Shen Ning raised her eyebrows: "If I don't marry you, I will regret it." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Chuan, the emperor, is high, enjoys the honor of the world, and is admired by his subjects, but she knows how hard and tired his emperor is.

Marrying him, she may not be able to share in his glory, she may have to accept many doubts and accusations, and many unknown storms and waves, but she is not afraid of all of them!

She had already made up her mind, she followed him, went in the fire and went in the water.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles the future holds, she must go to the end.

"Okay, then I'll marry you, you are my only wife in this life, and I will never fail you!" he said firmly.

She just looked at him and smiled.

The two men worshipped heaven and earth amid the old man's praise, and then they were sent into the wedding room.

Because it was hurriedly clothed, a red paper was pasted in the east of the happy room, and a red cloth was hung in the west, which seemed a little disorganized, although it was messy, but it also added a lot of joy.

Especially when they saw a big red futon on the simple wooden bed, both of them couldn't help but blush, and their hearts beat faster.

The old man and the mother-in-law brought a pair of burning candles into the room, placed them on the low table in front of the bed, and brought some plates of wine and food.

"The two of you are very happy today, this bedding was used when we got married, and it has been washed cleanly, don't dislike it, there is wine and food here, the two of you have eaten wine and food, and you will have rested a long time ago, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and our two old men and old women will not bother you little two!"

After the two of them finished laughing, they left the room and closed the door for the two.

They consciously matched a good match, they were all full of joy, accompanied by a narration in the room, recalling the scene when the two first got married.

The room was filled with red candles, and Mo Chuan and Shen Ning were wearing bright red wedding dresses and sitting opposite each other at the table.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting the faces of the two men.

Mo Chuan's heart was pounding, his palms were sweating, his waist was straight, and he didn't move like a green pine.

Although he was still expressionless as always, Shen Ning could already see through the subtle expression on his face that his whole person was as nervous as a taut bow.

He didn't even dare to look at Shen Ning, since the old couple left the room, his eyes had been staring at the dilapidated wooden table, as if a flower had bloomed on the table, and as if sitting opposite him was not his beloved girl, but a man-eating tiger.

Shen Ning kept holding his chin in his hand, looking at him for a moment, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to laugh.

How can this Mochuan be so cute!

She couldn't help laughing, stood up and poured two glasses of wine, handed one of them to Mo Chuan, and said with a smile: "Mo Chuan, let's have a drink?"

As soon as she got up, Mo Chuan's eyes lifted and stared at her.

But when he heard the words "hand over a glass of wine", his face, which was already red to his ears, turned even redder, his eyebrows jumped, and he glared at her in disbelief.

She...... How can she even hand over a glass of wine!

How is she not at all as shy as the bride?

She actually poured him wine as if nothing happened!

"What's the matter, is there something on my face, why are you looking at me so strangely?" Shen Ning asked, generous, naturally, but there was a slight flush on his face.