Qianwan collected his troops and strode around the corridor and into his room.

When Yueling went upstairs, through the crack in the door, she could still see Xiluo lying on the soft collapse with a mournful face.

Holding a strand of charred hair in his hand, he carried a cloak in his arms, and whispered accusations with tears in his eyes.

"Woo, bad woman......"

"This king will release water and destroy your third-degree priesthood."

"I also have to make a small report to the elders."

“……”

Yueling shook her head, turned around and entered the room from the other side, but she didn't see Xiluo suddenly raise her head, her deep eyes looking thoughtful through the dark veil closed window.

……

Three days later.

The capital of Lingguo, the palace of the imperial daughter.

The house is full of red silk brocade, and the dark red windows on the new paint are covered with carmine veils, which are integrated with the golden laurel tree, which is a little unreal.

The maid in a light pink pleated skirt held up the gilt makeup, bent her knees slightly, and handed it to the female official who was grooming.

The female official skillfully coiled Sun Ying's hair into a phoenix bun, took the phoenix golden step in the makeup, and slowly embedded it in the black hair.

A few bunches of red agate beads hung naturally on her ears and temples, lining her cheeks with more vivid color.

The red silk is dotted, the appliqué is made, and the woman's eyebrows in the mirror are lightly swept, such as Mei Jiaoqiao.

"Noble girl, the honor guard of honor is waiting outside the palace gate."

Sun Ying put on the cloud embroidered xia veil, clasped her hands, and asked quietly, "Lang Jun is here?" ”

The female officer saw her eyebrows and eyes with a look of spring, pursed her lips and snickered, "Don't be anxious, the concubine is naturally waiting on the outer street at this time." ”

Sun Ying nodded.

Some cramped people are twisting Xipa, but the excitement in their hearts can't be hidden.

It's rainy.

The clouds were so dark that there was no daylight at all.

Even if it is a grand scene dressed in red, it inevitably looks a little nondescript.

Outside the palace, shaded by greenery, the staggered branches are also covered with red veils, and from a distance it looks like a peach cloud.

Ling is rich, and the royal family does not dare to snub the marriage and dowry of the princess.

It is enough to see how much the monarch of Ling attaches importance to Shu Yuan.

The streets of the capital have long been crowded with people watching, and thousands of people are empty, just to see this marriage on the cusp.

The dove stood next to the greeting frame, and the pink gauze skirt was charming and moving.

The slanted apricot eyes looked at the female officials who came and went, sparkling, and the smile on her face was the usual softness.

It's just that the smile is a little dry.

Lingyu looked at Shu Yuan on the side and pursed his lips slightly, "City Lord......"

Her voice disappeared into Shu Yuan's gloomy eyes.

Shu Yuan was wearing a crimson wedding dress, with beautiful cloud embroidery, and a gilded crown tied up black hair, all of which were handsome.

He was in tall shape and handsome.

It seems to be innate nobility, just standing there makes people feel as low as dust and difficult to reach.

But today is his day of great joy, but there is no joy in sight.

The expression was indifferent, as if it was a routine.

"The auspicious time has come! Please welcome the noble lady into the chariot. ”

The female officer smiled and helped Sun Ying out.

Sun Ying held a fan to cover her cheeks.

The fingers dyed with Kodan became even fairer and softer, and through the gap, she vaguely saw Shu Yuan walking towards her, and the shame and rouge on her face slowly merged.

"Lang Jun ......"

The female officer reminded softly, "Noble girl, it's time to call your husband." ”

Sun Ying looked away shyly.

The dove clenched his sleeves tightly, and hurriedly lowered his eyes.

Covering the bottom of his eyes, revealing a very shallow unwillingness.

Shu Yuan and Sun Ying's fingers slowly clasped each other and walked towards the sedan chair.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept up.

The honor guard was blown back a few steps, and for a while the formation was chaotic.

The veils tied to the trees were entangled together and fell to the ground in clumps.

This mental power ......

How did she get here?

The dove's pupils shrank, and he looked up suddenly.

The man stepped on the wind, a dark robe that looked a little lonely, his long black hair was neatly pulled up with a hosta, and the rest was lazily draped over his shoulders.

Her face was cold and calm, and she stood coldly in front of the chariot.

The clothes are fluttering, like ghosts born from fire.

As soon as he raised his hand, the flames around him would burn, and the honor guard was trapped in place and could not turn around.

As if burned by the temperature of the flames, or frightened by the inhuman power of Qianwan, Sun Ying turned white and hid in Shu Yuan's arms.

"Husband......

(End of chapter)