The tiger whose teeth were pulled out was still the king of beasts, even if the victory and defeat had been divided, Nangong Chen was not able to stand up immediately, until Xiao Dudu was one year old, and the holy will of the queen was confirmed, and the six palaces of the Ministry of Rites began to prepare for the ceremony after the sealing.

Three days before the ceremony, the emperor sent officials to worship the heavens, the earth and the temple.

Although the Ministry of Rites had already begun to prepare for the ceremony after the sealing, the Red Flame Palace was still busy on this day.

Just after the ugly hour, the servants and palace maids in the entire palace began to be busy with the operation, and the Fengyi Palace, which had been empty for a long time, would become the place where the queen mother lived after today.

The red light in the palace is shining, and the mood is full of joy.

Xia Lanxin wore a big red bird Chaofeng costume, which looked extremely gorgeous and majestic, the phoenix laurel was worn high on her head, and there was a trace of nervousness on her face on Jingxian's face, and Nangong Chen beside her was also wearing a dragon robe and auspicious clothes, standing like a Zhishu, but there was a trace of loss that could not be concealed under her grim face.

The hundreds of officials under the stairs looked at each other in complicated clothes, their faces were beaming, and they seemed to notice the gloom at the bottom of Nangong Chen's eyes, but Xia Lanxin beside her, the current Queen of Red Flame could see it clearly, and she sighed in her heart.

Since ancient times, there has been no true love between emperors and queens, just because of the combination of interests, but they don't want her to become the protagonist one day.

Even the Son of Heaven has to force compromise, how can she hope for freedom?

The palace gate is heavy, even if they stand on the top of the world but can't help themselves, what is the future like?

"Next, please ask the emperor and queen to be worshiped by hundreds of officials." The ceremonial officer shouted.

The call of the ceremonial official made Nangong Chen suddenly come back to his senses, but his thoughts were flickering and drifting away.

Today is his wedding, but deep in his heart, he dares not to have a trace of joy and joy, such the most festive day in ordinary people's lives, but it only pushes him to a more lonely abyss.

Looking at the joyful expressions of the hundreds of officials under the ranks, he felt that this emperor was boring, and his life was even more ridiculous.

I don't even dare to express what I want most, even if I dominate the world, what's the joy of it?

After the worship of the hundred officials, Nangong Chen was still immersed in his dark world, Xia Lanxin saw that his pupils were missing, and she knew that he was still distracted, she coughed, but Yu Guang saw that Nangong Chen still had no reaction, she had to cough aggravated, Nangong Chen finally came back to his senses in a trance, his pupils were swept, and the hundred officials under the stairs were already with different colors.

"Flat."

After three exhalations, the hundred officials slowly got up.

At this time, it was just dawning, and the post-canonization ceremony had just begun.

The ordinary ceremony of the concubine will take a day, how can the ceremony be easier than him, in the next cumbersome ceremony, Nangong Chen will no longer have the opportunity to slip away, a set of cumbersome state ceremonies down, until nightfall, the Red Flame Palace can really relax a little, the silk and bamboo ceremonies are continuous, and the palace maids and guards are shuttling non-stop.

Nangong Chen pushed the cup and exchanged lamps with the ministers at the banquet of the hundred officials, Xia Lanxin changed out of the cumbersome dress, put on the red back dress and waited to sit on the phoenix bed.

In front of the bed, there is a "hundred son tent", a "hundred children quilt" is placed on the bed, and the bed curtain with red satin embroidered dragon and phoenix double happiness is hung at the head of the bed, and the red dragon and phoenix candle is bursting with red light.

Xia Lanxin under Fengpa, but her thoughts couldn't help but drift away with the flickering candlelight.

The sound of silk and bamboo at the palace banquet did not stop at all, and the hundred officials followed the rare opportunity to persuade them to drink, Nangong Chen's face was red, he was already drunk, he came without refusing, and the cup was done to the end.

At the women's banquet, the Empress Dowager's joy was more dazzling than the big red joy hanging around her, and she kept beckoning the women to eat and drink, and her eyes were full of water, as if she was full of relief and warmth.

In addition to Mu Bingyue and the Empress Dowager, who had been smiling decently during the banquet, the rest of the concubines had a far-fetched fake smile on their faces, which could easily be seen through, especially Concubine Ling, who wanted to come to see no one in her eyes, because she had never laughed at all, and borrowed wine to drown her sorrows, but every time she raised her glass, the sharp light in the depths of her eyes would always skip over Mu Bingyue, who was as quiet as a water moon, and the corners of her mouth would often lead to a heart-wrenching smile.

Her sharpness shot like an arrow, how could Mu Bingyue ignore it, but she still tasted the tea in the cup quietly.

Although the victory and defeat have been divided, but the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, although Sikong is now gone, it does not mean that he does not have the strength to turn the tables, so some things should not be forced to the end of the road.

Mu Bingyue's eyes were quiet, but she felt that the arrows that fell on her body were becoming more and more powerful, she had to lie that she was unwell and wanted to leave the table in advance, and the Empress Dowager also saw Sikong Ling's gaze that wanted to choose someone and swallow it, and she was ready at the moment.

Mu Bingyue saw that Sikong Ling did not chase her out, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, glanced at the Fengyi Palace, which was as bright as day, she sighed, and walked back with the people in her house.

The sky was dotted with sparkling stars, like the Milky Way paved with fine quicksand, reclining on the cyan sky.

At night, with a cool breeze, it continued to flow over Mu Bingyue's concubine skirt.

The sound of silk and bamboo faded away, the night gradually quieted down from the hustle and bustle, and the moonlight flashed a solemn and holy light on the leaves, on the pillars, on the flowers, and on the faces of the people, like a mist woven by a hazy silver veil.

Mu Bingyue walked quietly in the quiet night, and when she passed through the garden, two people unexpectedly leaned out of the path, and although Mu Bingyue didn't see who they were under the shadow of the tree, she still saw that it was two men, and the way they walked was not a guard.

Although it is the emperor's wedding banquet and ministers, but this place belongs to the inner courtyard, and outsiders cannot easily come in, but Mu Bingyue doesn't care about these abnormalities, she turned her eyes and was about to leave, but she heard the person in front of the head of the road call her.

"Concubine Yue's ......"

This voice was extremely unfamiliar, and there was a lot of frivolity in the tone, Mu Bingyue frowned, and continued to walk forward as if she didn't hear it.

"Concubine Yue Niangniang stays ......"

The two men followed.

Mu Bingyue stopped following closely, and knew that he couldn't dodge, so he had to stop and turn around.

Under the silver moon, the man in front of his head was about twenty years old, and his outline was very similar to Nangong Chen.

"Rui Wang." She spoke softly, and there was no indifference or enthusiasm in her tone, which was very fitting with this situation.

That man was the King of Rui who had come to participate in the celebration, and after hearing what Mu Bingyue said, he snorted lightly in his nose, but his eyes looking at her were full of mockery, and the phosphorescent light flickered continuously, as if he was calculating something.

The gaze that fell on her was like a snake, which made Mu Bingyue extremely uncomfortable.

When she saw the man behind King Rui, Mu Bingyue had already deeply regretted stopping in her heart, just because this man was the man who teased her in the woods on the day of Shen Xue's funeral.