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The little beggar also noticed the man in fancy clothes walking towards him. Why was such a well-dressed man walking towards him?

The little beggar was very nervous, watching the approaching person warily, his body unconsciously taking a defensive posture. As the approaching person got closer, the little beggar closed his eyes in fear.

I'm going to be beaten!

A big hand stroked his hair and handed him a brand new copper coin.

When he came to his senses, he looked at the brand new copper coin in his hand and raised his head. The noble man had already gone far away, leaving him with only an unreachable figure.

……

Zhu Shengyuan was very moved. His Majesty is truly a kind-hearted and wise monarch. His Majesty has been kind since childhood. Even before he was the crown prince, he often went to the people to understand their sentiments and help the poor.

Zhu Shengyuan's eyes became moist as he thought of some things in the past.

Bei Zhenming ignored him and savored the touch just now.

The child's hair is surprisingly soft and feels so comfortable to touch. It looks a bit like Xiao Hei (Bei Zhenming's beloved dog when he was a prince, now deceased).

Today, the Yong'an Palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was festive. The courtyards and corridors within the palace were filled with banquets.

The guests in the palace were dressed in gorgeous robes, each of them worth a fortune. Among them were the capital's powerful and famous people, wealthy merchants, and prominent families. These people rarely gathered together on ordinary days, but today they gathered together to congratulate Prince Yong'an on his wedding.

The banquet had not yet begun, but the guests were crowded at the door, eagerly waiting to see what the male princess looked like, whether out of curiosity, novelty, or ill intentions.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, a tall horse appeared first, followed closely by the wedding procession with drums and gongs, and behind them were a group of common people. Cheers rose one after another, and it was so lively!

"Prince! The Prince is here!"

The guards in the palace who were usually ruthless and impartial, all cheered as if they had taken stimulants, completely losing their usual cold-blooded and ruthless appearance.

Bei Zhenting looked at the group of stupid guards: Was this trained by me? Why do they look so much like chimpanzees?

The chimpanzee guards cheered: The extraordinary love between the prince and his enemy's son is so sweet!

The other guests were less enthusiastic.

"Why should a man marrying a man wear a veil like a woman? You can't even see it!"

"What do you know! The prince didn't want anyone to see! At the Duke's Mansion, the veil was blown away by the wind, and the prince was unhappy on the spot, so he immediately covered it up."

"Brother Yi, have you ever seen the princess's appearance?"

“Nature saw it”

"If I had known earlier, I should have gone to the Duke's Mansion to join in the fun. It's all my father's fault for dragging me to the Yong'an Palace!"

Chen Zesheng regretfully nudged An Luoyi next to him with his elbow, and wanted to ask what the princess looked like.

Sitting opposite them, Lord Chen, the Minister of Rites, was dealing with the adults coming and going. He turned around and saw this little action, and gave him a threatening look.

Chen Zesheng immediately fell silent and sat up straight.

"The new guy is here!"

The guests cheered.

"Overcome obstacles and get rid of bad luck, and have peace and success~" The bride's voice was shrill and rhythmic.

Luo Yao was held by Bei Zhenting. The man's palms were rough, and the calluses were heavy from years of wielding swords and guns, but they were very warm.

The bridesmaid's voice was incredibly penetrating, and Luo Yao's eyes somehow felt moist. It seemed to pierce through time and space, piercing his soul and reaching him as he lay breathless at the bottom of the cold, dark river. It was as if his past self had been blessed, too. Its sonorous warmth was unmistakable.

Luo Yao's vision blurred.

People came one after another to offer congratulations and blessings, and Bei Zhenting accepted them one by one. Amidst the blessings, he took Luo Yao's hand and walked over the threshold and stepped over the fire basin...

The guests are smiling with the delicious wine and food, and the groom is happily tied with red silk.

The courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and festive red curtains swayed in the wind. Amidst the bustle, two men in plain clothes walked out of the crowd. They were none other than the current emperor and eunuch Zhu.

When the dignitaries saw the two men, they all prepared to kneel down and kowtow.

Bei Zhenming waved his hand, and everyone fell silent and whispered in private.

"When has Your Majesty ever attended anyone else's wedding? Even when the Prince of Qi married Prime Minister Jia's daughter, Your Majesty didn't go. You should know that the Prince of Qi and Your Majesty are brothers born to the late Empress."

"What do you know? This is the wedding of Prince Yong'an and the heir of the Duke's Mansion. Prince Yong'an is a new noble. As soon as he returned to the court, he recovered the five cities in Hebei that had been occupied by the Da Banner for many years. He even forced Northern Qi to surrender. Not to mention that the Duke's Mansion is a loyal and righteous family with generations of military commanders. How many generals of the Luo family died on the battlefield for my Dacheng!"

An old minister burst into tears, "Your Majesty is so virtuous! I, an old man, will die for Dacheng with all my heart and soul. I have no regrets!"

The Duke sitting on the seat nodded to Bei Zhenming, and Bei Zhenming sat down at the head of the guests.

