The magnificence of this wedding can be seen from the witnesses. Queen Centva's royal husband, Prince Duke.

The whole of Paris was in a sensation, and the fireworks continued until midnight.

Lan Qingchuan's cold hand was held by him, the temperature of his palm was not transmitted at all, her heart was calm and clear, and her expression was not abnormal. She calmly said the oath to the old bishop, and Ou Yanzhe took his hand before letting go.

They exchanged rings, looked at everyone, and kissed in a smiling gaze.

Returning from the church, she sat down with Ou Yanzhe and headed to the Château de Chambord. It was the Queen's palace, making an exception for their dinners.

Guests are delighted.

The banquet lasted until late at night.

Ou Yanzhe was a little drunk. He doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, and he is a person who is extremely self-controlled, but he has never touched anything that is a little addictive.

The people knew about his habit, but when they toasted him, he did not refuse to come, and drank them all.

Lan Qingchuan was helped into the room. This is a room specially renovated from Chambord Castle, temporarily used as a new room, late at night, she and Ou Yanzhe will spend the night here.

She also made an exception for the drink, and her brain was a little groggy. The wedding dress has long been changed, but it is still a cumbersome dress. Outside there is a terrace with a view of the fireworks in the sky.

She leaned in the rocking chair, watched the stars and fireworks, and gradually fell asleep.

The night was already deep, but the lights of Chambord Castle were not extinguished for a long time, and the night sky was almost lit up by bunches of fireworks.

Everyone saw Ou Yanzhe's joy and joy, and they did not hide it at all.

When he sent the drunken Philip out, his friend who was stunned in a daze actually laughed narrowly: "The one from the Lan family is very delicate, but he can't help you ......"

His eyes sank, and he kicked out the door.

The clock in the bell tower has already struck twelve o'clock.

When he walked into the room, Lan Qingchuan was not in the room, only two maids were waiting outside the door. He withdrew them, and when he entered the room, the door to the terrace was open, and the evening breeze lifted and fell the curtains.

When he got closer, Lan Qingchuan had already fallen asleep, and saw that her face was flushed, and her always cold face had added a bit of color, with a faint aroma of wine and an unknown and faint fragrance.

He stared at her, his eyes darkening, and his breathing became heavier.

This girl is still so young, immature and stubborn. When I first saw her, she was still younger, and she still looked like a girl. But Lan Qingchuan doesn't remember that short-lived fate, but he has remembered it alone for so many years.

When I first saw it, I liked it. She was quiet and gentle, and when she smiled, her eyes were like clear water. She is so beautiful that she is not attacking, and she is attractive and good-looking.

Lan Qingchuan met his eyes, and it was not difficult to get along, and even satisfied him. She was a restrained and intelligent girl, with a delicate mind and a thousand turns, which suited his heart. She was the person he was most pleased with, and she should have been his wife.

Or rather, he couldn't find someone who matched him like that.

And now, she's finally his.

Ou Yanzhe stretched out his hand, and his ivory white fingers gently stroked her soft long hair, this is a pampered and commanding hand, which has never been so soft and gentle. As his fingertips ran over her delicate and warm cheeks, he suddenly stopped and leaned down to kiss her beautiful soft lips.