Yao Minglang picked up the wedding dress and handed it to him.

Yao Jinhao took the clothes and glanced at the two of them reluctantly, turned around the screen to change, and waited for half a ring, he came out from behind the screen, and it was eye-catching.

"It's not pretty handsome."

Yao Qingqing doesn't think the clothes are feminine, and they are also men's models, but they are a little looser than the strong clothes, and they are married, they are all bright red, and everything is the same, which is a joy of the picture.

"Just you can talk." Yao Jinhao flicked his sleeves, it really didn't look so ugly to wear.

Yao Qingqing raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Today, the little uncle and the eldest father are going to entertain guests at home, and Jing Wu and I can go to the palace to have a good time." ”

"You have to go, if you don't go to the little uncle's wedding, won't the little uncle hurt you in vain all these years."

"A must." Yao Qingqing nodded heavily.

The sun slowly rose in the early morning, and the sound of gongs and drums and cheers of the people came from the streets.

Immediately ignited, crackling sound deafening.

"It's coming, it's coming, the young master is here." Yingcui hurriedly ran into the room.

Yao Qingqing's eyes lit up: "Second uncle, little uncle, slow down, I'll meet the future little aunt." ”

"Hey...... Xiao Qingqing, you have to be merciful. When Yao Jinhao heard this, he immediately grabbed her.

"Who was angry just now, I'm angry with my little uncle now, why can't I be reluctant?" Yao Qingqing's joking eyebrows were raised.

Yao Jinhao glared at him with a red face: "Stinky girl." ”

"Hehe, stinky girl, stinky girl, I'll go to the front door." Yao Qingqing smiled and broke open Yao Jinhao's arm, sliding like a rabbit.

After the firecrackers were set off at the front door, Fenglian's greeting people had already arrived outside the door.

Feng Lian got down from the dragon sedan chair, stood at the gate of the Yao family, looked at the closed door, and smiled on her face, no one came out to greet her, not to mention why the door was still closed?

Everyone was also strange about the scene in front of them, and the onlookers were even more puzzled, their eyes fell on the lord of the country, could it be that the Yao family wanted to regret their marriage?

"Your Majesty, you look at ......" The Xi Po who followed was also the first time to see the closed door.

Feng Lian frowned: "Go and call the door." ”

"Yes." Xi Po responded, turned around and hurriedly trotted to the door, knocking on the door: "The lord of the country is here to greet the relatives, the lord of the country is here to greet the relatives." ”

The door knocked several times but still no one opened the door, and Xi Po turned her head to look at Feng Lian with an embarrassed face.

Feng Lian's face was gloomy, what the hell was going on?

The onlookers bowed their heads and discussed, the lord of the country was turned away from the wedding, what does this Yao family mean?

Feng Lian walked up the steps, looked at the closed door, and felt a fire in her heart.

"Ahem." There was a cough from inside the door.

The sound of coughing came into Feng Lian's ears, and she suddenly understood: "Yao Qingqing, what the hell are you doing." ”

"The country wants to marry my little uncle, so simple for you, my little uncle, the girl to be married, isn't it in vain." Yao Qingqing cleared his throat and said.

"What do you want?"

"Huh? If you want to marry my little uncle, sing a song to listen. Yao Qingqing couldn't help but smile.

Feng Lian's face darkened a little when she heard this: "Singing? ”

"Yes."

"No, it won't." Feng Lian stared at the closed door, thinking more about splitting it with one palm.

"If you don't sing, you won't be able to pick up this person today." Yao Qingqing said gracefully.

"You ......"

"Sing it or not, you choose."

Feng Lian kicked the door in annoyance, singing, where can she sing!

PS: I wish you all a happy Christmas Eve, remember to eat apples, Christmas Eve will be more tonight.