Almost everyone in the capital of the Moon Kingdom knew that their regent was going to marry the princess, and the news had even spread in all directions. But although the parties don't have to handle everything personally, Zuoqiu Wenfeng is indeed too plain.

First, this Mo Xiaoyi is the princess of Gongsun Ye, although she has set a precedent for Hugh in history, but Gongsun Ye is extremely calm. Second, Mo Xiaoyi didn't really want to marry him, he felt very unhappy. Thirdly, he used coercive means to prick her with needles to control her actions, although he never felt that he was ruthless, but at this moment he was facing a woman who was beneficial to him and harmless, and he felt that he was really a little indiscriminate now.

On October 15th, the imperial city was full of joy inside and outside, the regent's palace was full of lights, and the door was like a city, because the bride was married from the palace, so the wedding was held in the palace, and at the same time, according to the custom here, the ancestors were also worshipped. Therefore, the palace is also lively.

Qian Zimo sat in front of the dresser and was fiddled with by a few old grandmothers, looking at herself reflected in the yellowed bronze mirror, she was in a trance, thinking that she was ready to get married in her previous life, but she was pried into the corner by her best friend. When she wore a wedding dress for the first time in her life, she took a fancy to Moli's appearance and property, although the groom left him in front of the chapel and ran away, but she had to admit that she was really fascinated by Moli's prosperous beauty. The second time I got married, it was actually ridiculous. She actually used such a stupid method at that time, but the head of the Xie family, who was fooled by her stupid method, was even more stupid! The third real marriage was when she married Gongsun Jiuye, and at that time, she didn't think that she would care so much about him later. And this marriage, I don't know, what kind of situation will it be. She really doesn't have hope for her marriage, but it seems that every time she gets married, she is forced, and none of them are voluntary for her.

"Princess, look at it, this head should be matched with that step shake." An old lady held a few jade in one hand and a few gold steps in the other, and placed them on the dresser in front of her, waiting for her to choose.

Qian Zimo just glanced at her coldly, and didn't intend to answer, and the old lady didn't feel embarrassed, and after muttering a few words to the person behind her, she picked a pair of golden steps carved into a phoenix, carefully inserted her into a bun, and then painted her eyebrows, painted her lips, smeared rouge, and made up very naturally, Qian Zimo looked at herself in the mirror, she looked stupid. I usually don't wear makeup, but I look very beautiful, but now that I wear makeup, this face is so beautiful that there are no words to describe it.

Just when Qian Zimo was confused by his beauty, his neck suddenly felt sinking, and in an instant, there was only a red scenery in front of him.

Although the customs of marriage in the country of Chayue are not much different from those of Zhu Ziguo, there is one thing that is a little different, that is, in Zhu Ziguo, the bride goes straight to her husband's house along the main road. In the country of Chayue, the sedan chair carrying the bride had to go around the imperial city.

Qian Zimo sat speechlessly in the rickety sedan chair, enduring the weight of the phoenix crown made of gold, which was said to be hollowed out, her own body knew that the current normality was just caused by the acupuncture points on her body with needles, but, in this way, she was not only frozen and unable to move, but even her keen senses were closed. What's more, when Zuoqiu heard the wind and instructed someone to give her an injection, he didn't think about her life safety at all. Thinking of this, Qian Zimo lowered her eyes and glanced at the middle finger of her left hand wrapped in red gauze, where was a blood mark cut by Zuoqiu Wenfeng's own hands, almost dripping a bowl of blood, and at the same time, she felt as if her soul was about to come out of her shell.

Suddenly, she felt the palanquin pause for a moment. She wanted to ask something, but the sedan chair was already walking steadily. Because there are needles in the acupuncture points of the body. She couldn't sleep, so she had to close her eyes and recuperate.

A big red sedan chair was carried to the gate of the palace, and a petite and delicate bride was supported by Xi Po and walked down, slowly walking on the red carpet, walking step by step in the rules of the palace.

In a vast land, colorful chrysanthemums compete to bloom, red and yellow. Green, white, although the colors are varied, they are not vulgar, but they are very fresh and refined because of the depression season in the distance.

In the vast sea of flowers, a handsome man in a red wedding dress and a man in purple clothes were looking at the big red sedan chair that was slowly coming.

When the sedan chair stopped in front of a red carpet, he couldn't help the excitement in his heart to the sedan door, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, raised his foot and kicked twice in front of the sedan door, and then, a Xi Po helped the bride down, the excitement in his heart calmed down a little, Xi Po put the two ends of a red ribbon tied with a big red flower into the hands of the two, and the bride pulled the red silk end and slowly followed the man forward.

Today's wind was a little strong, blowing the corner of her hijab, Qian Zimo squinted at it, but did not see the guests in her impression, but a chrysanthemum competing to bloom.

Could it be that Zuoqiu wants to have a different wedding? No wonder she always felt a little eerily quiet all the way.

The purple-clothed boy looked at the bride in a red wedding robe gently, and smiled, but no one could see it. The sadness and bitterness in his eyes, as well as the indescribable sadness and loneliness. Glancing at the handsome man who was also wearing a big red wedding robe and a red jade crown, his heart sank a little more. Perhaps, this is fate.

The corner of the groom's mouth hooked up an evil smile, and he looked at the man dressed in purple, he was actually very unhappy! Because, the man in front of him made him deeply jealous! Dressed in red, he looks so detached, free and uninhibited, and when he changes into a purple dress, he also changes his temperament. At this time, he looked like a noble prince, full of extravagance, natural atmosphere, and a pair of clear eyes seemed to see through everything in the world.

Nanfeng Yu sighed helplessly. Waving his hand to one of the palanquin bearers who had carried the sedan chair before, the man stepped forward and saluted slightly, because it was arranged in advance, he naturally knew everything. Therefore, when the newcomer walked up to them, he and Nan Fengyu stood aside.

"Worship heaven and earth."

The groom glanced at the bride beside him affectionately, and saw that Xi Po knelt down with her arms, so he relieved himself and knelt down.

"Two worship the high hall."

"Husband and wife worship each other."

"Licheng."

Finally finished worshipping, but the newlyweds were still standing in place in a daze, in a trance, listening to a feeling of being in a different world, and the two of them were full of bitterness in their hearts.