On the third day of the third month of the first year of the gentleman, the new emperor got married, and the whole country celebrated.

Jun Quan was dressed in red, with a tall head and a big horse, and his spirit was radiant, followed by Shen Lian and Zhu on the left and right behind him, with red makeup for ten miles. The road is crowded with people, and you and I shout auspicious words of blessing. The children got to the front of the crowd, like chickens, bowed their heads to pick up the candy, jade, money, and barley spilled out of the honor guard, and many children picked up a large handful, jumped up happily to show off, jumped, and sprinkled half of it, and quickly lowered their heads and continued to pick up. Such a scene of thousands of empty alleys has not been seen for decades.

Shen Lian rode a low-headed horse and followed behind Jun Quan, trying to put on the most elegant smile, scanning the crowd on both sides without a trace, trying to find Xiao Ling'er's figure. Xiao Ling'er stopped on his shoulder at this time, he expected Xiao Ling'er to find Xiao Ling'er for him, but Xiao Ling'er didn't move, squatting there, only "grunting" from time to time, which made Shen Lian repeatedly expect and be disappointed.

Liu Zhu on the other side is completely different, he is so happy that his mouth is almost grinning to the root of his ears, his whole face is flushed, if he also changes into a groom's clothes, maybe some onlookers who lack roots will regard him as a groom official.

The procession marched from the palace to Liufu, and when they passed by the big tree, the monarch glanced sideways.

The leaves on the tree were all gone, bare, and it looked desolate and abrupt between the old sites where the Jun family lived. For some reason, he remembered Wanwu and suddenly wanted to read the last sentence of the brocade book. Perhaps, not a happy ending. He was startled before he realized what he had just been thinking, and quickly put this ominous thought behind him.

Today, he is going to marry Shuhuan. Yu Shuhuan in the rivers and lakes is also the Liu Lingling of the Liu family.

Walking to Liufu, no one dared to stop him because of his identity, he strode in, and when he saw the little guy who had opened the door for him before, he showed a surprised expression, covered his mouth and ran quickly.

took the red silk, and at the other end was Liu Lingling, wearing a red hijab, and he offered tea to his parents together.

At this time, Shen Lian followed the hall, and Xiao Ling'er happily "cooed" and wanted to fly towards the bride. Shen Lian's eyes were quick, and he rushed up and grabbed it, startling the bride. She looked back at him, and through the red silk, she recognized his silhouette.

Shen Lian couldn't see her face clearly, but his heart suddenly throbbed, and he whispered, "You continue", and retreated to the side with Xiao Ling'er in his arms.

Liu Tian was also in the hall, and when he saw Jun Quan, he was not without surprise, raised his eyebrows, and nodded to him. The monarch was a little weak-hearted, but he also laughed.

The bride got into the sedan chair and slowly marched towards the palace amid the beating of gongs and drums.

This time, Jun Quan saw a vague figure under the big tree, thought he was dazzled for a while, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, there was no one under the tree.

The imperial city is still lively, but on a sunny day, there are faint signs of thunderstorms. The king's heart is heavy.

After worshipping heaven and earth, he pushed the glass and changed the lamp at the banquet, but the monarch seemed to be delaying the time and was reluctant to enter the cave room. It wasn't until the elders of each clan urged him to walk like a dormitory with his hands in his hands.

The dormitory is also bright red, very auspicious. The bride sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a hijab, motionless.

He took the weighing rod, which was a scale pole painted with gold and silver, and a small silver flower at one end, which was a little dazzling.

He walked over, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted his hijab.

The woman's eyebrows are as light as smoke, her eyelashes are like cicada wings, and her skin is as white as snow.

But, this is not her.

Under the hijab, there was a face he had never seen before.

His heart sank to the bottom.