Chapter 471 The golden phoenix flaps its wings and performs the title of title
Mother-in-law Xi tied Ji Qingwu again, and then put on her face lightly, and there were endless auspicious words in her mouth.
On such a happy day, Ji Qingwu was very happy to hear it, and her face almost froze.
They were ready, and there were loud drums and gongs outside.
In the yard, the towering sycamore tree was covered with coral glass lamps, which looked very beautiful. The Ji family mansion was covered with red silk and big red lanterns were hung high.
Ji Bolian and Qiao had been waiting in the main hall. Old Mrs. Ji and Ji Qingyuan were sitting aside. When they saw Ji Qingwu entering the door, the few people quickly got up to pay homage.
Ji Qingwu held a golden silk fan in her left hand, and there was a picture of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren embroidered on it, so delicate that the characters' expressions were extremely vivid.
She raised her right wrist and exposed the gold bracelet engraved with Ruyi Tianhua brocade patterns, making them get up.
Mrs. Qiao walked forward, cut a handful of silver wrapped around the lotus between Ji Qingwu's hands, and cut it.
"This time I go to the palace and cut off the wind and rain for the Empress."
Ji Qingwu returned to hold Qiao's hand and said, "Thank you mother."
Jiu's eyes turned red in an instant, Ji Bolian's beard trembled, and he said hoarsely, "Empress, the palace is not as good as the home, if so."
Ji Qingwu called out lightly, "Dad, don't worry, I have a sense of responsibility."
Lady Ji, who was beside him, said, "It's time to set off, don't delay the auspicious time, so as not to blame the emperor."
Emperor Wu Su was waiting for her in the Jiying Palace in the palace, and accepted the congratulations from all civil and military officials together.
Shichen was asked to calculate the master in the morning in the palace. The emperor and empress who were highly anticipated should not make mistakes.
Ji Qingwu turned around, blinked, and tried hard to force the sour tears to retreat.
She just couldn't stand the sad appearance of Ji's father and Qiao. Even if she got married, she would still be their daughter, and this would never change.
Outside, red ribbons were tied on the trees all over the city, and soldiers maintaining order were everywhere on the road. There were endless crowds of people, standing shoulder to shoulder, and everyone was lying to see the queen's Feng Yi.
The queen's sedan chair was already waiting at the door, with thirty-six eunuchs standing behind her, with small jade chimes hanging from the eaves of the sedan chair, which was ringing without the wind.
Ji Qingwu walked to the gate and as soon as he showed up, the people cheered warmly.
In front of the Luanse sedan chair, there is a brown and red horse tied with red silk, and the person sitting on it is Luanyi Guan.
Ji Qingwu stopped after seeing who it was.
She thought that the eldest brother would be the role of the Luanyi official, but it was strange that after she returned home, she seemed to have not seen Ji Changlin appear.
But even if Ji Changlin was not around, it would not be Wei Ting's turn to be the wedding official.
Wei Ting's face was still full of dust and fatigue under his eyebrows. He probably rushed back from the northern border overnight. Before he could take a breath, he rushed to the front of the Ji Mansion.
The corners of his mouth were hooked as if nothing had happened. When he saw her appear, he was obviously stunned.
But Weiting was not stunned for too long. He immediately turned over and dismounted, walked to her, his chest undulating, and said loudly: "My general has seen the Empress, and she is ordered to welcome you into the palace!"
Ji Qingwu frowned slightly.
Is it really ordered?
Weiting's expression was not at all reluctant.
Is it because Emperor Wu Su asked him back, or was it that he volunteered?
The onlookers whispered, and some words also floated into Ji Qingwu's ears.
Her frowned eyebrows dispersed, and she immediately understood why Weiting appeared here.
"General Zhenbei is really a good man. It turns out that he used to protect the queen and the little prince and daughter from being assassined by Xi Jin's assassin. General Wei would take the initiative to marry him. They were all playing tricks."
"It's right. After the emperor dealt with the thieves in Xijin, he rushed back to marry the queen. General Zhenbei came to pick him up on behalf of the emperor. This relationship between the monarch and the minister is really good." Ji Qingwu's eyes flashed.
Emperor Wu Su has a good relationship with Wei Ting. She married Wei Ting and was entrusted by the emperor. Who spreads such rumors?
Ji Qingwu is not unclear. No matter how much she hides her, she can't hide it. She once married into the Wei family and lived for a while.
History books will definitely be recorded, and she will inevitably be criticized by people from later generations.
But now, Weiting was her official charity during her wedding, and personally welcomed her into the palace, confirming the rumor.
Ji Qingwu looked at Weiting with complicated eyes.
Weiting avoided her gaze, looked at the red carpet on the ground, and said aloud: "The auspicious time is coming, please move the Empress."
Ji Qingwu straightened her back, stepped out of the gate of Ji's mansion, and drove her towards the sedan chair.
Before getting into the sedan chair, Weiting raised her left arm to allow her to put on her wrist.
Ji Qingwu looked at Wei Ting, and still spoke, saying, "Thank you General Wei."
Do you thank him for helping her, or thank him for being her Dianyi Officer, or something else?
Wei Ting still didn't look at her, but stared at the phoenix pattern on the hem of her rosy cloak and whispered, "You and I will never thank you."
Ji Qingwu sat in the phoenix sedan chair, and the golden phoenix on the phoenix crown was flapping its wings and was about to fly, and took her to fly to the Phoenix Palace.
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Jiying Palace.
The glazed tiles are shining brightly, and the outside of the hall is arranged in a very festive and luxurious manner.
As the female official who brought gifts, Fanghua helped Ji Qingwu walk under the platform.
On both sides of the high platform, all officials stood solemnly, and the emperor standing in front of the hall also changed into auspicious clothes, but it was not the big red wedding dress that contrasted with her.
It is the black court ward of the emperor's empress.
Ji Qingwu raised her eyes and looked at Emperor Wu Su standing on the high platform.
She had seen him look majestic in court uniforms, but this outfit was obviously different from what the emperor wore when he went to court and worshiped his ancestors.
The twelve black jade crowns are hanging from red gold beads, and the bright yellow silk embroidery with eight balls of colorful clouds, dragons and phoenixes double happy patterns are embroidered on the chest, representing the combination of dragons and phoenixes.
This set of clothes can only be worn when the queen is enthroned.
Because the distance was too far, Ji Qingwu couldn't see the emperor's eyebrows and eyes clearly. He didn't know what his expression was, but looking at his tall figure, he was as quiet and steady as the jade tree pine tree.
The most important part of the wedding ceremony has come.
The empress needs to climb up to the high platform and perform the canonization ceremony. The emperor personally awards the empress the golden book and gold treasure that symbolizes its status.
There are five steps in total, each of which is nine.
Ji Qingwu needs to walk to him step by step.
As the ritual music was played, Ji Qingwu climbed up the steps, and the phoenix robe shook and maintained three inches. The golden steps behind the phoenix crown swayed lightly, and no one of the east beads drooped and collided.
Even the golden silk peony on the tip of her shoe, the third petal is always parallel to the edge of the steps.
Ji Qingwu took every step steadily and dignified.
The officials stared at her, their eyes following her figure. Lu Juan was wearing a crimson purple official robe on the left, Duan Mingfeng was standing on the right in a navy blue, and Yongwang stood in front.
Ji Qingwu didn't have time to see what their expressions were. Her heartbeats were like a drum, and her palms were full of sweat. In such a dictionary, she must not make jokes.
She held her breath and finally reached the last two levels.
(This chapter ends)