There are no palace maids who come and go in the hall to serve, and the red veil of the huge inner hall is fluttering, and the furnace is blazing, but there are only a few palace maids wearing red and green to guard on the side.

The bride in the big red dress sat on the phoenix bed, the gauze tent was half-hanging, the bead curtain was dingdong, and the woman's figure was straight, without any tiredness.

Although she was wearing a complicated bridal dress and a heavy bridal headdress, she still showed a graceful and slender figure, slender and straight, and a little more heroic than other women.

If it is really seen by the Ministry of Rites or people outside, they will be very strange, why is the empress married in the shape of a bride, instead of the emperor's wedding costume?

But no one in this quiet hall questioned it, and they even thought it was very normal. _ _ Ya > Wen Bar ·.

Time passes little by little, the crescent moon hangs in the west, hanging low on the eaves of the palace, the iron horse under the corridor is blown by the steep spring breeze, and the plum blossoms planted in the vat exude a faint fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.

A figure flashed through the layers of the palace like a ghost, evaded the heavy guards, and then landed on the top of the Taiji Hall like a big black bird.

He paused for a moment, then went down again, landing behind the Taiji Hall.

Although there were several secret guards here, no one heard his voice or saw his trace, and finally he landed smoothly in the Taiji Hall. >> Yawen Bar_ _ ·''.-y-a-·e·n=8=.=c=o=m

The ladies in the hall were quiet, and the figure was quieter than them, and they fell into a deep sleep when they dodged around.

In a short period of time, the entire Tai Chi Hall fell into complete silence.

Except for the wind blowing the iron horse under the corridor, except for the slight crisp sound of the bead curtain blown by the wind entering the hall, except for the sound of the charcoal fire in the smoke cage in the hall and the curling aroma, the whole hall was quiet, and no one seemed to exist.

Then he came to the inner sanctum, where the bride was.

The bride seemed to be a little tired, leaning on the bedpost, her long hijab hanging down, the beautiful tassels swaying lightly in front of her eyes, and the dragon and phoenix candles with the thickness of her arms next to her were burning happily, and the red tears flowed for a long time, but they were tears of joy, and she would rather burn all night until dawn.

The man stood in the shadow of the lamp, his slender figure, dragging out the coldness of the ground, and he took off the hat on his head, revealing a beautiful face.

A man, but he is as beautiful as a fairy, especially in such a quiet night, no matter how noisy it is outside, but here and now, it seems to be quiet because of him.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting his stunning blackness, the clear light on his face condensed into a peerless appearance, and his dark eyes were full of light.

He walked forward step by step, and at this time the bride on the phoenix bed snorted, "Who! Then she rolled over and went into the bed, and by the way, the yellow and red veil fell down and hung down in front of her.

The man stood two feet away from the phoenix bed, secretly clenched his fists, and his voice was cold and tender, "Mingzhu, it's me." ”

Someone who came, it was naturally Xiao Xian, Xiao Xian that Shen Mingzhu was thinking about.

Shen Mingzhu in the phoenix bed said coldly: "It turned out to be King Yan, fortunately, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The voice was incomparably cold and indifferent, and there seemed to be no emotion at all, as if the two were not husband and wife, but enemies.

Xiao Xian's heart twitched, he still overestimated himself, he didn't seem to be able to bear even the slightest indifference from her to him, let alone the strangeness of being like a passerby.