After the ceremony, it was almost noon, and Liang Huanqing was helped by the bride to Linlang Garden to wait for the royal family's welcoming convoy to pick her up.

Liang Xiao was wearing gold armor, wearing a red flower on his crotch, and he was energetic and waited at the gate of the mansion with a group of soldiers, and as soon as King Jing's convoy arrived, he escorted Liang Huanqing to get married.

His hand holding the reins was slightly sweaty, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the door, and he sat on the horse like pins and needles, and his heart was uncomfortable.

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The palace has been restless since early in the morning, and there is no housekeeper in charge of the palace on weekdays, all relying on the chess alone, usually there is not much to do, but now the prince is married, and the chess will get up before dawn to prepare, fortunately, Concubine Mei is not at ease, and arranged for the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tianjian to send someone to help, and Concubine Mei Palace also supported a few aunts in charge of the past, and everything is okay.

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A long roar, the palace door opened, out of which ran out a team of royal forest troops, standing on the left and right of the palace gate, in the middle of the drive out of a few bright yellow embroidered gold silk seats, is to the emperor, Concubine Mei, princess, prince and his concubine together out of the palace to Jingwang Mansion to watch the ceremony.

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"Lord Wang." Si Nanping tied the big red flower on Qi Jingqin's chest, and instructed, "When the time comes, just do what Mama said yesterday." ”

The ceremonial officer on the side also smiled and nodded in agreement.

Qi Jingqin was wearing a big red straight wedding dress at this time, with a gold silk spider pattern belt of the same color tied around his waist, his black hair was tied up and fixed with a gilt crown, his slender body was quite straight, and the whole person was handsome and inherently noble, still like a fairy, which made people feel unattainable and low to dust.

Wearing an embroidered gold official hat, inlaid with a big ruby in the center, surrounded by a pure gold pattern edge, shining in the sun, walking and strolling, the forbidden jade jade worn on the waist is dazzling, like a celestial person.

Qi Qi also wore a festive horse and walked in front, the ceremonial officer shouted that the auspicious time had arrived, Qi Jingqin rode a high-headed horse and walked at the front of the team, his expression was indifferent, and the warm sun at noon made him frown slightly, but it did not affect his amazing appearance at all.

The carpet of red brocade has already been laid, and the ladies standing on both sides of the carpet are spreading the petals in the sky where the procession passes.

The floral scent soaks in the air and creates a captivating fragrance. The continuous red carpet shows an incomparably noble status.

In this spring-like, bright and clear day, this red and intoxicating color reflects an unforgettable scene in the eyes of many ladies in the capital.

White horses, handsome sons, ten miles of red makeup, the city is celebrated.

Along the way, hundreds of people gathered on both sides of the road, and the servants in the palace swayed their money and sugar, and the people cheered in unison.

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Liang Huanqing, who was sitting in Linlang Garden, wore a Xipa decorated with Nanzhu like rice grains, covering the upper half of her face, revealing only a cherry-sized red lip, she sat on the edge of the bed and waited, holding the handkerchief tightly in her hand, nervous to the point of sweating slightly.

She is full of red lotus, red clothes and hands, under the brocade cover, and she is shy.

A red wedding dress reflected her peach-like face, and her eyes flashed with brilliant brilliance.

Red lips and bright teeth, revealing a touching charm in his gestures. The fair skin is as white as the moonlight, the slender waist is like a tight silk belt, and the ten fingers are like the tips of fresh onions.

The phoenix crown on his head and the pearls on his body shine in the candlelight, as if fifteen is full of lanterns on the street.

In front of the dresser with the lingering red gauze tent, a sunflower-shaped copper mirror reflects the reflection of people, the phoenix crown is beautiful, the red lips are bright, the waist is like a tight silk belt, and the ten fingers are like the tips of fresh onions. The bright red hijab can cover a thousand lines of tears, and what can't be covered is the reluctance to be reluctant to his father and brother wrapped like silk threads.

She seemed to hear the sound of the gongs and drums of the royal convoy, getting closer and closer.

"Miss, it's time to get into the sedan chair." Xi Niang happily pushed the door in and reminded Liang Huanqing.

Yuebai helped Liang Huanqing to get up, stepped on the threshold of Linlang Garden, walked through the majestic corridor of the General's Mansion, and passed by the flowers that she felt were mundane.