When the matchmaker saw the nobleman sitting down, she shouted at the top of her voice:

"I bow to the spirit of heaven and earth, thank God for the gift of a good marriage, and bow!"

Luo Yao has never been married, and has never had the opportunity to attend an ancient wedding. Although he has seen many in TV dramas, he is still completely confused.

A red flower ribbon was stuffed into her hand, and Bei Zhenting took her by the hand to pay homage to heaven and earth, and her parents.

"Couple greetings!"

The two of them bowed to each other.

Everyone started to make a fuss, and Bei Zhenting, with his masculine energy getting the better of him, pulled Luo Yao into his arms amid everyone's laughter.

"Princess, would you like to go with me to the banquet to meet the guests?" Bei Zhenting emphasized the word "Princess" very much, and his tone was completely threatening.

Luo Yao possessed the memories of his original body, so he naturally knew that Bei Zhenting was moody and had a changeable personality. Moreover, the other party regarded the Duke's Mansion as an enemy and hated him, the son of his enemy, deeply.

Luo Yao understood, and at the same time, he had no special thoughts about Bei Zhenting's sudden change in temperament.

He shook his head. He didn't want to go. He was very sleepy, hungry and tired, and he didn't want to be watched by people as if he were a rare giant panda.

Bei Zhenting was overjoyed. He patted Luo Yao on the shoulder and said happily, "Then we won't go!"

Luo Yao was puzzled, and Bei Zhenting waved his hand and called for someone to take Luo Yao away.

Luo Yao couldn't see the road clearly because of his veil, so he walked slowly. The man seemed to have a grudge against Luo Yao, and he dragged Luo Yao along without any care, causing him to stumble all the way and almost fall down several times.

"Hey! Walk slower, walk slower!"

The man took him into a quieter courtyard, then brought him to a house, opened the door, and pushed him in rudely.

"Princess, please stay here!"

The man threw down a few words and slammed the door before walking out.

Luo Yao was pushed by him and almost fell down, so he quickly lifted the veil.

"How rude!" Luo Yao was angry. Why were there so many barbarians in the Yong'an Palace?

Luo Yao sat down at a low table with snacks, peanuts and dates, picked up the snacks and started eating.

He was really starving to death. According to ancient wedding customs, the bride would not have any food to eat for the entire wedding day.

He got up before dawn, washed, dressed and put on his clothes. If someone took pity on him and brought him food on his wedding night, it would definitely be at night.

When the guests left in the evening, Bei Zhenting sat on the steps of the main hall. He drank a lot of wine without getting drunk, but he felt a little sad because he was not drunk.

If his parents were still alive, they would probably scold him for being an unfilial son if they knew that he married a woman as his concubine. If they knew that he married the son of his enemy, they would certainly not be able to accept or understand it and would be extremely disappointed in him!

Father and mother, don't worry, I will definitely make the murderer who killed you suffer a fate worse than death!

Bei Zhenting toasted the empty moon in the sky with a glass of sake, and then drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the cold wine, I felt my throat burning and even my eyes were a little blurry from the heat.

A little kid in red clothes staggered over. The hem of his dress was a little long, so he kept holding it up as he ran. When she got to him, she dropped the hem and quickly pulled out a small wooden stick, hitting his neck with it.

"Where's my brother? Tell me!"

Bei Zhenting looked at the little brat expressionlessly.

Why are there such unruly kids in the world!

Li Qingyun had been taking care of the child, and Tuanzi ran away when he was not paying attention. Wang Fu searched for a long time and saw the child next to Bei Zhenting, so he quickly flew down from the eaves.

Without saying anything, he drew his sword and cut off Luo Xingchen's wooden stick. The sword, which could cut through iron like mud, left a very clear and neat shape on the small wooden stick.

Luo Xinchen was stunned for a moment, pouted and was about to cry. Li Qingyun quickly covered Tuanzi's mouth, leaned over, picked up Tuanzi in his arms, and flew away.

Bei Zhenting picked up the half-broken wooden stick on the ground, turned it around in his hand, and the stick flew out like a dart.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, dusted himself off and left.

When Bei Zhenting came in, Luo Yao had eaten and drunk his fill and fell asleep.

She was still wearing her wedding dress, even her hairstyle hadn't changed, and her sleeping position was spread out, occupying the entire wedding bed.

Bei Zhenting leaned over to look at the boy on the bed. He seemed extremely tired, sleeping soundly, his breathing even. His red clothes made his skin look white, and his lips seemed to be smeared with rouge, red and thin. After eating, the rouge had spread beyond the corners of his mouth, giving him a lewd look, akin to the look of someone who had been abused.

Bei Zhenting was angry, hatred burning in his eyes. He no longer looked at the boy on the bed, walked to the table, kicked the table leg hard, and found that the pastries had been touched. Thinking of something, his eyes became gloomy.

Looking at the untouched wine glass, he poured another one and drank it all in one gulp.

He walked to the bed again and found that the collar of the person on the bed was staggered. From Bei Zhenting's perspective, he could see the delicate collarbone and a faint pink bulge.