Wang Hong took a group of masters to wink at Bai Feng in the corner, these bad seeds were congratulating His Royal Highness the Second Prince on finally returning the beauty.

Bai Feng drank three glasses of wine, his steps were vain, but he didn't fall on the spot, and some floated into the boudoir of Leng Meiying.

As soon as he entered the room, a refreshing fragrance came into Bai Feng's snort, and Bai Feng secretly sighed that on the day of marriage, the body fragrance of the beauty was even stronger.

Behind the three large red hanging curtains, a fair beauty covered with a red hijab sat quietly on the edge of the bed, accompanied by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, pink-carved little Lori, as if it was a red rose waiting to be picked.

Bai Feng stepped forward excitedly, opened the triple curtain, and approached this great beauty who made him dream of it step by step, his heartbeat was pounding, and the alcohol was on his head, Bai Feng's face was already a little flushed, just like the red hijab on the bride's head.

However, Bai Feng still failed to lift the bride's red hijab in the end, and the little Lori who looked pink looked at him with a smile that was so soft that she could get out of the water, telling the bride that the hijab could not be lifted at this time.

If someone else dared to interrupt Yaxing, His Royal Highness the Second Prince, at this time, Bai Feng guaranteed a big mouth and slapped it.

But under the greasy gaze of this little Lori, Bai Feng also reined in, followed the procedure, took the bride's hand through the tulle, and walked step by step to the eight-lift sedan chair outside.

Although the bride's soft little hands are pierced through the tulle, they still have a surprising elasticity, which makes Bai Feng's heart flutter for a while.

Under Bai Feng's enthusiastic greeting, the welcoming team rushed back to the palace with high spirits, and the way was even more arrogant, with firecrackers flying in unison, gongs and drums sounding in unison, Bai Feng hated to inform everyone that he had married the most beautiful daughter-in-law in the world.

Leng Haotian didn't follow him into the palace, but just watched the leap of the large army, and his face became gloomy.

With a flick of his sleeves, the lord of the town country walked in the opposite direction to the large army.

This day is destined to be a time of turmoil.

By the time the procession entered the palace, it was already evening.

Everyone rushed into the palace with a lot of hunger, and there was already a queue of delicious food waiting for everyone.

However, before that, there was an important ceremony, ordinary people still had three bows and nine bows to marry a woman, not to mention in the palace.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites have already worked hard and are ready to perform well on this day.

Of course, their performance is a hard toss, all kinds of etiquette, and all kinds of checkpoints, which makes Bai Feng sigh that it is not easy to marry.

However, what made him puzzled was that the bride actually did not express her dissatisfaction in such an environment, and Bai Feng even began to maliciously wonder if Leng Meiying was originally interested in him, so this time she got married, she simply came to the opposite side.

This sense of silver made Bai Feng feel extremely dark, but would Leng Meiying like him Bai Feng? I'm afraid she won't be able to change her mind even if she changes her mind.

After a series of rituals, Bai Feng felt that he had fallen apart, but the bride still did not have the slightest sense of impatience, and soon, the ceremony entered the final stage.