"Nacai, ask for a name, Naji, Naji, ask for a date, welcome a kiss", the ancients did have a lot of rules for marrying, although Peng Yue and Yan Mengyun also knew each other in advance, but they could not miss the number of courtesies, after all, he and Yan Mengyun did not have the same relationship as Ziling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This wedding is even more lively than the last time, after all, the emperor personally gave the marriage, and everyone has to more or less mean it and express that this is also a respect for the emperor's old man!

Of course, with Peng Yue and Yan Song's status in the DPRK today, most officials have to come to sell face, so although Peng Yue's courtyard is large, it is also a little crowded in this kind of scene now.

The guests were full of people and greeted each other with smiling faces, but Peng Yue, who was the groom's official, didn't seem to be very happy, but the most annoying thing was that he couldn't let others see that he was unhappy.

Therefore, Peng Yue tried his best to toast and drink, in the eyes of others, Master Peng is a person who is in good spirits on happy occasions, he is not good at drinking, he can drink so much today, although he has seen that he is full of drunkness...

They didn't know that Peng Yue did this just to have a better night, and if he was drunk, he might be able to cope with the night in the cave room so-so, right? So the more Peng Yue drank, the more excited he became, but as his mental state became more and more confused, Peng Yue's consciousness gradually became confused.

In a trance, Peng Yue actually thought that today's bride was Xue Qi, but in fact, it should have been Xue Qi's, but this happy thought only lasted for a moment before it disappeared, because he saw the smiling but hateful faces of Yan's father and son.

It's a bit ridiculous to think about your two weddings, because on this holy day, you're thinking about another woman. However, Peng Yue didn't feel guilty at this wedding, but reminded himself of more people, Xueqi, Ziling... They are all beautiful. It's lovely...

Of course, Yan Mengyun is also a very good woman, but no matter what the reason, she is not the one she wants, although she is just as kind and beautiful...

Maybe she also has his helplessness. After all, she didn't have a choice, and this was the only thing Peng Yue felt sorry for her in her heart.

At this time, Yan Mengyun, who had already visited Peng Yue, sat quietly on the couch, as if she had been waiting for a long time, trying to move her waist, it was indeed a little sore, but she still didn't move much, after all, the groom had not come in yet, and he had not lifted his red hijab yet.

The candlelight in the house is indescribably warm. Just like Yan Mengyun's mood at this time. Thinking of becoming Peng Yue's bride, Yan Mengyun always couldn't help but feel a burst of joy, because this was her long-standing wish.

Talented women always love fantasy, this sentence is too suitable for Yan Mengyun. Since Peng Yue walked into his heart, Yan Mengyun has often fantasized about the bits and pieces when he was with Peng Yue. The so-called talented and beautiful women are all the same, especially at the age when Yan Mengyun is just beginning to fall in love.

In fact, Yan Mengyun also understands that a good marriage is something that can be met but not sought, and she has no choice at all. can only be resigned, but after meeting Peng Yue. She didn't think so, she wanted to fight for herself, but she didn't have the guts.

So Miss Yan tosses and turns every day, feeling distressed about her future married life, how did that annoying man come into her heart? Sometimes Yan Mengyun doesn't know whether she should worry or be sweet.

Miss Yan seemed to have fallen under a spell. I often waver in a wave of hope and loss, and as a result, I still don't know where I belong.

knew that on that day, my father told me that the emperor had given him a marriage and planned to marry him to Peng Yue. It was the first time that she had lost her temper in front of her father, and as a result, Miss Yan, who was blushing, bowed to her father. He ran away in shame.

God knows how Yan Song sighed helplessly and shook his head when he saw Yan Mengyun's delicate little daughter's performance, and only God knows how many tears of joy Yan Mengyun shed when she returned to the room that day.

Yan Mengyun is very grateful to God, because he gave herself the most perfect ending, at least her thoughts are like this, what is more beautiful in the world than getting what you want? What is more exciting in the world than marrying a wishful man?

So Yan Mengyun sat here quietly, silently waiting for that moment to come. She looked forward to Peng Yue taking off the hijab with her own hands, looking at herself with a happy face, and looking at him with a happy face.

Gradually, she seemed to feel Peng Yue's somewhat heavy footsteps, getting closer and closer, and was walking towards her. Then there was silence, and he was in the room, as if he was standing somewhere silently looking at himself. Thinking of this, Yan Mengyun seemed to be able to smell the slight smell of wine.

