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The begonia flowers fell, and they were in a hurry.

Qiaoxiao and glamorous songs are all separated, and the situation is not drunk.

Thousands of wisps, shallow feelings.

The song fan Qingyue recalls the return period, and Zhu Yan does not give up light makeup for a long time.

Dotted lips, royal street. ”

Sitting quietly in front of the mirror, the corners of his mouth, always raising a faint smile, watching his mother from the mirror to make up for herself, listening to the song her mother singing in a low voice, tactful and leisurely, stretching into the heart.

With every finger and stroke, Mu Dai seems to be depicting his own treasures, cautious but loving.

The eyebrows are lightly touched with red makeup, and the down-and-out and generous face of the city makes people can't take their eyes off it, Zikou stood three steps away from the two of them, and her heart was moved.

Until the last lip point, Mu Dai did not let Du Weiwei move, carefully picked up the lip red, and smeared Du Weiwei's thin lips little by little, and in an instant, the whole person became bright, red lips, red makeup, red wedding dress, self-contained, beautiful as a fairy.

Mu Dai's eyes were already dotted with tears, unlike the five years that she had left the Prime Minister's Mansion before, this time, her daughter was really going to leave her.

Turning around and holding his mother's hand, Du Weiwei's eyes were also grateful as never before: "Mother, I miss you very much." Past, now, in the future, whenever my mother will be here. As he spoke, he pointed to his chest with a cardamom coat.

Mu Dai's tears were about to fall, and she reached out to touch her head: "Silly child, my mother doesn't ask you to remember your mother more, I just hope that you will be stable in this world." ”

The head gently leaned into Mu Dai's palm, and he didn't say anything more, leaving only the mother-daughter love of the two of them.

At the end of the day, the sound of firecrackers sounded, the morning light on the horizon was bright, and a faint golden color sprinkled down, indicating that today must be an excellent weather.

The sound of firecrackers outside the house continued one after another, and on the street outside, a lot of people had gathered, and the wedding of the king was the first happy event in the Ting Yuan country, which was worse than the emperor after he married.

The people all walked out of their homes and stood along the red silk, the sound of firecrackers in their ears was deafening, and everyone's faces were full of smiles.

Lizun Wang has guarded the frontier for many years, guarding the peace of the people of Tingyuan Kingdom, in the hearts of the people, it is completely a god-like existence, and the daughter of the Du family, since the shocking dance at the dust washing banquet, has been like an immortal can not be blasphemed, the two people got married, the people only felt that it was a match made in heaven, and even with it was overjoyed, very happy,.

On the road from the Prime Minister's Mansion to the Lizun Palace, a whole unbroken red silk was paved, and the entire Tingyuan Kingdom was constantly lively.

Du Yunshi stood at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and behind him were the two partial ladies and Du Yan'er Du Piaoling.

From a distance, I saw Mu Dai holding a red dress and a red hijab embroidered with a phoenix, and Du Weiwei, who walked out with dignified steps.

Step by step, step after step, every step was on the red silk, and it seemed to be on Du Yunshi's heart, the scene of marrying Mu Dai came to mind again, and then looked at the daughter he loved the most, and he had a lot of thoughts.

Standing still in the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Du Weiwei lowered his head slightly, and then he could distinguish where his parents were standing, and made a big salute in the direction where the two of them were: "Daughter Du Weiwei, I will marry today, and I will never forget the grace of my father's teachings." With that, he knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Mu Dai's tears finally fell, and in the future, the time to see her daughter is numbered.

got up, on the other side, Zi Ko, who was wearing a new pink dress, reached out to support Du Weiwei, and was also happy for Miss from the bottom of her heart.

Marrying into the palace, the young lady only brought herself and Shen Mu, and what she thought in her heart was to serve the good young lady better.

Xi Po has been standing at the door for a long time, seeing that everything is ready, her face is full of smiles, she can receive the family affairs of the palace and the prime minister's house, and she is already happy in her heart, and she is naturally working hard at this time.

