Chapter 180 The wedding dress belongs to His Highness, and I am also His Highness
"Cui Huailang, have you watched too many dramas about palace intrigues?" Ling Qingyan looked at her friend with a complicated expression.
What the hell is the first and second wives? What has this guy seen before?
"Sister Qingxi," Cui Huailang said in a wavy tone, aggrieved, "Look at the other people in this courtyard. They are all the male protagonists of this world. They must have been blessed by luck and heaven. Their power is terrifying."
"I can't even get a place in the main room. I'm going to be killed by them in the future." Cui Huailang touched his neck and moved a stool to sit next to Ling Qingyan. His eyes were clear and bright, and he looked at her lovingly. "I'm scared."
"Then what should we do?" Ling Qingyan looked at him with a smile.
The imperial edict has been issued, Ling Qingyan cannot disobey it.
"I'm so scared. Sister Qingxi, can you stay with me tonight?" Cui Huailang blinked his long black eyelashes.
"Cui Huailang, you—" Ling Qingyan turned to look at him with a complicated expression, "Do you know what you look like now?"
"Like an unnamed lover tempting you to have an affair before marriage." Cui Huailang spoke shamelessly, with a clear understanding of himself.
"We must be moral people." Ling Qingyan distanced herself from him. "Brother Cui, you should just go to bed."
Ling Qingyan has been very busy these days. People from the palace and Pei Wuyou came to her to confirm various matters, such as whether they liked this or that. Ling Qingyan was so busy that she was dizzy.
No one is allowed to disrupt Princess Tangning's wedding. The emperor especially summoned Ji Yanxing and Ling Yu to warn and instruct them. Mu Xianzhi was not worried. He acted out of emotion but within the bounds of courtesy, so he would not do anything out of line.
But Ji Yanxing is a rebellious person, and Ling Yu, the emperor's younger brother, is not a good person either.
The emperor must first intimidate them. This is his daughter's wedding ceremony, and no one can disrupt his daughter's wedding ceremony.
On an auspicious day, the princess got married.
This wedding represented the alliance between the two countries. It was unprecedented for the regent of one country to marry into the princess's family.
Even those old-fashioned ministers who always thought Ling Qingyan was a beauty who brought disaster felt proud at this moment. Their backs straightened a little and they looked at Princess Tangning with even more admiration.
For Ling Qingyan's wedding, almost all high-ranking court officials, princes, nobles, aristocratic families and other forces in the capital came.
In Yaohua Palace, hundreds of palace servants were busy running around.
In the bronze mirror, the girl's skin was as white as cream, her eyebrows were as black as distant ink, her lips were as red as crimson, and her eyes were bright and clear. The girl was already pretty, and with the ostentatious makeup for her wedding, she was so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off her.
She wore a phoenix crown with nine feathers and four phoenixes holding pearls in their mouths, and a scarlet auspicious robe with cloud patterns and auspicious phoenixes embroidered with gold thread. Twelve shawls cascaded down from her shoulders, shining brightly and dazzlingly.
Coming out of the palace, in the main hall, the emperor and empress sat at the top of the table. The emperor looked at her with a loving gaze, "Our Tangning will always be happy."
Ling Qingyan bowed to the head of state without making any mistakes.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that the queen's eyes towards her were particularly gentle today.
The queen looked at the girl in the phoenix crown and red robe, and her worries finally subsided.
Finally got married.
Her son could finally be his crown prince in peace and contentment.
Chen Mansheng served as her ceremonial officer. Ling Qingyan covered her face with a round fan, revealing a pair of eyes as she looked at her good friend who was leading her.
Ling Qingyan felt a little unreal.
Unexpectedly, she actually got married in this world. Although her future marriage was very different from the one she was supposed to have, she was very happy at the moment.
Even if she gets married, she will still be free.
Pei Wuyou is even happier.
