This Miss Nine is too pampered and arrogant, let the Night King wait for a long time.

"Let him wait." Chaolu replied. If the young lady is dressed up, she will come out, and it is useless to be anxious.

"This?" Alas, the matchmaker shook the Jinpa in her hand, and the fat buttocks twisted and left helplessly.

"Susu, it's beautiful." Ao Shuangjiao took Di Qingsu's hand and patted her hand gently, her daughter was getting married, and she was happy and sad to be a mother.

"Mother." Tears glistened in the corners of Di Qingsu's eyes. Mom, my daughter finally married herself off today.

"Silly child, don't cry on a happy day, it's not good to wear makeup." Ao Shuangjiao carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of Di Qingsu's eyes, if only Qinghang was here, Qinghang should go out with Su Su on his back.

At this time, a male voice came in from outside the door.

"Susu. Chu Hanye married Emperor Qingsu today, and he is willing to be a couple for the rest of his life, and he is willing to hold the hand of his son and grow old with his son. ”

Ao Shuangjiao looked at Di Qingsu lovingly, but she didn't expect that this Chu Han Ye really came to marry him, and he was still in the boudoir. Not bad.

"Go ahead." The white veil on Di Qingsu's head was half covered to cover her delicate face, and Ao Shuangjiao carried Di Qingsu to the door, and the rings on both sides opened the door.

Handsome, you can't describe his appearance, beauty can't modify his handsomeness, gentleness and elegance can't interpret his evil charm, a faint hooked lip smile, with endless different temptations.

A man who is so eye-catching, no matter when and where, he can emit the aura of a king who is so casual when he stands so casually. This man belongs to him from today, and from today they will be together for the rest of their lives.

She is comparable to a fairy above the nine heavens, no, more charming than a fairy, and even more charming. Is this the dress that the woman of her world wears when she gets married? Susu said it was called a wedding dress. It really looks so dreamy, so beautiful, more beautiful than the burgundy dress she wore. This garment is holy, noble, and ethereal from the dust, like the love between them.

The necklace she wears around her neck is what she calls the Fire Dance Dress, a cold light, a sense of mystery, and a charm that charms people's hearts.

She was always so unique. Yu Lanzi sighed.

She is unparalleled, as proud as her occasional look looks. Xuanyuan Pingchuan praised.

"Susu." It took a long time for Chu Hanye to find his voice.

"What? Not happy with Miss Ben's outfit? Comments? Di Qingsu's sweet smile spread all over his face. It is a thing that every woman is very afraid of being obsessed with her sweetheart.

"Susu, you are so beautiful. Beauty is like a vixen. Everyone in the world says that this king looks like a demon, but in fact, this title Su Su is well deserved. Chu Hanye ran up quickly, no matter what the rules and etiquette, he wanted to marry home quickly.

stretched out his hands to hug the princess, but was rejected by Di Qingsu.

"Susu." Chu Hanye called again pitifully and aggrievedly, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. He missed her, wanted to hug her. Only real touch can alleviate the pain of lovesickness, and can you feel that she really belongs to herself.

They hadn't seen each other for three days.

"That's it." Di Qing Su bent Chu Hanye's left arm and placed it on his waist, and stretched out his right hand to grab his left arm: "Let's go."

Two pairs of staring eyes tell the thoughts of each other, joy, and excitement.

"Hmm." Chu Hanye nodded, cautiously trying to move forward, but he didn't see him lift his feet for a long time.

"Poof", the onlookers erupted, covering their mouths and snickering, and Di Qingsu also laughed.

It turned out that our God of War Lord was too nervous, his face was flushed and secretly suffocated, and he didn't know which foot to go first.

"Fool, relax. Do you miss the auspicious time of our chapel? Don't you want to marry me? ”

Delay the chapel, of course not! Chu Hanye took a deep breath, grabbed Di Qingsu's hand, concealed its uncontrollable trembling, and strode forward with his head held high.

In the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a team of newcomers served tea to Emperor Cangming and Ao Shuangjiao. Amid the cheers of everyone, Chu Hanye finally fulfilled his wish and hugged Di Qingsu into their unique sedan chair, an open-top carriage.

Surrounded by beautiful curtains and beaded curtains, the wind blows gently, the beads tinkle, and the sand curtains sway vividly as the horses move slowly.

Chu Hanye looked at Di Qingsu's side face intently, not daring to blink, afraid that it was just a dream.

"Is it pretty?" Di Qingsu raised his eyebrows and asked. Although he didn't wear a red hijab, there was a white veil that covered two-thirds of his face, but Chu Hanye just felt that he had seen those deep pool-like eyes, the black eyes that made him feel haunted.

"Good looking. Susu, I am being jealous of the men in the world, I am so happy, I have a home. ”

"Susu, I'm so happy, we finally got married, we finally got married."

"Su Su, Chu Hanye and Di Qingsu are together, and they have always been together."

"Chu Hanye, from now on we are a community, from now on there will be Emperor Qingsu with you, from now on, we will be in the same boat through thick and thin, life and death will not be separated."

Emperor Qing Su closed her eyes shyly and greeted Chu Hanye's gentle kiss.

Chu Hanye's four guards looked ahead without squinting, vigilantly paying attention to all the surrounding situations, and tightly guarding both sides of the carriage.