Chapter Eighty-Six: Married, Lord Wang (Postlude)

There are very few guests in the wedding banquet, not that others are unwilling to participate, but the marriage of the prince and the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance is not at all qualified for ordinary people to participate, plus Su Muyu does not have his own mansion, and the proposal to marry in Fu Junqian's mansion was vetoed by Long Zhixuan, so the marriage in the palace, the people who come are naturally limited, and the martial arts people except the people of the Feng family have only a few people who have a good relationship with Feng Ba.

There are five wine tables on the grass.

Each wine table is very luxurious, with two pairs of wine cups on it, from wine glasses, plates, chopsticks, and spoons to the point of unimaginable.

But what's the use of this beautiful scenery? The people at the banquet were all small pieces with a strange smell except for the officials who complimented each other in a circle.

Feng Cangyue sat on the side and drank alone, he didn't have any expression on his face, his eyes were as silent as an ancient well, but if someone sat next to Feng Cangyue, he could feel Feng Cangyue's ice-like aura.

And Mu Shuzhe was dressed in a dark purple suit, his cold and murderous aura made him look more like an iceberg than Feng Cangyue, the corners of his lips were faintly white, he held the knife on his waist in his right hand, the wine and food were as transparent to him as air, his gaze seemed to be empty, but the murderous aura was unapproachable.

On the other side, near the bottom of the tree, Xingchen was dressed in white, sitting in a wooden wheelchair, Mo Yan was standing beside him, and neither of them had any bloody breath on their bodies, but the temperament of these two people like immortals also isolated everyone from them.

Pink petals suddenly drifted in the blue sky, these petals were lighter than feathers, dancing in the air so light, so beautiful that people were dizzying.

The luthier in the court sat under the willow tree outside the banquet, and gently brushed the qin in front of him under the willow leaf dance in the breeze, the light and festive sound of the piano became cheerful, and the music was accompanied by flower petals, so that the green mountains and green waters accompanied by the gorgeous palace showed a beautiful picture in front of everyone.

Flower petals flying in the air.

The music is intertwined with the staggered staggering.

Su Muyu was dressed in red, standing in the house and looking at the festive scenery outside the window, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Zimo has a good scenery, embroidered pavilion Qiluo incense, the prime minister will be full moon night, celebrate the groom early, first from the young man's mind, in order to cherish the coquettishness of the victims, and wish to become a pair for a long time.

Fu Junqian patted Su Muyu on the shoulder, "Xiaoyu, although you have no intention of getting married, you don't need to write a congratulatory message to yourself when you get married."

Su Muyu looked at Fu Junqian with disdain: "I'm worried that your writing is too poor, and I don't know what to bless me when the time comes, so I thoughtfully send you a sentence for reference."

With a smile on the corner of Fu Junqian's lips, he said, "I know that you actually prefer that I say it when you and Cangyue get married."

"It's good to know, don't say it." Su Muyu glanced at Fu Junqian, and asked again, "How are you preparing?"

Fu Jun smiled very treacherously and said, "You can rest assured that I will do something!"

It's because of you that I'm not at ease-Su Muyu thought so in his heart, but said, "I don't know how Moyue is preparing, let's go, let's go and see."

"It's not good to see the bride now."

"It's not really, what do you care about so much!" Su Muyu put down a sentence unhappily and walked towards Feng Moyue's house.

Fu Junqian shook his head behind Su Muyu and followed helplessly.

At this moment, Feng Moyue is in the house.

Feng Moyue changed into a wedding dress, the vermilion bandeau cloud fei makeup satin woven colorful flowers flying butterfly brocade dress, the ribbon of the same color was tied to the waist skirt with gold wire to outline a large auspicious cloud, which looked rich and auspicious, and the long red brocade tail drag on the ground was even more noble, and the waist was pinned with a high-priced hollow dragon and phoenix jade pendant, the gauze was draped over the shoulders, and the collarbone was looming. It's just that in addition to beauty, there is no lack of heroism.

Su Muyu and Fu Junqian followed the maid in, and saw Feng Moyue combing her hair, the long black hair was pinned by the phoenix crown, combed into a smoke hibiscus bun, leaving a red gold phoenix tail agate tassel, the butterfly on the phoenix crown seemed to be real, spreading its wings and ready to fly, and the emerald inlaid gem manta butterfly flower tin was pinned on the hair to be more chic and delicate.

Su Muyu once again sighed that it was a pity that he was not a man, otherwise, with Feng Moyue's appearance and posture, if he could marry, he would wake up with a smile in his dreams, right?