On the eighth day of the first month of September, the weather is excellent, the white clouds in the blue sky, the Tang Dynasty Palace under the bright sunshine is splendid, the blue tiles and green bricks, the carved beams and painted buildings, the white jade paving, the glazed lamps and tiles.

Congratulations from all directions, guests from all over the world come. The richest countries today will marry the most combat-ready ones.

In the Ziyuan Palace, Tang looked at the princes and nobles who came and went from various countries with a spring breeze on his face, today is the day of his engagement with the eldest princess Cangge of the Cangyi Dynasty, and almost every country has sent princes and nobles to celebrate.

Everyone's face was full of congratulations, and Tang Jingfeng was also very proud.

As the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, he can marry the eldest princess of the strongest country, which is of great benefit to the Tang Dynasty, ignoring the shadow in his heart, he is very happy.

The eldest princess of Cangyi was received to the Weiyang Palace in the palace second only to the Empress Qingning Palace the day before the engagement, she just moved in, and for some reason she didn't see anyone, only allowed her to bring the maids with her to serve, and no one else except the emperor was seen.

Tang Yong, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, only went in to talk to her for half an hour and came out.

After coming out, he patted his son's shoulder with a spring breeze on his face, and said with a smile: "My son is blessed, my son is blessed." Tang Jingfeng was confused when he heard this, but he was looking forward to seeing the legendary first princess in his heart.

According to the custom of appointing the crown princess in the Tang Dynasty, it is very complicated, but the identity of the eldest princess of Cangyi is special, so this marriage has become a lot easier in the arrival of the eldest princess of Cangyi and the crown prince.

It's just that at noon, in front of the princes and nobles of various countries, he went to the Hall of Eternal Life with Tang Jingfeng to worship his ancestors, and then set up a name in the Ruilin Palace, and celebrated in the Ziyuan Hall at the time of the unitary time.

It was nearly noon.

Tang Jingfeng's black hair is fixed with a gold crown inlaid with glazed jade, a purple Tengyun Xiangwen pattern wide-sleeved robe, a gold silk jade belt around his waist, and a green jade pendant on it.

He stood in front of the door of Weiyang Palace, quietly waiting for the eldest princess Cangge.

The sun was shining high, and the light was scorching.

When there was still a quarter of an hour before noon, the gate of Weiyang Palace slowly opened, and several palace maids lined up neatly and majestically at the gate of Weiyang Palace, and then Princess Cangyi slowly walked out of the palace.

Tang Fengfeng's gaze looked in, and when he touched the purple figure, his eyes twitched fiercely, and he looked at the person walking slowly in front of him in surprise.

Wearing a purple Wangxian skirt dragging the ground, her long hair is pulled up with a glazed hairpin, her skin is like snow, her phoenix eyes are slightly picked, her facial features are beautiful, and her body is like a willow.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and **. One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Tang Jingfeng looked at Cangge in amazement and surprise, her appearance was six points similar to Cangli, but her beauty, glamorous and demonic, as scorching as a peony, Cangli is the kind of cold that is light and isolated from mortal dust.

Walking in front of Tang Jingfeng, the eldest princess Cangge hooked her lips and smiled, "Prince, we can go now." Her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, neither fast nor slow, with a kind of coldness and coercion that had been experienced for many years.

Tang Jingfeng nodded, then took her hand and walked towards the Hall of Eternal Life with her, Cangge's hand was different from that of other princesses, her hand was thicker and thicker than a man's hand.

At noon, the door of the Hall of Eternal Life was slowly opened, raising a dusty atmosphere.