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After Song Yan prepared the betrothal gifts, she hurried to Liumu Village to invite Qian the matchmaker.

Matchmaker Qian was plump and plump. She cast her small but extremely shrewd eyes over Song Yan and said with a smile on her face, "I wonder which girl the young man has taken a fancy to?"

Song Yan said: "Xiaoli Village, Shu Family."

Matchmaker Qian is a famous matchmaker in the area within a ten-mile radius, and she knows the situation in every village very well.

When she heard "Xiao Li Village, Shu Family", the smile on her face froze instantly. How could it be the evil star of the Shu family?

Matchmaker Qian advised cryptically: "Although the girl from the Shu family is beautiful, she has a violent temper and is not a good match. Young man, you have to think it through."

Song Yan insisted, "Please trouble Matchmaker Qian to make this trip."

Seeing Song Yan was so persistent, Matchmaker Qian could not persuade her anymore and could only sigh: "Forget it, since you have made up your mind, I will go with you to the Shu family. But I have to say this in advance. If you are rejected by the Shu family, don't blame me."

"Of course, of course." Song Yan said with a smile.

In the first year of Ruikang, on February 22, it is a good day for marriage, sacrifice and prayer.

Song Yan brought the betrothal gift, a pair of big geese. Since wild geese were unavailable, she used geese instead.

It was only after Qian the matchmaker reminded her the day before that Song Yan hurriedly bought a gander from the village and caught the other one from home.

After raising it for half a year, it finally came in handy.

After noon that day, he, Aunt Niu and Matchmaker Qian walked towards the Shu family in Xiaoli Village.

It was a bright spring day with a gentle breeze. The trees on the roadside were sprouting tender green buds and birds were happily jumping and playing on the branches, chirping.

Matchmaker Qian started to make up a story: "Look at this magpie. It's so lively today. It must be a good omen. This young man and the girl from the Shu family may be destined to be together."

Aunt Niu also smiled and nodded in agreement: "That's right, Xiao Song is handsome and ambitious, and he is a perfect match for Miss Shu. I think this marriage will definitely be successful."

Song Yan felt so embarrassed that her scalp tingled when she heard Aunt Niu and Matchmaker Qian praising each other.

If Aunt Niu knew that Shu Changyu was a man, she would be shocked.

Before reaching Xiaoli Village, we suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from far away.

Matchmaker Qian muttered, "Whose wedding is this?"

Song Yan and Aunt Niu also looked curiously in the direction where the sound came from.

The sounds of gongs and drums became clearer and clearer, and soon a lively wedding procession appeared before them.

The people in the procession were in high spirits, carrying gorgeous sedan chairs and playing cheerful music.

However, Song Yan had a bad feeling. He looked carefully and saw a familiar figure in the wedding procession.

Isn’t that Huang Feiyun?

Gan!

Huang Feiyun actually used this trick to force a kiss.

The wedding procession entered Xiaoli Village with music and dance all the way.

"Aunt, come with me." Song Yan hurriedly took a shortcut, determined not to let Huang Feiyun get ahead of him.

Although Aunt Niu didn't understand why, she still followed Song Yan closely. Matchmaker Qian also followed quickly, full of doubts but not daring to delay.

They took a shortcut and soon arrived near the Shu family.

Song Yan stopped and listened attentively to the movement of the wedding procession. When she was sure that they had not arrived yet, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Aunt Niu couldn't help asking, "Xiao Song, what's going on? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Aunt, I will explain to you later." Song Yan brought Aunt Niu and Matchmaker Qian to the door of the Shu family quickly.

Mrs. Wu came back from the field with a basket of vegetables. She saw Song Yan carrying a pair of big geese. She also saw Aunt Niu and Matchmaker Qian carrying cloth and four treasures of the study. She immediately guessed his purpose.

"Come in quickly." Mrs. Wu couldn't help but look happy and quickly led them into the yard.

"Dad, Mom, Xiao Song is here!" After she shouted into the house, Shu's parents quickly walked out of the house.

When they saw Song Yan and the betrothal gift he brought, they showed surprise on their faces.

"This...Xiao Song, what are you doing?" Shu's father asked in confusion.

Song Yan quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Uncle and aunt, I have been attracted to Changyu for a long time. Today I come here to ask for Changyu's hand in marriage. I hope you will agree to my request."

The Shu couple looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Aunt Niu smiled as she handed over the cloth and other things, saying, "This little Song is really thoughtful. He has been preparing for Changyu for a long time."

Matchmaker Qian also echoed, "Yes, Brother Shu and Sister-in-law, this Xiao Song is handsome and ambitious, and he is sincere to your daughter. This kind of marriage is hard to find even with a lantern."

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums rang out again, getting closer and closer.

Song Yan said quickly, "That guy Huang Feiyun is here again."

Hearing this, Shu's mother couldn't help rubbing her forehead and said helplessly: "It really never ends."

If I had known earlier that day, I would have let An Shi kill him, and there wouldn’t be so much trouble now.

At this time, Shu Changsheng was plowing the fields. Hearing the sound of gongs and drums, he turned around and saw that it was Huang Feiyun again.

He immediately dropped his hoe, turned around and ran towards the wooden cabin in the woods.

In the wooden house, Shu Changyu sat lazily at the table, listening to Anwu's report.

"I just received news from An San that Emperor Kang Rui intends to send more troops to the border."

Since the beginning of winter last year, the Hu people in the north have frequently harassed the border, burning, killing and looting, and the people have suffered terribly.

Now Emperor Kangrui intends to increase troops on the border, probably to resist the invasion of the Hu people.

But he forgot that there was a bigger threat to the south.

King Chen.

Prince Chen has his own army and is ambitious, always eyeing the throne. Emperor Kangrui is so focused on resisting the Hu people that he ignores the potential threat of Prince Chen.

Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping his fingers on the table. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "Pay close attention to the movements in the south. If there is any abnormality, report it immediately."

"Yes, master." An Wu took the order and retreated.

Shu Changyu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, but found that the tea had already gone cold. He made a "tsk" sound and put the cup down.

Seeing that the sun outside was shining in front of the door, Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows and looked impatient.

In the past, Song Yan would have come to look for him long ago, but today there was no sign of him.

"Changyu!" Shu Changsheng ran into the wooden house panting, "Huang Feiyun is here with the wedding procession again, get rid of him quickly."

Shu Changyu sneered, "Looking for death."

At this time, the wedding procession was marching towards the Shu family with music and drums. The sound of the drums and music was deafening, but it was particularly harsh.

The villagers all came over to watch the fun.

The group arrived outside the yard, only to find the gate closed.

Huang Feiyun waved his hand and was about to order his men to start breaking down the door.

But a white figure was seen walking slowly towards them, his white clothes were whiter than snow, his long hair was as black as ink, just like the time when Huang Feiyun first met him, it was warm spring, and the breeze was blowing gently, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Huang Feiyun stared at Shu Changyu in a daze, with an indescribable complex emotion surging in his heart, including surprise, unwillingness, and a hint of hatred.

He hated Shu Changyu for ruining his life.

"Shu Changyu, you finally showed up, Prince Yong..." Before he could finish his words, there was a "clang" sound and the soft sword was unsheathed.

A cold light flashed, and the tip of the sword pierced Huang Feiyun's throat, but it was only an inch away from his skin.

With a creak, the gate of the yard opened and Song Yan looked outside.

"Shu Changyu?"