He was wearing a bright red wedding gown. The young man was full of vigor and vitality. His ponytail was tied high. The sunlight shone completely on him, and even every strand of his hair revealed the youth's boldness.
If he had been trapped in a pit before, trying to climb out every day in darkness and struggling to survive, then the day he met the girl was the day he saw the dawn.
And at this moment, he finally escaped.
The moment he saw his sister, Pei Wuyou's heart seemed to jump out.
She is so beautiful.
The wedding dress is beautiful, but my sister is even more beautiful.
Today is my sister and him's wedding.
His sister put on his wedding dress for him.
Pei Wuyou carefully took the girl's hand, as if he regarded her as a god and he was her eternal believer.
"Sister, I can finally go home with you." The boy whispered, his eyes shining.
The girl smiled and got into the carriage.
In the princess's mansion, Mu Xianzhi, Ling Yu and Ji Yanxing sat together.
"General Ji, why did you stop? I remember you loved your niece to death, so why are you so sad to see your beloved marry someone else? Or is it Pei Wuyou, the one you always disliked?"
Ling Yu sat very calmly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at Ji Yanxing in front of him, who was wearing a red dress again, with a playful look.
Ji Yanxing's red today is more flamboyant than usual, and the style, design, and color are very similar—
Wedding dress.
"Your Highness Prince Yong, there's no need to provoke me." Ji Yanxing stroked the hem of his clothes and smiled, "I remember that His Highness Prince Yong was very frank. It wasn't the first time or the second time that I harassed you. We are only your subjects after all. How dare we disrupt your wedding? But His Highness Prince Yong is different."
"Your Highness Prince Yong is a royal relative. Why are you sitting here quietly instead of kidnapping the relatives? Don't you want to?"
Ji Yanxing and Ling Yu were surrounded by spies, both in the open and in the dark, from the emperor and from Pei Wuyou.
Mu Xianzhi was dressed in white as usual, his posture elegant and calm. "This is a marriage between two countries, it is of great importance. Please don't joke around. If something goes wrong, no one can bear the consequences."
"Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?" Ji Yanxing glanced at him. "Master Mu must have been the reincarnation of a sack in his previous life. How can you be so pretentious?"
Doesn’t he know what he is like in Yizhou?
Bitch.
Among them, His Majesty actually trusted him and let him monitor them openly.
"That sounds very reasonable, but Master Mu better say what he means."
"Of course. There can't be any accidents in His Highness's wedding ceremony." Mu Xianzhi looked up at the gate.
Ji Yanxing also looked over and smiled, "Yes, of course there can't be any accidents. No matter what, today is the day His Highness gets married."
The sound of ceremonial music began as the girl got out of the sedan chair, and the princess's mansion was already full of guests.
Ling Qingyan's wedding was quite special, but afterward, she and Pei Wuyou entertained the guests together.
The envoys from Wei and the dignitaries from Ling toasted together.
The whole room was filled with laughter and joy as the two walked to Ji Yanxing's table.
Ji Yanxing leaned his arms on the table and looked up at the girl. The afterglow fell on her, and the person in front of him was more gorgeous than the sunset.
"Your Highness is so beautiful." The young man's eyes were a little drunken.
"I think so too." Ling Qingyan was truly satisfied with her outfit, the kind of satisfaction that made her reluctant to take it off. "My biggest regret is not having an artist draw it for me in advance."
Record keeping in ancient times was not very convenient.
"What's so difficult about this?" Mu Xianzhi curled his lips, his deep eyes looking straight at the girl, "The wedding dress belongs to Your Highness, and I am also Your Highness. If Your Highness wants to record anything, I will write it down for you at any time."
"But the wedding dress, makeup, and various jewelry and phoenix crowns are complicated after all, and putting them on takes a lot of effort. If Your Highness doesn't want to be bothered, I can paint for you today."
"I think the prince consort always puts the princess first and shouldn't mind." Mu Xianzhi looked at Pei Wuyou.
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