Hey? Why didn't he move? I'm embarrassed to stand there staring at myself... Yan Mengyun twisted her body uneasily when she thought that her face was covered by a red hijab.

It's him! Because Yan Mengyun felt that Peng Yue sat on the couch and sat next to him. Oops, why isn't it light or heavy, isn't it drunk?

For a moment... Why do you spend candle nights in the cave room? Thinking of this, Yan Mengyun hurriedly smacked herself, bah, I'm really ashamed, actually... In fact, I'm worried about his body, and alcohol hurts his body! But he should be very happy today, that's why he drank so much wine, and when he thought of this, Yan Mengyun's heart became happy again.

Of course, while Yan Mengyun was thinking about it there, Peng Yue, who was sitting next to him, was also in a mess in his mind. Originally, he wanted to get himself drunk, but for some reason, he drank a lot of wine today, but he couldn't get drunk, but his stomach was uncomfortable...

At this time, Peng Yue, who was still quite conscious, looked at Yan Mengyun, and then looked out the window, and felt a pang of trouble in his heart: How are you going to get through tonight? If only I hadn't been so cowardly, I could have had a few more drinks...

Staring at Yan Mengyun, who was a little squirming on the side, Peng Yue knew that he couldn't sit here until dawn, he was married, and he knew what to do next. I should have picked off her red hijab, drank with her, and then said something considerate to her, and finally...

But Peng Yue didn't want to do anything, he didn't dare to do anything, he just wanted to sit here quietly. Perhaps in the eyes of others, he can be described as a beautiful scenery today, the Son of Heaven gave marriage, the courtiers came to congratulate, and everyone's congratulatory gifts were almost piled up in the courtyard, and he was fortunate to win a ******.

The most important thing is that he married Yan Gelao, the hottest man in today's court. Xia Yan had just left the court, and he was "sideways" with Yan Song again, who has such a blessing! But what looks beautiful on the surface often hides hidden hardships inside.

Peng Yue sometimes thinks that if he is a person with no conscience and only thinks about his own interests in everything, then maybe he doesn't have to be so entangled. But Peng Yue couldn't do it, he still remembered the teachings of Yang Yiqing and others when he first came to this world. If it weren't for that spirit, maybe I wouldn't have been able to get this far...

With a light sigh, Peng Yue retreated from his thoughts, because he heard a gentle sound beside him, it was Yan Mengyun. Yes, if you sit here for one night, do you want someone to sit with you for one night?

Thinking about it carefully, Yan Mengyun should have been sitting here for a long time, right? I've been entertaining outside, but she came in after a few glasses of wine...

Thinking of this, Peng Yue hurriedly picked up the joy scale on the table, ready to pick out the red hijab for her and let her move. But what should I call her? Miss Yan? Mengyun girl? Wife? Some of them are not quite suitable, and some of them are unspeakable...

"Xianggong... You're back...", before Peng Yue could speak, Yan Mengyun called out first, his voice was very soft, but Peng Yue heard it clearly.

"Xianggong?" , yes, it's supposed to be called Xianggong... Peng Yue was in a trance for a while, and his hand holding the hijab was frozen in the air, he really hoped that after lifting the hijab, he would see another face, and he suddenly didn't want to lift the red hijab first...

An idea suddenly flashed through Peng Yue's mind, he slowly put the Xi scale aside, and grabbed one of Yan Mengyun's hands instead, "I'm tired of sitting here, try to move first..."

Yan Mengyun's hand was just held by Peng Yue, and her body trembled subconsciously, but then she realized that this was Peng Yue, her husband. A smile swept across his face, but because of the hijab, no one could see this beautiful smile.

"Xianggong, concubine... The concubine is not tired...", Yan Mengyun responded softly, and moved her body with the trend, but she didn't expect to be numb and painful for a while, and she suddenly fell into Peng Yue's arms.

"Why are you so stupid? Sitting in the house by yourself, you don't know what to do? Peng Yue helped Yan Mengyun up, held her hand and stood up, "Come, take a few steps in the house and move around..."

"Hmm...", Yan Mengyun nodded slightly, and the red hijab also shook back and forth, "Thank you, Xianggong..."

"Okay, don't talk...", Peng Yue held Yan Mengyun's hand tighter, he felt quite shameless, because he regarded the woman next to him as Xueqi in his heart, and regarded this moment as a candle night in the cave room with Xueqi, which is why he refused to lift the red hijab. He was afraid that if he opened it, all his dreams would be gone... (To be continued.) )