"The bride is out of the house--a full of blessings-"

With the voice of Xi Po, with the support of Zikou, Du Weiwei lifted the skirt slightly and stepped out of the door of Xiangguo's mansion.

At that moment, Du Weiwei finally felt that he had left this place where he had lived for fifteen years.

The slightest nervousness, out of the house and walked for a while, until he saw a white iron-hoofed horse with lowered eyes, and in his hand, Zi Ko had already let go, and then, a big hand held Du Weiwei's slender hand.

The dark red boots entered Du Weiwei's eyes, and inexplicably, Du Weiwei's heart swelled with a faint throbbing.

"Wei'er, hard work." A faint voice came into Du Weiwei's ears through the red hijab.

It's not an explanation of the previous things, nor is it a compliment after seeing Du Weiwei, but a sentence of hard work with concern.

After all, a smile was raised, and through the hijab, Du Weiwei's face was full of joy, and he followed He Xiao's steps and entered the bridal sedan chair.

Got into the sedan chair, turned around, sat down, the hijab was slightly raised, and met He Xiao's deep eyes, and in just a moment, the sedan curtain was lowered.

A trace of strangeness slid through Du Weiwei's heart, passed in an instant, and when he thought about it again, he was nowhere to be found.

"Get up the sedan chair-" Xi Po shouted again.

The greeting team sounded a gong and drum, and the team began to move.

Du Wei sat in the sedan chair, only to hear the non-stop commotion outside, listened carefully, almost praised He Xiao, his heart sank slightly, and he sat obediently and no longer moved.

Walking along the red silk, He Xiao drove a good horse covered in snow-white hair, and the slight bumps made his body a little uncomfortable, although he ate the unparalleled Yuan Shen Pill, but the severity of his injuries this time, he knew better than anyone else.

Along the way, all the people saluted to King Lizun, He Xiao was a cold person, sitting high on a horse, but there was not much smile on his face.

Tian rode a horse and followed behind He Xiao, seeing the figure of the master who was extremely unwell and insisted on sitting up straight on the horseback, the worry in his heart became deeper and deeper, and he only hoped that on the way to welcome his relatives, there would be no accidents, and the princess would be able to reach the palace safely.

The welcoming procession walked all the way, and there were songs and laughter everywhere, and almost all the people of Tingyuan were celebrating for the departure of the king.

As if intentionally, the greeting procession happened to pass by the Jiezilou, and through the tulle car curtains, the Jiezilou was also in full bloom, with red brocade and lanterns hanging everywhere.

Recalling the scene of the previous poetry and painting meeting, Du Weiwei also felt incredible, he and He Xiao really came to this point.

Upstairs in Jiezi, many people walked to the cloister and looked out, this lively and extraordinary scene.

Suddenly, as if feeling a sense of hostility, He Xiao raised his head and looked in the direction of the southeast corner of Jiezilou, and suddenly, he met Mu Yunxin's gaze who was drinking with a wine jar.

There was no longer the previous enchanting state, Mu Yunxin's eyes were fixed on He Xiao, as if he was looking at a person who was about to be separated for a long time, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Mu Yunxin knew very well that he didn't have the courage to do anything at this moment, if he did, his father would have no chance to do it, but if he ascended the throne, he would have the ability to compete with He Xiao.

He Xiao's eyebrows were cold, and he looked at Mu Yunxin from afar.

Mu Yunxin, you still don't have the guts after all.

Retracting his eyes and no longer looking at him, He Xiao's forehead was already sweating densely, but when he thought of the woman he loved, he was behind him, and the tenderness in his heart spread little by little.

"Please get off the sedan chair for the bride-" I heard the bride's shout again.

Du Weiwei only felt that the sedan chair was slammed, and then it was gently put down, and he straightened his clothes a little nervously, and pulled the hijab again, for fear that he would accidentally drop it.

