The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

A Zheng waited for three years, and her uncle and aunt worried about this matter for three years.

Less than three days after Chai Shuo returned to Beijing, Liang Chongyue received the invitation to A Zheng's wedding, which was also within expectations.

"We'll get married before the Lunar New Year. I've already made an agreement with Chai Shuo that he'll have to go to North China after the Lunar New Year, and it'll take at least half a year for him to come back.

Don't come to me and cry about not wanting to leave when the time comes."

After reading the memorial, Liang Chongyue took out two blank imperial edicts from the cabinet.

Liang Chongyue quickly finished writing the imperial edict commending Hu Jing. Hu Jing was already the Minister of Works. He was extremely brave during the severe drought in North China, but he could not be promoted at the moment. She had not yet found anyone who could replace him.

In addition to gold, silver and jewelry, Liang Chongyue simply gave this reward to Hu Jing's wife, who was well-known, and gave her an imperial edict according to Hu Jing's official position.

The other letter was an imperial edict for promotion to Chai Shuo. After all, he was going to marry into the Yongle Princess's mansion and couldn't remain a small official of the sixth rank. It would be embarrassing for A Zheng to tell others about it.

Thinking of this, Liang Chongyue promoted the official position he had originally been assigned to, and finally gave him the position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, a third-rank official position. At his current age, looking at the entire Daxia over the past few hundred years, the last person who was promoted so quickly was Li Yu'an.

Even Chai Shuo's promotion speed is not as fast as Li Yu'an's, but it is still shocking enough.

Liang Chongyue finished writing and waited for the imperial edict to be completed, then gave both imperial edicts to Ping An.

"I will pass it on right away."

Ping An left with the imperial edict, and Liang Chongyue supported his head and looked at A Zheng.

Good things are about to happen, and the girl's face is full of uncontrollable joy. Her cheeks are slightly red, and she looks like she is drunk.

"Cousin, I have something to ask of you."

Liang Chongyue has gotten used to it.

"As I said, we're getting married in a few days. You're not at home trying on wedding dresses, but you have the leisure to stand here with me. You must be plotting something against me."

Liang Chongyue folded his hands on the table, supported his head, raised his brows slightly, and waited.

"Chai Shuo is going to North China after the New Year, and I want to go with him."

Hearing this, Liang Chongyue didn't think there was anything wrong.

"I have no objection. It's understandable that you two, newlyweds, can't bear to be apart. Minglang has Fei He to deal with his martial arts training, but you have to deal with your uncle and aunt."

However, Liang Chongyue felt that his uncle and aunt might not refuse. A Zheng was taken care of by his aunt at the border. His aunt was a noble lady from a wealthy family, and she had been staying at the border with his uncle for five years.

It hasn't been easy for A Zheng and Chai Shuo along the way, so I think it's understandable.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, go back first. I won't be able to go to your wedding, so I've prepared all the gifts for you. One of them is specially prepared by Xiaogou, so please keep it well when you get back."

The puppy who was clicked by the host covered his face with his paws a little embarrassedly, but he still couldn't help wanting to see A Zheng's reaction, so he secretly showed one eye to look at A Zheng.

That clumsy look is kind of cute.

"Really? The puppy is so nice, come and give me a hug."

A Zheng squatted down and held the puppy in her arms. The furry little ball felt surprisingly good in her arms.

On the day of A Zheng's wedding, the snow that had fallen for seven days stopped. Liang Chongyue stood under the corridor of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity and looked at the sun that had not been seen for a long time. It seemed that the Imperial Observatory was not a freeloader, at least today was a good day.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager and His Royal Highness Prince Bao have already arrived at the Duke's Mansion. There are 140 secret guards stationed in the Duke's Mansion, and they will definitely protect the safety of the Empress Dowager and His Royal Highness."

"Okay, go and do your own things. I'll be alone for a while."

After Ping'an and Yunling left, Liang Chongyue stood in the corridor and looked at the snow piled up in the corner. The wind was much weaker today. He hoped that Azheng's love would be as clear and calm as today.

Drop drop drop.

The sound of the system requesting a connection was heard. After Liang Chongyue answered the call, she saw the festive red color. The puppy was also wearing red silk and followed the team to pick up the bride. It looked like a real member of the bride's family.

"Host, it's so lively today."

The sound of the system was drowned out by the sound of firecrackers, but you could feel the festive atmosphere just by listening to it.

"Alright, don't forget that you are here to protect the Queen Mother and Ming Lang. Don't forget about it."

Liang Chongyue was worried and told it again. It wasn't that he really wanted it to protect the Queen Mother and Minglang closely. The kid was so fat that as long as he stood close to someone, no one else could squeeze within two meters of him.

Just going with a mission can at least restrain it a little so that it won't play to the point of losing track of what the world is.

"I know, I know. I'm going to go with Sister Azheng to pick up the bride. Mother and Minglang are both safe in the Duke's Mansion. Don't worry, host, bye~"

Seeing that only Liang Chongyue's image was printed on the black panel, Liang Chongyue had no choice but to turn off the panel.

She never expected the system to do anything good, as long as it didn't cause her any trouble.

After putting away the panel, Liang Chongyue found a place to read. During her rare free time, she would rather spend it with a book in her arms.

The collection of books in the Hall of Mental Cultivation also includes notes left by ancestors. Occasionally, when Liang Chongyue sees them, she can't help but wonder whether what her ancestors were thinking when they were reading these books was the same as hers.

Outside the window, it was winter again. Liang Chongyue was leaning on the Luohan bed, holding a slightly yellowed book in his hand. His fingertips brushed across the worn edges of the pages, which seemed to still retain the cool sweat from when he studied hard under the lamp and planned and calculated.

On the low table, a cup of milk tea was steaming, reflecting a few imperceptible wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which were the marks left by time on the first empress of all time.

Outside, a girl in tight clothes was practicing sword in the heavy snow, with the familiar two swords and familiar moves.

His posture was as upright as Hsinchu, and his sword moves were sharp with a hint of youthfulness that had not yet completely faded.

Every move is clean and neat.

Fei He was standing in the snow in a black robe, giving instructions. Minglang looked very much like His Majesty, not only in appearance. One could vaguely see the shadow of His Majesty when he was fighting on the battlefield in Minglang, but with a bit more of the vigor and vigor of young life.

"Master."

Minglang stopped and made a beautiful sword flower. With a light sweat on his forehead, he smiled at Fei He, as bright as the morning sun, instantly illuminating the originally cold yard.

"You have practiced well. Your Highness has already mastered the art. I have nothing more to teach you."

Fei He was proud to meet those slanted and bold eyes.

Liang Chongyue's ears twitched slightly, and the book closed. Yun Ling saw this and asked:

"I hear the noise outside has stopped. Should I call His Highness in to warm up?"

"Call her in. Minglang will be coming of age in a month. Thinking about her coming-of-age ceremony gives me a headache."