The Lin family's float stopped faintly in front of the General's Mansion, and Uncle Li looked back with a smile: "Young Master, it's here." ”

Murong Qian was slightly stunned, came back to his senses, looked at the gilded plaque, and squinted his eyes slightly: "General's Mansion? ”

Uncle Li nodded happily: "According to the process set today, young master, you must enter from the General's Mansion and be reviewed by the generals of the National Revolutionary Army before you can go to the Royal Mansion with Miss Wang, under the auspices of the representatives of the two parties, read the marriage oath and exchange rings......"

The more Murong Qian listened, the more bored he felt, and without waiting for Uncle Li to finish speaking, he said "um" softly, and reached out to open the door.

Uncle Li pressed Murong Qian's shoulder, and added in Murong Qian's ear in a serious voice: "Young Master, all the people who came today are dignitaries of the court, you have to be patient!" The Lin Group will be counting on you in the future! ”

Murong Qian's hand stiffened in mid-air, relieved his frowning brows, slowly pushed the door and got out of the car, and stepped onto the red carpet that stretched out amid the sound of salutes.

The long sunset is a ritual of darkness; A cumbersome wedding is a love ceremony.

The rituals of the world are more or less similar, from the top of the bright and glorious to the silence, and from the hustle and bustle to the calm. The so-called congratulations on the New Year is nothing more than a serious farewell to the past.

Murong Qian stepped on the soft red carpet, followed the maple forest towards the evening, and walked towards the palace step by step. The breeze whispered through the autumn leaves, and the laughter in my ears swayed, so close, and so far, jumping and circling in circles. The laughter was thick, and it seemed that someone had sneezed, "Ah Qian!" A thud struck him in the heart.

Murong Qian looked back suddenly, the lights shook gently, and as far as the eye could see, there were only winter maple leaves, so red that they were like blood scabs.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, bright and lonely, and he stood in place in a daze, and he could no longer hear a trace of Ye Yu's rumors.

"Ah Qian!" Another sneeze, tiny and fragmented, caused him to roll his eyes in a daze.

Not far away, the sound of footsteps gradually rose, and the lights "snapped" a few times in the direction of the palace, like five-colored agate, strings, hanging and pressing the branches.

Under the brilliance, a white veil quietly appeared, yes, his bride, Wang Yingying.

She bowed slightly, her eyes fell on the bouquet of roses in her hand, and she let the corolla hang lightly on her cheeks, smiling lightly. It's so unreal, like the moonlight is hazy, more like a light mist, as if the slightest disturbance will be melted away with the weather.

Murong Qian looked at her from afar, as if observing a holy jade bodhisattva, only with heartfelt respect, watching from a distance, not daring to blaspheme at all, close to an inch.

The maidservant girl holding the lamp looked at Murong Qian's stunned expression, couldn't help but smile, and stretched out her hand to guide: "Groom official, please!" ”

Murong Qian was stunned for a moment, lost his soul, smiled a few times, stepped over to invite Wang Yingying's hand, and calmly entered the palace auditorium.

In the center of the auditorium hangs a portrait of Sun Yat-sen, with the party flag of the Communist Party of China on the left side of the portrait and the party flag of *** on the right. The representatives of the two parties were seated on both sides in order according to their official ranks.

Murong Qian and Wang Yingying stood side by side in front of the flower clusters, quietly listening to the congratulatory words of the witnesses: "The two surnames are married, and the contract is signed together, and the good relationship is forever, matching the same name." Look at the peach blossoms burning on this day, it is appropriate to have a room for IKEA, and the melons are full of melons in the year of Bu Ta, and Erchang is blazing. I would like to take the covenant of the white head, and write to the Hongjian, so that the alliance of red leaves will contain the mandarin spectrum. This certificate. ”

Peach blossoms are scorching, and it is suitable for room IKEA; Peach blossoms are scorching, and it is suitable for IKEA.

These words exploded in Murong Qian's mind like thunder, and a peach blossom suddenly appeared in his eyes, and before he could see it clearly, it shattered into petal peach blossoms on Wang Yingying's jade porcelain muscle.