Wanrong's heart was beating wildly, this was the most important person in her life at this moment, she restrained herself, but her hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A frenzied footstep walked uneasily around her.

"Don't you walk around, I'm so nervous?" Wanrong thought to herself. The footsteps that confused her mind finally stopped in the sound of her silent prayers.

The footsteps approached her step by step, and stopped in front of her, and Wanrong's heart jumped to her throat, and she couldn't go up or down.

Unable to control her heartbeat anymore, she opened her eyes, looked at the corner of the red hood, and glanced at the front of the ground with low eyes, but saw a pair of red embroidered shoes with green velvet thread, approaching her, it was not the groom, but the bride!

"Your Majesty, the queen is a supreme beauty, and only the queen is the most beautiful in the world. The emperor is a great virtue and great blessing! Now your Majesty, it's time for you to lift the Queen's red hijab. Xi Niang said happily.

There was silence, not a word of response, not even a sigh.

was surprised, only to see the bride shouting: "Wait for the change." ”

Several palace maids walked to Wanrong, who was already nervous and overwhelmed, and when they carefully and carefully unbuttoned the first phoenix buckle on the bride's windbreaker, a voice made the hands of several palace maids tremble, like a still picture, their hands stopped at Wanrong's chest, and they didn't dare to move.

"You all go down!" The voice was cold, without a trace of warmth, as if he was not the groom of the wedding, but a person who watched tricks with cold eyes.

Wanrong was so frightened by this sentence that she didn't dare to come out, and she didn't dare to move.

Suddenly, there was a light breeze on her face, and the red hijab was lifted, and she couldn't think about anything, she only felt that her round chin was tightened, and her hands were pressed up, and she looked at the emperor who was standing in front of her so domineeringly, and pinched her chin with one hand. She wanted to say it, it hurt a little, but she didn't dare to say it. The man in front of her was of moderate stature and had a particularly delicate beauty, his eyes revealed nobility and indifference, and his whole body exuded an innate majesty and disdain for everything.

"Who dares to be more beautiful than the queen, but you are the most beautiful queen I have picked with my own eyes." There was still no trace of warmth, as if he was talking to himself against the cold iron wall.

So noble, so unattainable, so condescending, so power-leaning kingly bearing, Wanrong was shocked by his bearing, and even forgot to make a big gift to the groom.

Wanrong hoped that the pair of hands held her hand tightly, as long as he stretched out his hand, the feeling of love she hoped for would turn into a bone-chilling feeling, feel his temperature, feel his feelings, feel the joy of the dragon and phoenix, but that figure was close at hand, but it didn't move. She bowed her head extremely nervously and shyly, not daring to look up at the man she wanted to see enough.

She lowered her head, all the things that would happen on the wedding night would happen, from tonight she was going to share a bed with a stranger, and become the most intimate and important person in her life overnight, and between thoughts, she only felt that her mind was blank except for hearing the sound of her heart pounding wildly.

She looked up in amazement, but the groom in the red dragon robe was moving farther and farther away from her, restless in the new room. Yes, he was perhaps more nervous.

"Do you think the red color looks good in the new house?" The voice is lukewarm.

"Good looking. Red is the classic color, like the light of the rising sun, red shines brightly on the earth. Wanrong smiled lightly and replied gently and gently.

"It's still white." White?! These two words pierced Wanrong like lightning, she leaned back slightly, and soon she calmed herself, perhaps she heard it wrong, since ancient times, all happy events have been auspicious in red, and white only appears in funerals. Since I was a child, I have heard Eniang mention that it is taboo to speak on weekdays, isn't this emperor taboo about this white bad luck, and it is the wedding night.

"Red looks better." Wanrong was afraid that she had heard it wrong, so she repeated it vigorously.

"The two of us are too different in color preferences, white is beautiful, red is oppressive and dull. Let the big wedding be overshadowed, and there is no interest! Yes, it was his voice that was real, and he raised his head in astonishment, looking at his groom with a blank expression, who was the emperor in the Forbidden City, which was famous all over the world.

The footsteps of the groom are like the big drum of Peking Opera, becoming more and more intense, fierce to the point of disorder, and finally the anxious footsteps like the footsteps when war is coming suddenly stops. A soft push on the door creaked, and footsteps grew farther and farther away.

"Where did he go?" Wanrong has the feeling of being petrified, the whispers of Eniang for many days, and the woman's teaching. There is no mention of where the groom will go in the newlywed.

"He's hungry? Is he nervous to get out and get some fresh air? Or did he deliberately leave for a while to ask her to wait quietly in bed? Or does he hide from time to time? Blindfold her while she's unprepared? ”