After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Jiang Lian didn't answer when he heard his words, but just lowered his head slightly and kissed Yan Huaiyin's eyes.

Yan Huaiyin's hand was still on his forehead, and when he lowered his head like this, the two of them got too close, and the back of his hand touched his forehead, so that the kiss was as soft as sand.

Jiang Lian's lips brushed his eyelashes, and his voice was hoarse: "It's all over."

Yan Huaiyin blinked because his eyelashes were tickled by his kiss, but he felt his throat tightening, fearing that Jiang Lian would hear what he said, so he pursed his lips and curled his lips.

This smile is really cute, Jiang Lian's heart softened by his smile, and said softly: "If you want to hear it, I will tell you slowly later."

"But there is nothing to talk about in the past eight years." Just waiting for him, Jiang Lian's lips moved to the corner of his mouth, "Don't listen to me as boring."

Yan Huaiyin was kissed slowly and tightly by him, and he hummed in a low voice as an answer. He thought for a while, and said softly: "I have also met some people over the years, most of them are nodding acquaintances."

Jiang Lian looked up at him: "Didn't expect someone to wait for you for eight years?"

Yan Huaiyin smiled and said, "That's it."

What he meant was that Jiang Lian was the only long-lasting among all the encounters and partings that met by chance.

Fortunately, God took away so many people he cared about, and left him Jiang Lian.

-

On the first day of November, it is easy to marry.

The marriage of Qi Yu and Liu Shangqing did not receive many blessings, and as the winter deepened, the entire Chaohua City was shrouded in the shadow of Turks.So on the day she got married, not many people came.

Fortunately, all the people who came were close to each other, and the crowd seemed lively even when there were few people.

Liu Shangqing's mansion is opposite to Qi Yu's princess mansion. Her mother is dead, and Emperor Chengde has no plan to let her marry from the palace.The emperor didn't pay much attention to it, and the Ministry of Rites didn't want to care about this crazy princess, so they directly arranged the princess mansion for her to marry.

Liu Shangqing didn't sleep all night, and before dawn the next day, she put on the groom's clothes on her body.

He calculated in his heart that Qi Yu should still be in the mansion and would not come out, but he still pushed everyone away by some strange circumstances and left the mansion.

As soon as he left the mansion, he smiled.

His bride, dressed in a red wedding dress, was sitting on the steps under the eaves, hanging her head and playing with her fingertips.

The creaking sound of the wooden door being opened startled Qi Yu, she raised her eyes to look over, the tassels on the phoenix crown on her head made a soft sound, and the silent morning came alive in an instant.

Behind her is the unfading dark blue night, and in front of her is the rising dawn, none of which is as vivid as her.

"How is it?" Qi Yu stood up when he saw him, and turned around with the corner of his skirt, "Liu Shangqing, do you look good?"

The bright red skirt was spread out on the snow, and the golden thread was faintly shining. Liu Shangqing almost blurted out: "It's beautiful."

"That's natural," Qi Yu raised his chin when he heard his words, and couldn't help laughing: "I don't know who is lucky to marry someone like me as a wife."

When she said this, there was a chuckle in the distance.

Liu Shangqing and Qi Yu turned around to look, and saw a carriage stopped not far away at some time, and the first person to get out of the carriage was a man with deep eyebrows but indifferent.

After he got down, he didn't glance over here, but turned around and opened the car curtain with his own hands.

Immediately afterwards, another person stooped out of the car.

Yan Huaiyin helped Jiang Lian's men to get out of the carriage, but still couldn't help laughing: "How can you be so stupid when you get married?"

You look good and I look good.

"My lord." Liu Shangqing was a little embarrassed by what he said, but she couldn't help the smile on her face.

So did Qi Yu, a newlywed couple, standing in the snow and grinning foolishly at Yan Huaiyin.

It was Yan Huaiyin who stepped forward and said to Qi Yu, "Princess, the bride and groom can't meet at this time, so we'll bring this idiot in first."

Only then did Liu Shangqing follow him back to the mansion.

Yan Huaiyin and Jiang Lian were the first to come, and not long after they arrived, another carriage stopped in front of Liu Shangqing's mansion.

As soon as Liu Shangqing raised his head, he froze there.

Huo Yunping, dressed in normal clothes, helped an old man with gray hair, and walked towards them through the red fire that filled the courtyard.

He first glanced at the wedding dress on Liu Shangqing, a smile flashed in his eyes, and seeing his blank look, he grinned: "Why, your parents are coming, please invite my grandmother to be the officiant, my grandson you Are you not welcome?"

"Master, look at Xiao Liuzi," Huo Yunping went to Yan Huaiyin and complained, "I'm getting more and more courageous."

Liu Shangqing came back to her senses, and retorted: "Why are you still so cheap after eight years?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed to himself.

Newly married, old friends reunited.

In the midst of joy, Liu Shangqing raised his head to look at the pale sky, and wondered if the sky returned all the pity he had given him in the past eight years today.

As the day dawned, Liu Shangqing's mansion gradually became lively. Qi Yu had no close brothers and sisters. It was Yan Xiuqing who arrived early and helped her into Liu's mansion.

Liu Shangqing's mansion is not big, and although not many people came, the front yard gradually became crowded. Jiang Lian's status is special, and it is not suitable for him to appear in the front yard. Yan Huaiyin went to the front yard and said to him: "You Wait for me in the backyard for a while, and I will come back after they finish worshiping."

Liu Shangqing knew that he didn't like red, so he just asked him to visit the hall.

