Murong Qian nodded, shook his head and said, "In my previous life, I was the ancient emperor - Shun!" ”

"Shun?"

Xun Qingchen stared at Murong Qian's peach blossom eyes, looked at it, and suddenly, "poof"

A laugh burst out, "I said Murong Gongzi, do you think that you are the ancient emperor?" ”

"What, don't believe me?"

Murong Qian wasn't annoyed, just bent a pool of clear eyes, "Okay, let me ask you, what is the name of Shun's wife?" ”

"Emperor E......"

Hun Qingchen's eyes jumped, he reacted, and stretched out his fingers to flick Murong Qian's head, "Okay, you!" Trying to tease me, aren't you? ”

"What's teasing you?"

Murong tilted his head, his amber peach blossom eyes widened, and he said innocently, "My wife is Emperor E!" Then I'm not Shun, what is it? ”

"You, you! I can't help you! ”

After chuckling for a while, he stared at his white face, and gradually stopped his playful thoughts, and his eyes were unconsciously filled with a layer of confusion, and slowly, he sighed.

Ah Qian said that she was his wife?

However, the three books and six rituals all flowed away gently in her sleep.

Since she opened her eyes, she has become Princess Zheng!

No matter how prosperous and grand Liuzhu portrayed the wedding three years ago, she couldn't perceive the slightest bit of joy and glory.

She said unconsciously: "Ah Qian, I always feel that this qiē is so unreal, hazy, as if I am listening to her story." I still can't fully believe that I've become your wife! ”

"Not now!"

Murong Qian pondered for a moment, "Although there is a personal welcome, you and I have not performed the worship ceremony......

"Didn't go to church?"

Hu Qingchen's eyes sank, and his heart suddenly understood.

Yes, she was in a coma at the time, how could she salute?

Presumably, the emperor only needs Miss Situ to marry into King Zheng's mansion in style, as for the number of gifts after welcoming him, it is naturally possible to save it!

However, before the ceremony was completed, she and him could not be considered husband and wife!

Staying in this Zheng Wang's Mansion, what is she?

Murong Qian looked at Hun Qingchen's gloomy eyes, smiled and put his hand on Hun Qingchen's shoulder, and said solemnly: "So it's hindering... I want to marry again.1 Qingchen was shocked and suspicious, and said strangely: "Remarry? "That's right! Last time, it was King Zheng who married Miss Situ, and this time, it was Murong Qian who married Hun Qingchen 1 Hun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian's serious appearance, and didn't feel it: "Ah Qian, you tease me again 1" What you just watched is the hypnotic poem I gave you! Murong raised his eyebrows and smiled, without explaining too much, "Okay! It's time for you to freshen up! After finishing speaking, Murong Qian put down the paperwork, stretched out his robe, got up and left in a dashing manner. Xun Qingchen was stunned there, watching him dissipate in the back of the screen, wondering in his heart, hypnotic poetry? Does Ah Qian really want to welcome him again? As soon as Murong Qian's front foot left, Liuzhu entered the door happily with the board, walked to the dresser and stopped, and bowed to the stunned Hun Qingchen: "Miss, you should change your clothes and freshen up 1 Hun Qingchen's eyes touched the clothes on the board, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said in surprise: "Feng Guanxia?" "Ah, he's serious!" Hurry, Miss! Don't let your uncle wait in a hurry! "Liuzhu, this is ...... What's going on? "Miss, do you really not know what your son wants?" Liuzhu covered his mouth and smiled, "You don't know, the prince wanted to take care of you, and he didn't want you to be criticized, so he would propose to the emperor!" But the prince knows that the ceremony of worship is the expectation of all women, and he must not be hasty, so he promised the Buddha that when you wake up, it will be the day when you two visit the church and get married. This phoenix crown and xia curtain were also prepared early, different from the ordinary wedding clothes and hats, this is based on the painting made by Murong Gongzi, and it is made little by little! There is also this acacia fan is also a stroke of the child's pen...... "Hun Qingchen's heart touched, gently lifted the quilt and got up, followed the words of the beads, stretched out her hand to twist the fan on the case, she looked at the delicate colorful phoenix on the fan cut by the bright moon, and looked at the peach blossom face in the mirror without powder, and slowly pulled out the joy on her lips, quietly, sat down in front of the dresser: "Dressing 1."