lose her, you should do something useful instead of complaining to your father, your woman, your own protection." Ye Fan said coldly and ruthlessly.

"If she suffers misfortune, I will not live alone." Ye Shuhua said resolutely.

Ye Fan was shocked by Ye Shuhua's affection. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes flashed with a flash of light and said, "It's easy for you to die with her, but would she want to be killed like this when she is young?"

A trace of resentment appeared between Ye Shuhua's eyebrows, "I will not let her die. I will protect my woman. If I ask me to find out who did it, I will never let it go."

"You go and check, find out who did it, and you will be allowed to kill, cut, and release it." Ye Fan said, and stood up and left.

Ye Shuhua stared at the long needle on Qian Pleated Skirt, his face was depressed. Where should he start to investigate this matter?

"Zhongting, am I too heartless and forced him too hard?" Ye Fan looked up at the dark night sky and asked in a deep voice.

"The city lord does this for the sake of the young city lord."

"Dengyingcheng does not need a rude city lord. He is my only legitimate son. Dengyingcheng is his responsibility. Since that Princess Yuxian is his weakness, let him become a hero for this weakness." Ye Fan's eyes flashed. He knew clearly that what he raised was a dog and a wolf was killed, but he only had such a legitimate son. If something happened, the legitimate lineage of Dengyingcheng would be broken. A hundred years later, he would go to see the ancestors of the Ye family. "You will transfer the people from Feiyan Camp tomorrow to protect the young lady, and don't let her have any accidents."

"My subordinates receive the order." Zhongting responded solemnly.

Ye Fan was not in the mood to go back to Zaoyuan, left Dongyuan, and drove back to Danningju in Zhongyuan in a car.

Ye Shuhua sat in Hanjing Hall for a while. Thinking that he was newly married these days and wanted to be with Song Ruoxi, he ordered the secret guard to find Qin Ming, the leader of the Feihunting Camp, and told him the matter. He said in a deep voice: "Give you half a month to find out this matter."

"Yes." Qin Ming said.
Chapter completed!