Standing on the city wall, looking in the direction of the woman in blue covered with light veils leaving, the bottomless profundity was revealed in the eyes of Beiming's face.

Gentle and elegant, this young son of heaven has an excellent temperament, and everyone feels that it is not a wise choice for Emperor Xuan Bei Styx to choose him to inherit the throne.

Maybe he is a good person, but as an emperor, his character may be too weak to fight against the Gu family at all, let alone help the first emperor complete his will to suppress the Gu family and regain power.

Emperor Xuan's death in the Northern Stygian Sea suddenly, Beiyingyan hurriedly succeeded to the throne, whether this heir was hand-picked by Emperor Xuan, and whether someone secretly did something, the world does not know, and even the cause of Emperor Xuan's death has become a mystery......

"Your Majesty, it's cold, put on your cloak!" A eunuch who looked to be about forty or so held a black cloak and walked behind Bei Ming Yan, this person was the personal eunuch of Bei Ming, named Wu Qing.

"Good!" Casually took the cloak down, and Bei Mingyan responded lightly.

"Which lady's palace is the emperor going to tonight?" Taking advantage of Bei Yingyan's efforts to wear a cloak, Wu Qing asked casually.

There was no response, Bei Mingyan just stood in the distance, and the figure of the woman in blue had already disappeared from sight, at this moment, even Bei Mingyan himself didn't know where he was looking.

If the depth in the eyes of this young man at this time is seen, the world must have another understanding of him.

"Go back to the study, tonight, I want to be alone!" I don't know how long he was silent, Bei Mingyan finally spoke, and when the words fell, he turned around and left from the city wall.

The Imperial Study.

Bei Mingyan was in a daze at the white handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms in his hand, because this handkerchief made him and her form an indissoluble fate.

"In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust!" He knew that she liked plum blossoms very much, and perhaps, the nobility of plum blossoms was also her unique quality.

She is a complete beauty, and she has a different worldly nobility, it seems that she is completely different from those women in his harem who chase fame and fortune, how can he not be moved in the slightest.

Maybe at the moment of the first encounter, Bei Yingyan's heart had already sunk, but it was just ...... She never seemed to belong to him, just like this veil, which should not have belonged to him.

Tomorrow, she will become someone else's bride, and this handkerchief, it's time to return it to its original owner, a sad color flashed in her eyes, Bei Mingyan tightened her fist, and the snow-white handkerchief was immediately crumpled together.

Ten miles of red makeup, horse-drawn carriages lined up from the street to the end of the street, countless rose petals were scattered on the roadside, and even the branches and leaves of the trees were covered with red ribbons.

The crowd surged, and the people in the city rushed one after another, vying to see this grand and special wedding that is rare in a century.

Bei Mingchen was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, riding a white horse, slowly passing in the sight of everyone, the black hair like ink was coiled high above his head, under the eyebrows like a sword, a pair of peach blossom eyes were bright, the bridge of the nose was high, and the thick and thin lips were filled with a faint smile.

The facial features are as three-dimensional as a carving, as if walking out of a painting, such a beautiful man, just seeing one, is like a spring breeze.

If it weren't for the notorious nature of the Northern Underworld, no one would have been able to associate such a beautiful man with words like "cruel and tyrannical".

The sound of firecrackers and people's discussions are endless, but this festive and lively sky has nothing to do with He Muwan sitting in a sedan chair.

After the dinner, when all the guests dispersed, Bei Mingchen was slightly drunk, swaying his body, and he walked quickly towards the new house. Pushing the door open roughly, seeing the bride sitting at the head of the bed waiting for him, the corners of Bei Mingchen's mouth hooked an evil smile.

Walking forward, Bei Mingchen casually picked up the weighing rod on the table, and gently picked it up, and the red yarn on He Muwan's head immediately slipped off.

The eyes are clear and bright, the eyebrows are beautiful, the cherry mouth is red like a peony, the pretty is like the peach blossom of three springs, and the chrysanthemum is as beautiful as the chrysanthemum of nine autumns.

She has always had light makeup, but it is rare to see a slightly stronger dress, but it has a different flavor, and with a little bit of wine, Bei Mingchen was stunned.

It wasn't until he was stung by the sadness in He Muwan's eyes that he came back to his senses, "Beloved, I personally decreed that I would marry you to another man, isn't it a good feeling?" The corners of his lips hooked, and Bei Mingchen mocked.