Zi Ko carefully lifted the door of the sedan car, He Xiao had already dismounted, strode to the front of the sedan chair, and stretched out his hand to Du Weiwei.

Du Wei was stunned for a moment, according to custom, He Xiao had no need to help himself get off the sedan chair.

But there was a hint of sweetness welling up, and he generously put his hand into He Xiao's palm.

Leaving the door of the palace, it is already customary to put a brazier, bright and dark fire, the bride stepped over, representing the bride to burn all the bad luck brought by her previous mother's family.

Seeing that the two of them were so affectionate before they really made a ceremony, Xi Po's tone became more and more prominent: "The bride stepped across the brazier - stepped into the blessing gate - "

There was a trace of embarrassment in my heart, the wedding dress that my mother sewed for herself, the skirt that dragged the ground was extremely long, even if she lifted her hands, there was still a long part of it on the ground, if she crossed the brazier, it was very likely that there would be sparks burning her dress.

The hand held by He Xiao tightened suddenly, and when she turned her eyes, she only glanced at Du Weiwei, and He Xiao immediately understood her concern.

"Remove the brazier." He Xiao's deep voice blurted out.

As soon as the words came out, no one at the scene dared to speak again. This brazier has been a custom of Ting Yuan for a long time, and no one who has ever been married has ever said that he would remove this brazier, and the king of Lizun has opened his mouth like this.

For a moment, the people in the vicinity were silent, not daring to say anything more, but no one stepped forward to remove the brazier.

The people watching from afar saw that the bridegroom and the bride had not crossed the brazier into the house for a long time, and did not know what was happening.

His eyebrows and eyes wrinkled slightly, He Xiao wanted to speak again, but was lightly dragged by Du Weiwei's hand, and the bright female voice also sounded in a low voice: "It's okay." As he spoke, he secretly exerted a slight force, with the meaning of pulling He Xiao forward.

Seeing that the two of them were almost in front of the brazier, their hearts were darkened, Du Weiwei just wanted to step out, but his eyes covered with hijabs could not know the situation outside, he only felt that his body suddenly rose into the air, and then he entered a wide embrace, the familiar smell wafted in, and he was already picked up by He Xiao.

A playful but hoarse voice came from my ears: "It's really okay. ”

In an instant, all kinds of cheers around him rang out high.

Through the gap in the hijab, Du slightly caught a glimpse of He Xiao's thin lips, but only glanced at it lightly, then lowered his head and let him carry himself into the hall.

Entering the hall, the lively sound was obviously much quieter, Du stood still slightly, and his hand was stuffed with red cardinal satin by the purple cardamom.

"The bride has entered the church--the marriage ceremony-"

"Worship heaven and earth—"

Turning around, facing the outer door of the hall, Du Weiwei and He Xiao bent down and bowed.

Only bent over for a moment, Du Weiwei hijab, and heard an exclamation from everyone: "Lord! ”

The last sound in my ears was Tian's anxious voice: "Master! ”

Feeling that the silk in his hand was being dragged to the ground, Du Weiwei's eyes flashed sharply, and he suddenly lifted his hijab, only to see He Xiao, who was wearing a big red wedding robe, already falling to the ground with a pale face.

The thoughts that had slipped through his mind before resurfaced, and Du Weiwei finally realized that he should have noticed this problem a long time ago, He Xiao's face was extremely pale today, and even his lips were not bloody!

Holding He Xiao in the bent arm, Du Wei was extremely calm, and there was a calm atmosphere in his eyes.

"Shenmu Zikou, please go to the front hall for a rest."

"God, send your grandfather to the bedroom."

Without any hesitation, the three of them immediately took action.

Tian picked up He Xiao on his back, and hurried to the back room with his footsteps.

Behind him, Du Weiwei, who was dressed in a red dress, also kept walking, his brows furrowed, what happened to He Xiao.

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