The two stood behind a rockery in the backyard, Jiang Lian said: "I have something to do in Dongchang, I'll go there first, and I'll pick you up later."

"Okay." Yan Huaiyin thought for a while, and agreed. He raised his head and smiled at Jiang Lian. Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Lian pinched his wrist.

A warm kiss fell on his lips, and Jiang Lian finally said in satisfaction, "Go."

-

The wedding ceremony was the busiest time for the marriage. A group of people beside Yan Huaiyin squeezed their heads to see Liu Shangqing and Qi Yu worshiping heaven and earth. He followed the crowd to see, but was patted on the shoulder.

Yan Huaiyin turned around, and saw a man in his 50s and [-]s smiling at him: "This is Lord Yan."

Yan Huaiyin took the wine glass in his hand, nodded and said with a smile: "My next question, may I ask your name, sir?"

"Zhiqin at the bottom," Fang Zhiqin raised his glass to him, and said straight to the point, "I heard that Nine Thousand Years is coming, so I followed. Mr. Yan has been getting close to Nine Thousand Years recently, but do you know where Nine Thousand Years is?" Is it?"

The first time he saw him, Yan Huaiyin had a faint impression in his mind that he had seen Fang Zhiqin's portrait.

A great Confucian who has not been born for 20 years, he is good at compiling poems, books and biography.

Jiang Lian, a treacherous minister who was beaten by everyone, and Fang Zhiqin, a well-known Confucian with a good reputation, entered the court, and there were many people who would win him over, so how could they come to his side.

Yan Huaiyin rolled his eyes and asked warmly, "What's the matter with your lord looking for Nine Thousand Years?"

"It's nothing wrong," Fang Zhiqin said with a smile, "It's just that Jiu Qiansui asked the old man to write the life of the prince of the old dynasty. I wanted to let him take a look these days, but the old man went to Dongchang to find him a few times. , I haven’t found it, I didn’t hear that he came to the princess’s wedding, so I’ll give it a try..."

-

When Jiang Lian came to pick up Yan Huaiyin, Yan Huaiyin said to him: "Let my sister take the carriage, let's go back."

Jiang Lian walked with him along the Xinshui River to Qiantui Mansion.

This big river across Chaohua City is lively all year round, even in winter, the steaming smell of beef soup wafts through the entire street by the river.

It was dusk, and the vast and turbulent orange-red sunset covered the river. Looking up, everyone was covered with a long golden layer.

I don't know when it snowed, Jiang Lian put up an umbrella to cover Yan Huaiyin, the faces of the two of them were covered by the oil-paper umbrella, and they walked along the river with gentle voices everywhere, as if they had lived here peacefully for many years.

Looking at the sparkling river, Yan Huaiyin asked Jiang Lian, "You asked Fang Zhiqin to write my life?"

Jiang Lian looked down at him: "Did you see him?"

Yan Huaiyin hummed, and briefly told him about the encounter in Liu Shangqing's mansion, and finally asked, "Why did you ask him to write these?"

Jiang Lian paused, reached out to touch his cheek, and did not lie to him again: "It will be your birthday in a while, and I have been thinking about what birthday gift to give you."

"Gold, silver and jewels are too vulgar. It's OK to give them away on weekdays, but it's frivolous to give them on birthdays." Jiang Lian looked into Yan Huaiyin's eyes, "I want to pluck all the moon from the sky and give it to my Highness, but I don't have the ability. "

He whispered: "I thought for a long time and came up with this method to write you in the history books."

Hearing what he said, Yan Huaiyin was stunned for a moment.

When he was the prince, he didn't care about these things. After Emperor Chengde seized power, he held the historians in his hands and became a family statement, let alone praising the merits of the old dynasty.

What the little prince did in the past, as the years go by, maybe the fame will be arbitrarily assigned to whoever, even if the historian writes in the future, a subjugated prince may not occupy two lines in the history books.

Yan Huaiyin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jiang Lian's voice: "Everything about me belongs to you, the military power of 20 in Dongchang, Jinyiwei, and Jiangbei Camp."

"I will be the sharpest sword in your hand that will never turn your back on, or the vicious dog beside you that only wags its tail at you. If you don't want to see, I will remove it for you. If you don't have time to care, I will care for you .”

"Ayan," Jiang Lian called his name affectionately by the shimmering river, "I, the Jing Dynasty, and the Qi Dynasty are just a drop of water in the long river of time, and the grievances and hatreds in a drop of water. Too small."

"Even my liking is too light, it's nothing, so I want to write down your achievements one by one in the history books, no one can take over and slander you." His voice was very soft, as if he was just saying it to Yan Huaiyin. listen.

"I just write you, without any modification, into the most fair narrative."

"But for tens of thousands of years in the future, if they praise this peaceful and prosperous country, they will cite you as evidence. If they scold this decadent darkness, you will exist like a bright moon."

Jiang Lian suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you believe me?"

Yan Huaiyin's voice was hoarse: "What do you believe in?"

Jiang Lian smiled, and his face became less gloomy: "Believe in me, even if you don't have my love, your highness will become an existence loved by thousands of people, and my love never defines you, and the official history is passed down from generation to generation." , thousands of years will not be able to define you, "

"So I invited Fang Zhiqin back," Jiang Lian said, "I won't give him anything, but let him write about you most truthfully."

"I want them to use the most upright pen to write about you who will last forever."

To His Royal Highness eternal praise.

"Your Highness," Jiang Lian tilted his umbrella slightly to touch his eyelashes, "This is my birthday present for you."