At this time, the housekeeper whispered a few words in Song Zhinian's ear, and then waved his sleeves and strode away. Then the servants and guests dispersed.

On festive days, the streets are full of people, all of whom craned their necks to watch. The sedan chair stopped in front of the steaming morning shop on Tong Street, and Song Weiwei opened the sedan curtain with a mandarin duck cover on his head and spoke slowly, "Wait." Help me wrap two meat-filled buns" was addressed to the woman.

The face of the 'woman' standing behind the stall stiffened, and she didn't expect the sedan chair to stop, so she quickly took two bags and handed them over.

This time, Song Weiwei saw clearly, the man's clothes were dark, the outline was clear, and the neck was straight and slender.

This 'woman' is Yunluo in disguise.

Song bent down slightly, and with a voice that only the two of them could hear, he didn't know what to say.

Song Weiwei held a hot bun in her hand, her eyes were gently disturbed, her beautiful and neat eyelashes blinked slightly, and two strings of clear tears fell silently, this was the last time she cried for her, really for the last time.

The team slowly walked away until they couldn't see their figures, at that moment Yunluo was already choked, she walked back, didn't look back, and didn't dare to look back, just now Song Weiwei whispered that she was her first love, in fact, she knew everything for so long, but she didn't pierce this thin layer of paper sand.

When the group arrived, all the guests of Yunfu had also arrived. No matter how chaotic it was before, since the king of a country came to Yunfu to watch the ceremony, now everywhere seems to be much quieter.

Yunlin's wedding, the old lady has not arrived in the countryside, and the old lady's condition has not improved, which is not a common thing in the past days. In the past, the old lady was also sick, but under her cheerful and open-minded personality, the disease always came and went quickly, and this time it really seemed to be different.

As the old man's Yun Xiong straightened the clothes on his body, and then arched his hands, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed forward, and the many guests behind him did not dare to slack off. ”

Jun Wuchen said in a calm tone: "All of you Aiqing are all flat!"

"Emperor Xie!"

Yun Xiong and the others bowed respectfully forward again, and then they stood up from the ground one after another, each with their heads down, looking at their noses and noses, and not daring to look at them.

Jun Wuchen saw that everyone was so restrained, so he had no choice but to speak: "Do you want me to leave?

Despite these words, most people still can't let go of having fun.

Guo Po's gaze always fell on Jun Wuchen, and he didn't let go of any change in his expression. He came here to find out Jun Wuchen's whereabouts, didn't he take this opportunity to give himself a dismount from Meng Quping's incident, this is a bit incomprehensible, but he doesn't know what to do at this time.

Guo Po is not a fool, he also knows that Jun Wuchen does not accept his intention at all, if he takes a step back, it will be a catastrophe, so during the time he ascended the throne, Guo Po tightly clamped Jun Wuchen's tail step by step, and could not let him move.

Musicians kneeling in the corner of the main hall play and chant greetings.

Song Weiwei put on a red cover and lowered his head, his eyes were dripping, and he entered the main hall and stood still with the support of the girl.

The two respectfully bowed and bowed, and after the salute, they were sent into the cave room.

The servants of the Yun Mansion prepared the room, warm water, and ate and drank, so that the Son of Heaven and the guests could rest after they had eaten and drunk enough.

The noisy day was short-lived, and before I knew it, it was already dark.

Yun Lin sat on the edge of the bed, held Song's slightly soft and white little hand, and put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, "I'm very glad that you are my wife now." I will never be emotionally attached to a second woman except you. You trust me!" Yun Lin carefully lifted the hijab, and under the hijab was a beautiful face.

He leaned over, his cheek against Song's slightly delicate cheek, staring fixedly at the beautiful woman in front of him, and his slightly hoarse voice contained countless unexplained ambiguities.

Right next to him. Song Weiwei could clearly smell the breath on his body: a slight heat, a faint fragrance, Song Weiwei was seen by his burning gaze, and a trembling sensation spread from the cochlea that was close to his cheek.