Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is already the wedding date of June 15.

Although this discerning person knew at a glance that this was just a play written and acted by King Chen, in Mu Qingyang's heart, she understood better that the actors were only her and Mu Xuelun.

Now all she has to do is do her best to make the people who watch the play enjoyable.

Although she had already prepared in her heart, when the red hijab really fell on her head, Mu Qingyang's heart was still a little apprehensive.

……

After the cumbersome etiquette, it is still smooth and smooth.

It's easy to sit down at this point, so I guess I'm going to enter a new house.

Next, as long as I sit here obediently and wait for Sharon to unveil this Xipa, that qiē can be regarded as a ceremony.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart when she thought about it, at least at this time, she didn't have to kneel as hard as she did just now, when did she kneel so diligently?

Mu Qingyang thought about it, and subconsciously reached out and rubbed his knees.

I don't know how long it was, but she felt her body stiffen a little, and she tried with her hand that she felt like she should sit in the middle of the bed.

So......

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but move to the corner of the bed, if he could lean on the bed rail, at least this body would have a support, and it should feel better.

But she only moved slightly, and a warning immediately sounded in her ears.

"Princess, please don't move around!"

"......" Mu Qingyang was startled, and quickly straightened up.

I almost forgot about it, and someone followed her closely throughout the whole process, and I don't know if it's the rules here or because I'm afraid that she will have something wrong in the middle of the wedding.

However, fortunately, someone followed, and during this period, she also reminded herself a lot, avoiding the possibility that she would make mistakes.

……

Maybe it's because she is used to being casual on weekdays, sitting in such a regular manner for a long time, Mu Qingyang really can't help it, but as long as she thinks that in this room, there are other people besides herself, she can't help but grit her teeth and continue to insist.

Just when Mu Qingyang was sitting still, there was a sudden sound of broken footsteps outside the door.

Immediately after, Mu Qingyang heard a soft knock on the door.

It's the sound of the door opening.

"Sheeron is here?" she thought to herself.

Mu Qingyang subconsciously sat up straighter.

But while she was listening attentively to the movements around her, the house was unusually quiet.

What's wrong? Why is there no sound at all? I obviously heard the sound of the door just now, isn't it Mu Xuelun?

At the moment, Mu Qingyang really wanted to pick up the Xipa covering his head so that he could see what the situation was at this moment.

But reason still made her not follow her own ideas and do what she wanted.

Mu Qingyang stretched out her arm, wanting to rejuvenate her muscles and bones, but when she thought of the warning just now, there were still others in this room, and she immediately took back the arm that was already half extended.

But, it seems......

This is already a half-outstretched arm, how come there is no voice of reprimand?

Also, how surprisingly quiet is it?

"Ahem!ahem!" she made two deliberate sounds, and her body shook a little.

Well, sure enough, there wasn't any noise around.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but secretly pick up a corner of Xipa.

Sneaking around, now, there was half a person in this room besides herself.

Mu Qingyang was relieved, it must have been the sound just now, it turned out that everyone in this room should have gone out