"He's, he must be sitting on the throne, watching intently as I come out of the palanquin." Wanrong thought of this, and pressed her heart, which was beating wildly.

"Empress, the emperor is waiting for you in Kunning Palace." One of the waitresses who helped her out of the sedan whispered to her, as if she understood her thoughts.

"Your Majesty, I am waiting for you in Kunning Palace." These few sentences echoed in Wanrong's mind repeatedly, and she had to face an emperor who could bring her incomparable nobility and wealth.

According to the etiquette of the Qing Dynasty, it should have been the imperial concubine Wenxiu who was married yesterday who greeted the queen with her knees crisply, but Wanrong only had her grandmother holding her, and Wanrong's heart chuckled at that time, and a concubine did not kneel to greet her.

Fortunately, all the sounds that came into her ears were festive, and she couldn't let her think anything, so she was helped to go to the wedding festival with the emperor.

When she was worshipping husband and wife with the emperor in Kunning Palace, Wanrong suddenly felt that the end of the world was close to her, but now, the end of the world was close at hand, and she tightened in panic for this idea.

The emperor held one end of the red silk thread, and the other end was held tightly by grace, and the emperor and the queen performed a joint ceremony, ate the dumplings of the descendants that symbolized the full house of descendants, ate longevity noodles, and told the ancestors and ancestors. By the time all the wedding rites were over, several hours had passed, and Wanrong was exhausted.

Exhausted, she was helped to sit on the wedding bed in Kunning Palace.

"Hurry up, Mei Lanfang's overlord Farewell Concubine is about to start."

A middle-aged accent Fu Jin's eager words came into Wanrong's ears, and Wanrong knew that her newlywed drama was her favorite "Farewell My Concubine", and a special feeling surged into her heart, just like cherry blossoms, after the flowers, it was full of desolation.

In the past, when she watched Mei Lanfang's play, she shed tears, such a love is hard to find in the world, and such a feat is unparalleled in the world. Now on her wedding day, whether it is good or bad to stage this drama that will definitely make people cry, Wanrong has a feeling of drowsiness.

Sometimes I don't understand it very well, but I still explain it carefully. Wanrong only then knew the story.

This is a love story of the life and death of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu and Yu Ji, who are surrounded by the Han army. When the millions of Han legions surrounded him, and Xiang Yu only had 800 strong men around him, Xiang Yu sighed that he had the strength to stand up to the sky, but he couldn't defeat the enemy, and let out a sigh of "Yu Ji Yu Ji, what can I do about it". In order not to support her husband, Yu Ji hoped that he would be able to break out of the encirclement, so she committed suicide by cutting her neck. After Yu Ji committed suicide, Xiang Yu and the eight hundred heroes bravely fought their way out of the encirclement of a million troops, but when Xiang Yu finally prepared to cross the Wujiang River, he chose to give up and was finally killed by the Han army. E-Niang believes that Xiang Yu did not let go of the dead Yu Ji in the end, and was willing to die with her.

"You can all be immortal, why can't you all live well?" Wanrong asked with tears in her eyes.

"This is the soul of eternal love!"

Wanrong seemed to understand after listening to it. At that moment, I thought, "Why is such a heartbreaking love story staged on the wedding night, is it auspicious or unlucky for her?" No matter how beautiful such a love is, it is a tragedy, it is better to have a plain love. ”

The grandmothers, eunuchs, and maids also retreated silently one by one, and the hustle and bustle outside was far away, only the silence was terrifying. Wanrong's heart was beating wildly, tonight, at this moment, she was going to see her newlywed emperor, her hijab could only be lifted by the emperor when the candle night was spent in the cave room, and many days of hope and waiting were to be realized tonight.

Everything is silent, just for her to wait. Wanrong then held her breath and stopped her memories and swimming, she wanted to wait quietly for her groom, her emperor, her husband, to lift her embroidered phoenix hijab.

Everything was quiet, there was no one in the cave room, Wanrong was guessing only by feeling. The bride also retreated to the next door and waited for orders at any time.

On the wedding day, when the candles are spent in the cave room, at this moment, this is the most important place for him, but, why hasn't he come yet?

"But nothing is more important than lifting my hijab, and getting married today is the most important thing."

Wanrong has been sitting for a long time, her feet feel numb, and she gently moved her body, still maintaining a dignified, graceful and noble posture. She restrained herself for a long time, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity, she gently lifted the corner of the red skull, only to feel that everything in front of her was like the red roses she liked, the red bright, the red soul, the red candlelight will be the red furniture, the red bed frame, the red chair, the red bedspread, the top beauty of the fiery red.

"It's beautiful!" Wanrong, who has seen the world, is still shocked by the well-arranged and festive new house in front of her.

There was a sound of footsteps, Wanrong was nervous and panicked as if she was a thief, and quickly covered the red head cover, motionless, she felt that she had a bit of a stump.