The wives and ladies of the official family, the bride and the little maids around them all smiled, congratulated and said good wishes.

Liang Huanqing walked in the cheers of everyone, she wore a red hijab, she couldn't see the road ahead, she could only see herself walking through the familiar green bricks one by one, and gradually walked out of the general's mansion.

When I arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion, I could clearly feel the crowd buzzing.

The royal palace's greeting procession was ten miles long, Qi Jingqin rode a high-headed horse at the front of the team, and more than a dozen followers behind him carried a precious gilt sedan chair, and the top lid hung down a variety of tassels made of pure gold, and the fiery red drapery was embroidered with the auspicious pattern of the dragon and phoenix, shining in the sun.

The onlookers did not want to come and see the scene of the prince's marriage.

Xi Niang took out a tray from the back, on which was placed a fan, and whispered to Liang Huanqing with a smile: "Miss, it's time to lose the fan." ”

Throwing a fan, when a woman gets married, throws out a fan at the door of the house, signaling that she loses her bad temper as a young lady, and can be a good lady when she gets along with her husband in the future, and the husband and wife are harmonious and loving.

Losing the fan also means losing your identity and past when you were in your parents' home.

Qi Jingqin looked at Liang Huanqing who was standing at the door of the mansion, she raised her hand to pick up the fan on the tray, and Yuebai couldn't cry at this time.

Liang Huanqing held the group fan, and could vaguely see the appearance of this group fan through the red hijab, it was she who was holding the dancing group fan that year, Liang Huanqing instantly burst into tears, and her hand was tightly holding the group fan and was unwilling to let go.

Liang Fengmian stood at the gate of the mansion accompanied by Uncle Liang to watch, he held back his tears, and couldn't bear to see his daughter drop the fan on the sedan chair, and Uncle Liang on the side was already in tears, and his sleeves were full of tears.

Mrs. Qin was also secretly wiping her tears on the side, Qin Ruilan's nose was sour, if it was her, she would definitely be reluctant.

The band of the palace played tirelessly playing joy, and the people on the side were also looking forward to Liang Huanqing getting on the sedan chair.

On the side, Xi Niang reminded softly: "Miss, it's time to lose the fan." ”

The bride is used to seeing the newlyweds' reluctance to her family, but in the end, it is the girl's parents who are up, and every time she sees this scene, she is somewhat moved.

Liang Huanqing sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes, drawing a faint mark on his pink cheeks.

She turned to one side, threw the fan into the door of the house, and walked to the gorgeous gilt sedan chair without looking back.

A gust of wind blew, Liang Huanqing walked quickly, as if there were phoenix petals secretly scattered into her wide sleeves, and the bewitching skirt gently rose and fell with the breeze, as if surging boundless blood, and like a flame burning in the sky, rolling from the depths of the red dust, as if it was about to burn out this prosperity.

Yuebai and Xi Niang helped her to the sedan chair, and the fan fell to the ground, and the handle of the jade fan fell in half, and the crisp sound of the jade shattering could be heard in the lively crowd.

Hearing the sound of jade shattering, Liang Huanqing's body was about to get on the sedan chair and paused, and quickly turned to look at the folding fan, along with his father and family members who were married at the gate of the mansion.

Liang Fengmian couldn't hold back his emotions at this time, he secretly wiped his tears with his back to everyone, Liang Bo did not hide his reluctance at all, and kept wiping his tears, Mrs. Qin had already cried pear blossoms with rain.

She is obviously in Beijing, not life and death, but she is as painful as tearing her heart.

Liang Lian's eyes were moist and slightly red, but he pinched his nose and turned his gaze away, unable to bear to see the separation scene again.

The royal band is still playing tirelessly with joy, the accompanying ladies are fluttering, and the onlookers are also talking non-stop, Qi Jingqin looked at this scene, his heart also throbbed slightly, and he didn't know what mood he was.

Xi Niang reminded softly: "Miss, it's time to get on the sedan chair, don't miss the auspicious time." ”

Yuebai looked at Liang Huanqing with a worried face: "Miss..."

Liang Huanqing turned around, nodded, and the two helped her get into the sedan chair.

The onlookers cheered and applauded, and for a time the gongs and drums were noisy, and the firecrackers rang out in unison.

More than a dozen attendants carried the gorgeous gilt sedan chair and walked steadily towards the palace.

When you see you again on this trip, everyone should call her Princess Jing.