In the blink of an eye, on the eighth day of the sixth month, the emperor and queen got married.

On this day, the whole mansion has been lit up, and the vermilion lacquer gate is like a city just after dawn.

The official road was full of honor guards, which stretched for several miles.

The sound of suona was in the ears, and the people who came to congratulate him surrounded the gate of the Hou Mansion.

Ming Ran sat in front of the brass mirror, and Mrs. Ming curled her hair behind her.

She was dressed in a nine-phoenix flying embroidered gold dress, and there was a crown of phoenix wings and nine-tailed crown on the dressing table, which was noble and gorgeous, flashing with dazzling light.

Madame Ming's eyes gradually turned red, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she put the phoenix crown on Ming's dyed hair bun and gently helped her up.

"My dye, it's so beautiful."

The face of Ming Dye was covered with delicate makeup, and tears slid down his cheeks, leaving a tear stain.

Mrs. Ming hurriedly turned around and picked up the gouache and touched up her makeup, "Today is a big day for the whole country to celebrate, don't cry." ”

Ming Ran held back tears and shook his head.

In fact, last night, she had already bowed to Mrs. Ming and Marquis Ning Yuan, and today she is the mother of a country in the Heavenly Empire, and she can't bow to her courtiers, so last night, she will bow down.

"Dye Er understands that her mother will take care of herself in the future."

Mrs. Ming squinted her eyes and smiled: "I can enter the palace at any time, and I am not like a mother and daughter in an ordinary family, and I can't see each other when I get married." ”

Meiran nodded.

"Alright, the auspicious time is coming, let's go to the door."

Mrs. Ming stood behind Ming Ran, Fuyue and Aunt Zhu stepped forward, one left and one right, helped her up, and slowly walked towards the door.

The heavy phoenix crown on her head and the heavy dress on her body made her extremely uncomfortable.

She took small steps, her steps were calm, her face was indifferent, and she walked towards the gate of the mansion step by step.

As soon as I walked through the backyard, I could hear the noise of the front yard.

As soon as this noble figure appeared, the noise at the gate suddenly stopped, and they bowed down one after another, making way for a big road.

Ming Ran stepped forward elegantly, exuding a noble temperament on his body, so that the people around him did not dare to look directly and bowed their heads to greet him.

She walked to the gate and walked in front of Ning Yuanhou, "Dad." ”

Ning Yuanhou smiled reluctantly at the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed with tears, and he said softly: "Take good care of yourself, the Hou Mansion will always stand behind you." ”

At present, there are many people, Ning Yuanhou doesn't dare to say more, what should be said, he said it last night, and the reluctance in his heart is difficult to express, this is the young lady who is favored by his Hou Mansion, and after all, he has another belonging.

I hope that his dyeing child will not blame him. He is the master of the entire Hou Mansion, and sometimes he has to be thoughtful.

Although it is for the sake of the overall situation, although his dyer has become the most noble woman in the world, he is still reluctant.

Ming Ran swept around the door, and seeing Ming Zhan with her head down, she walked up to him, "Big brother." ”

Ming Zhan raised his head, "Queen Mother." ”

"In the future, the Hou Mansion will depend on you."

"Please rest assured that guarding the Hou Mansion is what Ming Zhan should do." His gaze was resolute, and there was obvious reluctance.

The salute procession on the official road began to play music, and the firecrackers rang out in unison, which was deafening.

She walked lightly and walked towards the phoenix on the official road. Taking the last stone step, she looked back at the plaque of the Marquis Mansion of Ningyuan, and after taking a deep look, she looked at the gate of the Marquis Mansion, where Mrs. Ming led a group of ladies in the mansion and stood at the door, respectfully and politely.

And Marquis Ning Yuan followed behind him, escorting Ming Ran into the palace with the guard of honor.

Mingran's tears couldn't hold back, and when he was about to fall, he gritted his teeth and turned around, and was supported by Aunt Zhu and stepped into the phoenix.

