The green silk coiled and flew into a cloud, and as soon as the phoenix crown was raised, it fell on this green cloud. It is like a peach blossom, blooming from the forehead; The strings hang down like water droplets, falling from the beak of the phoenix.

The bride in the mirror is luxurious and delicate, shining and scorching.

The last touch of rouge was sipped on the light dust, and the big red hijab was softly laid down, and the surroundings were softly quieted along the silk, and the rest of the sky was full of red, and the heart was full of satisfied joy.

The charcoal fire in the basin burned red, and the rouge on the face of the light dust became brighter and brighter.

The auspicious time has arrived, the firecrackers are ringing, and the light dust skirt has stepped over the brazier and entered the warm wedding.

The maple leaves in the courtyard fell silently, spreading out a distant red carpet, leading the phoenix crown and the xiaxia, inch by inch, towards the black gauze robe, step by step, into the peace and joy of the rest of life.

"The clouds and temples are cut new green, and the clothes are red. Waiting for the song to stand in the green feast, a colorful cloud will go down to Wufeng. Take advantage of the Luan Feijing, turn around and swallow the sky. Don't turn over the red sleeves and cross the curtain, afraid of being seduced by Yang Hua to marry Dongfeng. ”

But after three bows and nine knocks, Murong Qian held the hand of the light dust, and the eyes under the phoenix candle were as gentle as water: "Light dust, my wife 1 Throughout the ceremony, there was no noise full of friends, only the congratulations of the maids and slaves, not grand, but warm everywhere, turning the expectations in her boudoir, a little bit, into reality." What she wanted, Murong Qian gave her. The new house is called "Peach Blossom Dock", and there is a gurgling stream outside the house, and the bell is in the ears; The house is decorated with clusters of peach blossoms, and the cold fragrance is on the nose. The style is elegant, and it is a little similar to the boudoir in her Situ Mansion. Hu Qingchen bowed his head and was ashamed, Ah Qian, is he afraid that she will not be used to it? Xun Qingchen looked at the intricate patterns on the hem of Murong Qian's clothes, his lips were full of smiles, and he quietly put the corners of the two together, flipped his ten fingers, and tied a concentric knot: "Ah Qian, you, you can't escape 1 Murong Qian grabbed Hun Qingchen's hand, the palm was warm, and he stared at the water cutter pupil affectionately: "Qingchen, it's you, you can't escape 1" Where to escape! Suddenly a strong male voice sounded outside the house, and before they could react, a figure smashed the window, fell in, and rolled black until it reached the skirt of the light dust. The festive atmosphere was suddenly disturbed, Murong Qian put the light dust into his arms, and was about to kick the figure, but the person's face turned around, reflected in the moonlight, Murong Qian's eyes were shocked, and he said in surprise: "Ah Li? How is it you 1 Ah Li raised his face full of scars, trembling and sobbing: "Childe, it's him, he ......" Murong frowned unconsciously: "He? Outside the house, Liuzhu anxiously stopped: "Childe is not a guest today!" You—You can't enter! Can't enter! "I don't think anyone who is long-sighted dares to stop me!" The man's voice was as loud as a bell, and he was so frightened that he whimpered and cried. Murong Qian's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and he snorted coldly: "Let him in!" After a burst of wild laughter, he flashed into a robe of showing off his might: "Congjia, how come you don't know about such a big thing as getting married?" Let me be a witness for my brother! Hahaha...... "Brother Huang is here, it's time!" Murong Qian forcibly endured the anger in his heart, turned his head to look at Hun Qingchen deeply, took her hand and slowly got up, "Come, Emperor E, I've seen His Royal Highness King Yan 1."