Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

A few days later, Murong Fu and others returned to Suzhou, leaving the noise in the Dali court behind, and went to prepare for the wedding.

The last time I left Yanziwu, the residual snow had not yet faded. When I returned to Yanziwu, the peach blossoms had faded.

It's time for a good rest.

Affairs in Xixia have been settled, and the Xiaoyao sect, which was previously fragmented due to the disappearance of Wu Yazi, has actually completed its integration. Green salt and pig iron from Xixia were also continuously transported to the Song-Xia border through the high mountains of Tubo, and finally to Dali. In time, the Duan family in Dali can rely on this great support to slowly flatten the chieftains and aristocratic families in Dali.

The three neighboring countries around the Song Dynasty have all formed de facto affiliations and alliances with the Murong family. By this time, the so-called rejuvenation of Dayan can actually be said to have been realized.

It can be said without exaggeration that as long as Murong Fu had this idea, the Three Kingdoms could immediately attack the Song Dynasty from three directions at the same time. Even if the soil was torn apart and the Song Dynasty became isolated, it would not be a hardship.

But Murong Fu was too lazy to do this.

Inheriting all the wealth, martial arts, and power of the Xiaoyao Sect, in a sense, Murong Fu was no different from the underground emperor of the Song Dynasty at this time. As long as Murong Fu thought about it, he could stir up quite a stir in the world and temples. If there are no accidents, there is no problem in living youthfully to the age of Tong Lao - who of the emperors in the past and present can have this kind of treatment?

That being the case, why bother trying to revive the Great Yan?

For this kind of thing, we still have to believe in the wisdom of future generations, and to believe in the wisdom of future generations, we must first have descendants.

Although Wang Yuyan now has the title of Princess of Dali, it is actually more of a title. The preparations for the wedding were still handled by the Gusu family.

Although the Murong family and the Wang family are now withered, they are Jiangnan aristocratic families after all, and the etiquette they should have is indispensable.

After the three letters and six rituals were formalized, the Murong family sent out the news of the wedding.

Murong has made extensive connections in the Jianghu and local circles over the years, so most of the prominent figures in the Jiangnan area have received invitations.

For a time, Yanziwu was decorated with lights and colorful, full of guests and friends. From the head of a faction to the grassy rivers and lakes, from the officials of a state to the small officials, the huge Yanziwu was full of seats, even the boatmen who made a living on the Taihu Lake. Today's business is much better than before.

The previously extremely mysterious Yanziwu was revealed to the world for the first time.

Above Taihu Lake, Yanziwu in the thousands of miles of waves is like a lotus leaf in the lotus breeze in June. With Shenhezhuang as the center, the water area of ​​more than ten miles in radius belongs to the scope of Yanziwu. Many people who came to Yanziwu for the first time were amazed and marveled at the grand pomp of the Murong family.

Most of these people knew each other and took their seats after saying hello to each other. The steward also put some thought into arranging the seats, and arranged the guests who were friends with each other at the same table. The hall was full, but there was no confusion at all, avoiding the embarrassment of having nothing to talk about.

The dishes are all prepared by famous chefs in Suzhou. In recent days, several famous restaurants in Suzhou have temporarily closed down because their chefs have been hired away.

In Yanziwu, cups were exchanged for cups, and the seats were full of distinguished guests.

At this time, Mantuo Villa.

Wang Yuyan changed into a bright red trousseau under the service of several maids and mothers-in-law. Under the bright candlelight, her pretty face without makeup was like a hibiscus emerging from the water, and the delicate flowers reflected the moon.

An old nanny held a wooden comb and was combing Wang Yuyan's hair.

The only daughter is getting married today. Even though Mrs. Wang is usually as cold as ice and has a snake-like temperament, she can't help but burst into tears at this moment. Mrs. Wang said: "Yu Yan, after you get married, you must serve your husband well. You have been in love with your cousin since you were a child, and today you have fulfilled your wish. Your cousin's parents are no longer here. From now on, There is no need to serve my parents-in-law. Everything is fine here, there is no need for you to worry about me."

Although Wang Yuyan is full of joy, she can't help but feel a little sad after hearing her widowed mother's words. Although she has now figured out her true identity and knows that her biological father is still alive, the experience of growing up as an orphan is still unavoidable. The earth put a certain imprint on her character.

Wang Yuyan's eyes turned red, and she forced a smile and said, "Mom, what are you talking about? Yanziwu is not far from Mantuo Villa. It will be good for my cousin and I to visit my mother more often in the future."

The mother and daughter said goodbye before leaving, with endless words to say.

"Madam, Miss, the wedding team is here."

Outside the door, the mother-in-law's old voice interrupted the conversation between mother and daughter.

Mrs. Wang looked at her daughter longingly, and after a while, she said firmly: "Let's go, don't waste the auspicious time."

Wang Yuyan leaned down and bowed: "Mother, please take care of yourself in the future."

Mrs. Wang held on to the door frame and watched her daughter walking towards the wedding procession with the support of several maids and women.

In the water town of Jiangnan in Suzhou, few people sit in sedan chairs, so those who came to welcome the bride were a large ship and a few small boats.

The big ship was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. On the deck, Murong Fu stood on the bow wearing a bright red wedding dress. He saw Wang Yuyan's figure from a distance, and a touch of joy came to his eyebrows.

The boat was still more than ten feet away from the shore. Murong Fu jumped up and jumped out amidst the exclamations. When he reached half the distance, he tapped his toes again like a dragonfly touching the water, and landed steadily. Go ashore.

As soon as this unparalleled light skill was revealed, there was a burst of thunderous applause.

Under the red hijab, Wang Yuyan knew that the person coming was the one she loved, and she felt unbearable joy. Amidst the shouts of exclamation, she lifted up the hijab, jumped to Murong Fu's side in three steps, and threw away all the maids and women. Behind him.

"Cousin! You are here!"

Murong Fu held the catkins in his hand, and when he saw the infinite attachment in the beauty's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little crazy for a moment: If he has such a beautiful woman, what else is worth pursuing?

"Cousin, I'm here, I'm here to marry you."

Wang Yuyan smiled, with some tears in her smile: "Cousin, I feel like all this is a dream. I'm so afraid that this is just a dream of mine."

The lingering love of a girl who has been a virgin for more than ten years now turns into soft silk threads wrapped around her fingers.

"How could it be? Look, am I not here just fine? Come on, my cousin will take you on the boat and we will get married."

Murong Fu relaxed his arms and hugged Wang Yuyan's waist. He straightened up and landed firmly on the deck.

Bao Bubu was the best man. When he saw Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan boarding the boat, his smile almost overflowed. He immediately ordered the boat to start. Several dumb servants who supported the boat put away the cables and raised the oars, and the boat quickly sailed towards Yanziwu. And go.