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"Qiao Xinglian ......"

A voice called softly, Xinglian raised her head, and in her misty sight was a slightly somber handsome face, she propped up her body and straightened up again from his arms, "I haven't finished saluting yet, so I can't stop." ”

Wuji must be watching somewhere, this ceremony, not a penny less is not a single thing.

Four Winds Beiling's eyes flashed slightly, and he restrained a trace of distress, "Okay, let's continue." ”

Turning his head, he glanced at the curious eyes of the people below, turned his head and commanded a few words to the close eunuch beside him, and then, immediately a red tent surrounded the happy hall inside, "The princess is unwell and can't face the wind, forgive me, the ceremony of this wedding was completed in the gauze tent." ”

There was an immediate uproar in the crowd, "What's wrong with the fifth miss of the Qiao family?" Why can't you even worship when you're weak? ”

"Ouch, you didn't see her just now, she even staggered to walk, but I don't know why this wedding is in such a hurry."

"Hey, I heard that the fifth lady of Qiao Xiangfu has always been frail, it seems to be true."

"Since you can't face the wind, then it should be completed in the tent no matter how happy it is, and I will wait to salute outside the tent, and I can see it clearly."

Wuji, who was standing on the side of the crowd, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but take a step forward, but in the next moment, he took it back.

It's not that she hasn't inquired about Qiao Xinglian's situation in the past few days, but she has also heard that the fifth lady of Qiao's mansion has not closed her eyes for a few days, and has been drinking heavily in the mansion, and in the dead of night, the palace lights in the courtyard where she lives are lit until dawn overnight, it seems that she is worn out by the wine.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on Wuji's lips, and he also stood in place, watching the two figures faintly revealing in the tent bow down again.

"Worship Heaven and Earth......

"Two Worship High Hall ......"

"Husband and wife ......"

Xing Lian's whole person was dizzy, and he could only barely hear the sound close to his ears, and as soon as his body shook, a pair of slightly cool hands supported her, slowly pulling her to kneel down, and bowing head-on.

The faint fragrance of tea just now suddenly disappeared somehow, and as the distance approached, the nose actually smelled a little bit of begonia flowers, and her consciousness became confused for a moment, she laughed at herself, "Beiling, I may be sleepy, but I actually smelled the smell of the four scenery on you......"

The other party didn't make a sound, just took her hand for a slight pause, and gradually tightened with the strength of the grip.

"Rite into ——!"

The master of ceremonies' words fell, and she leaned forward again, almost falling down again, but fortunately, the man in front of her was quick and immediately grabbed her waist and firmly caressed her to her chest.

The crisp and elegant fragrance was a little stronger than when she bowed, she raised her head, narrowed her sleepy eyes to see, through the red hijab, she could only see the thin lips of the man in front of her, and then moved up to look at the bridge of her nose, and then ......

No more.

Before Xinglian could look up again, his consciousness sank again, and he finally fell asleep again.

"Four Winds Beiling" glanced at the sleeping face in his arms, his deep eyes darkened for a moment, glanced sideways at the guests seated, picked her up and walked out towards the back of the auditorium.

This time, no one woke her up again, and Xinglian snuggled comfortably in his sturdy arms, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly, and his breathing gradually stabilized.