Before I knew it, it was the night before I got married.

In the past two days, Xuan Mobao has been hiding in the room, and he doesn't know what he is groping, Xuezhu has called many times, but he has not been able to call people out.

Gradually, the night was shrouded, and the whole Xuanwang Mansion began to be filled with a festive atmosphere.

The subordinates below also cheered, and the subordinates in the palace did not know about the disappearance of King Xuan, only that he might not be able to rush back if he was far away at the border.

And Xuan Mobao, who had been nesting in the room, finally completed a major event, and looked at the cheongsam in his hand with great satisfaction......

Yes, cheongsam!

Cutting by herself, sewing by herself, every stitch and thread is done by herself, she always feels that she must be meticulous in getting married.

At this time, a figure stood outside the window......

Looking at the shadow reflected by the window, the figure couldn't help but smile comfortably.

Mu Nanzheng originally planned to go in, but remembered that they would never be able to meet the day before they got married, so he endured it.

Shaking his head a little funny, for tomorrow's good day, Mu Nanzheng couldn't help but feel a layer of joy and anticipation in his heart.

Watching the people in the house work for a while, walking back and forth, and not knowing what to do, it made him feel satisfied.

It wasn't until late at night that Xuan Mobao turned off the lights, and listening to the steady breath in the room, Mu Nanzheng turned around and left.

Following......

As soon as it was bright, Xuan Mobao was called up by Xuezhu and washed from beginning to end......

When the whole person was still half-asleep and half-awake, he was cleaned up and washed, and finally pushed to the dresser, looking at the person in the bronze mirror, Xuan Mobao was a little energetic.

"Miss, don't sleep, you're going to be busy on this day of marriage."

Xuezhu asked the maids to change her makeup, and put makeup on her herself.

More than an hour later, Xuan Mobao looked at the familiar and strange person in the bronze mirror in front of him, and was in a trance. The whole book

With a little powder, there is a touch of charm and maturity, and the watery eyes are full of three points of charm and calmness at this time.

The small lips were stained with dansin at this time, with a touch of seductive and sensual taste.

At this time, the waist-length green silk was held high by the snow beads at this time, and two exquisite hairpins were pinned.

Looking at himself at this time, Xuan Mobao was also in a trance with an indescribable feeling.

It's finally time to get married......

This is the first time in her life that she has cleaned herself up so ceremoniously and formally, and her every move, word and deed makes her extra careful and looking forward to it.

"Miss, you rest first, and the slave maid will go out to have a look first."

Glancing at the already bright sky at this time, Xuezhu packed up Xuan Mobao, and then solemnly covered his red hijab, whispered, and ran out.

Xuan Mobao sat on the edge of the bed obediently, nervously and nervously put his hands on his knees, and sat upright.

And at this time, the Hou Mansion.

The red color of the lanterns and the jubilant scene all made Mu Nanzheng, the prospective groom, look very easy-going.

From time to time, he has a look that seems to be smiling, but today he is a little more sincere.

A red dress sets off his handsome and elegant temperament at this time, with a touch of easy-going and calm.

It feels like he is more mature and steady, and he is no longer the Mu Nanzheng Mu Shizi who used to only beat people.

Of course, some people are happy and some are worried about Mu Nanzheng's changes.

Mu Houye is really happy to see Mu Nanzheng's changes, and he can smile at anyone all day long.

On the contrary, it was Princess Lingyu, looking at the figure that was circling in the crowd at this time, there was a touch of melancholy and sigh in her eyes.

"Princess, don't think about it. Now that it's a foregone conclusion, why not try to accept it? ”