"The bride has arrived—get off the sedan chair. ”

The sedan chair stopped steadily at the Qi Palace, and Qing Xihuan covered his head again with a shout, and his hands were folded on his abdomen.

The curtain of the sedan chair was covered by Dong Chuchen, and under the big red hijab, I dimly saw Dong Chuchen stretching his hand in.

Qing Xihuan slowly covered the embroidered handkerchief in the palm of Dong Chuchen's hand, and then put his hand on the embroidered handkerchief, and with the traction of Dong Chuchen, he stepped out of the car door.

"Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son-"

A good hand to grow old with the son. Qing Xihuan smiled faintly through the hijab, vaguely feeling the temperature of Dong Chuchen's palm, obviously being led, the groom was so good, but everything was lost.

Crossing the two doors, I saw Shu Zhaoyi standing at the main entrance, wearing an orange-red gold-embroidered peach blossom coat today, rarely holding two vermilion finch's golden hairpins on her head, holding a peony flower made of red silk, and looking at the two of them step by step with a smile.

"Witness Junqing's connection with the branches, and pray for the blessing of the children and the mandarin ducks. The witnesses give marriage—"

Shu Zhaoyi, as a witness, handed the marriage formed by the red silk in her hand to Dong Chuchen and Qing Xihuan.

The two held their hands in their marriage, listening to the smile in Shu Zhaoyi's tone, "We will be husband and wife in the future, we must respect and love each other, respect each other like guests, and wish you all your life and unity of mind." ”

"The sons obey the wishes of their mothers and concubines, and they will live up to this life. The two bowed, and Shu Zhaoyi nodded to give way, and called the two into the auditorium.

The auditorium was beautifully decorated, and the red candles were bright, illuminating Dong Chuchen's handsome face.

"Chapel—"

After a sound, the mandarin duck helped Qing Xihuan to slowly kneel on the brocade futon under him, and after Dong Chuchen also knelt down, he arched his hands and waited for the worship ceremony with Dong Chuchen.

"Worship heaven and earth, Junqing has a good year-"

The two of them worshiped together.

"Two worship to my emperor, the Son of Heaven will live a long life-"

The two of them worshiped together.

"Three worship husband and wife, Junqing will be united every day-"

Dong Chuchen got up to face Qing Xihuan, Qing Xihuan was helped up by the mandarin duck, and also faced Dong Chuchen. But hesitated. was pulled by the mandarin duck sleeves, and finally bent down with Dong Chuchen to worship together.

Husbands and wives worship each other.

"A lifetime of a couple, please advise in this life. Dong Chuchen arched his hand at Qing Xihuan, with affection in his eyes.

"How dare you be a couple with the prince for a lifetime, Qing only wants to always accompany the prince to take care of him, the prince and nobleman, I will not be alone in this life, and I will marry a concubine and take a concubine, and continue to have children. May you be surrounded by beautiful people every year, and flowers bloom well every year. Qing Xihuan chuckled.

Dong Chuchen only smiled silently, picked up a fourteen-bone fan in Xi Po's hand, and tapped the fan bone on the top of Qing Xihuan's head, so that it was not true to see through the hijab, and when he was knocked, Qing Xihuan was stunned, and his thoughts flew wildly.

At this moment, Qing Xihuan heard a long shout, "The fan bone taps the forehead of the beautiful woman, and promises to be re-committed in the next life." ”

"What do you mean. Qing Xihuan blurted out incomprehensibly.

Shu Zhaoyi was overjoyed to look at it, and smiled at Qing Xihuan, "The prince means, he will only marry Huan'er in this life." ”

Qing Xihuan was stunned, he couldn't help but Qing Xihuan, all the people in the auditorium were stunned, and the common people still had three wives and four concubines, not to mention the prince.

The reason why everyone was stunned was not all Dong Chuchen's love for Qing Xihuan, but also his heart, the emperor intended to make him the prince, and after he refused the position of prince, he still wanted to marry only one person, doesn't this mean that he doesn't want to be the emperor?

Qing Xihuan whispered coldly in front of Dong Chuchen when everyone was talking, "What conspiracy do you have, if you don't regret it, it's too late." ”

Dong Chuchen smiled lightly, "Where do I have any conspiracy, it's just to please you all your life." ”

Qing Xihuan's heart twitched fiercely, his face was hidden under the hijab and he couldn't see the sadness, he didn't speak anymore, and he didn't know what to say.