The big red light veil around the phoenix bowl covers the figure of Ming Dye, which is faint and cannot be seen clearly.

Mingran looked ahead, upright and generous.

Feng Bao started, and behind him was a mighty team, carrying dowries, escorted by the forbidden army, and accompanied by hundreds of officials.

Such a battle only appeared more than 20 years ago, on the wedding day of the first emperor and the queen mother.

The official road leading to the palace was held by the forbidden army, and the road was unimpeded, and two hours later, the phoenix arrived at the altar of the sacrifice.

Xiao Yiqian was dressed in a flying dragon soaring dress, wearing a golden crown and tied his hair, standing under the hundred-step stone steps of the sacrificial rooftop, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of anticipation to stare at Ming Ran walking down from the phoenix.

On both sides stood the ministers of the DPRK and China, standing in turn, bowing to greet them.

Aunt Zhu bowed down to help Ming Ran, and a group of palace people behind her led the skirt behind her.

Ming Ran smiled slightly, looked at Xiao Yiqian, and walked towards him step by step.

Walking in front of him, her eyes inadvertently swept to the ministers on both sides, and the figure at the front instantly grabbed all her gaze.

Her smile froze, and she subconsciously slowed down her pace, her eyes stopped at him and couldn't move.

How could she forget that Xiao Yichen would be here today, he didn't even raise his head, and he couldn't see the look on his face.

Aunt Zhu reminded her in a whisper beside her, Ming Ran came back to her senses, withdrew the tears that had just welled up in her eyes, looked at Xiao Yiqian again, raised a moving smile, and quickened her pace.

Xiao Yiqian stretched out his long arm towards her, and Ming Ran gently covered his hand, he held it with one hand, and there was some fine sweat in his palm, which met with Ming Ran's cold palm.

She stood beside him, and he smiled and took her by the hand.

The two walked side by side and walked up the stone steps.

The lowly officials all knelt down, waiting for the emperor and queen to step on the altar.

The two of them stood at the top.

The music around and the sound of firecrackers in the distance all filled Mingran's ears, her eyes drooped, and she turned to look at Xiao Yichen, from beginning to end, he didn't raise his head, he didn't look at her.

Li Shihai read the auspicious words aloud, she looked tired and unable to listen, Xiao Yiqian held her hand and used some strength slightly.

Ming Ran came back to his senses, and looked at him apologetically.

Xiao Yiqian smiled faintly, and stood on the highest altar with her, condescending, looking at the world.

Ming Ran looked down at the hundred officials below, including Marquis Ning Yuan, and the uncle and brother of the Mu family, all of whom respectfully performed the highest etiquette and bowed upward.

It turns out that this is the worship of hundreds of officials, and the worship of all people.

After following Xiao Yiqian to the end of the sacrifice, she was almost collapsed, and her body was weak.

After the ceremony of worshipping the sky, he led her step by step to Fenghua Palace.

Ming Ran had no intention of paying attention to everything around him, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he sat down on the big red wedding couch.

Xiao Yiqian whispered a few words in her ear, then turned around with a smile and walked out of the dormitory.

As soon as he went out, Fuyue walked up and pinched Mingran's arm and gently slapped her back.

"Water." Mingran looked at the table behind the screen.

Aunt Zhu walked over and poured out a cup and brought it to her, she drank it in one gulp and handed the tea cup to Aunt Zhu.

There was already a slight sweat on her forehead, and Fuyue picked up the fan again, fanning her with a faint wind.

After Ming Ran calmed down, he looked at the dormitory in front of him.

From marrying in the Hou Mansion, to sacrificing to the sky, and receiving the treasure, this set of cumbersome etiquette is at this moment, and the sky is already in the evening.

She had never eaten, and she couldn't use any of the wedding cakes that Aunt Zhu brought her.

All the officials are in Jiuxiao Palace, and Xiao Yichen is also there, presumably he is drinking happy wine at the moment, saying blessings, and congratulating the emperor and queen with the hundred officials.