"The promise has been promised, please take the punishment-"

"Punished, punished. Qing Xihuan lowered his head and asked in a low voice with a face full of surprise.

The mandarin duck carefully held Qing Xihuan's hand on the side, and quietly explained, "Miss, you don't know, there have been rules since ancient times, if the emperor's son only marries one person, he will be punished with three whips, and the prince, you will be whipped......"

Qing Xihuan looked through the hijab, Dong Chuchen brushed up the hem of his clothes uprightly, knelt on the ground, and was whipped behind his back with a long whip in his hand.

Syllable!

"If you whip it, you won't be filial. ”

Dong Chuchen's back had not yet healed, and after being whipped on his body again, he frowned. But still with joy.

"Confession. Dong Chuchen said loudly and bowed his hand again.

Syllable!

"The second whip is unkind. ”

"Confession. ”

Syllable!

"Three lashes, no beating. ”

"Confession. Dong Chuchen was loud again, and then bowed. raised his head, his eyebrows were still full of smiles and undiminished affection.

Everyone whispered, shook their heads and sighed.

Qing Xihuan listened to the crisp sound of the three whips in the hijab, hitting Dong Chuchen's unhealed back with an unhealed wound, and also struck his heart inch by inch. What is he going to do? Is it a conspiracy plan? He likes Qing Xihuan? He likes it so much? In order to marry her alone, he doesn't even want the throne......

"After the ceremony, exchange tokens—"

"What token ......" Qing Xihuan was a little flustered, as if he hadn't prepared a token.

I saw Dong Chuchen get up and walk to Qing Xihuan's side, hold the fourteen-bone ebony fan just now, and solemnly hand it over to Qing Xihuan with both hands.

"Huan'er, this is my life, I will hand it over to you today, don't throw it away again......" Dong Chuchen's hand holding the fan trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Qing Xihuan stretched out his hands to catch the fan. The fan sank. It is much heavier than expected, the fan bone is ebony, and the fan is an ordinary landscape painting, which is simply unremarkable, but it is so precious that Dong Chuchen is held in his hand, and I don't know what important meaning it has.

It's just a fourteen-bone fan.

"Okay, I remember. Qing Xihuan responded, handed the fan to the mandarin duck's hand, and Dong Chuchen's eyes moved with the fan, faintly uneasy.

It was Qing Xihuan's turn to return the gift, but Qing Xihuan didn't prepare anything and became cramped. Just when the people around him began to whisper, Qing Xihuan finally thought of what to send.

I saw Qing Xihuan take half a step forward, bowed slightly to Dong Chuchen, and said to the mandarin duck beside him, "Give me the comb you brought with you." ”

The mandarin duck hurriedly took out the comb that he carried with him to comb and finish Qing Xihuan's hair and handed it to Qing Xihuan, Qing Xihuan picked up the comb and whispered to Dong Chuchen, "I didn't bring anything you can see, it's all vulgar things, just comb your hair." ”

Dong Chuchen was surprised when he heard this, and nodded seriously.

"Hmm. ”

Dong Chuchen bent down, and Qing Xihuan raised his arm and gently combed Dong Chuchen's hair scattered on his back three times. Because he was too close, Qing Xihuan could still hear Dong Chuchen's slightly thickened breathing and heartbeat.

Dong Chuchen could smell the aroma of Qing Xihuan's body with his casual breathing, next to Qing Xihuan's collar, through the hijab, the two of them inadvertently met their eyes, and their faces flushed at the same time.

"Combed up. Qing Xihuan took a step back and lowered his head, attracting cheers from everyone in the auditorium. The joking cheers also made Dong Chuchen's ears redder with shame.

"Licheng - the happy lady returns to the pavilion - " All the rites were completed, Qing Xihuan was supported by the mandarin duck, and the eight maids behind him followed towards the happy house. And Dong Chuchen has to stay with the guests.

At the moment when Qing Xihuan turned to leave, a shout sounded outside the door, "Imperial Doctor Zhou Yunkai's congratulatory gift has arrived——"