Yang Tianhong's face is still pale, and his handsome face is like a celestial man against the backdrop of auspicious clothes and the setting sun, like a Zhilan jade tree, which makes people unable to take their eyes off. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Along the way, countless women in Anzhou City couldn't help but look stupid, and couldn't help but squeeze forward. Although there are no rich and wealthy families in Anzhou, the women also have a lot of beauty. It's just that all the way over, Yang Tianhong didn't squint, and never glanced at the crowd of onlookers.

Countless specially selected sergeants of the Xuanhuo Army lined up in long lines along the streets, all the way from the Jiedu Embassy to the entrance of the newly built Duke's Palace.

To see the lively crowd, they had to push and shove behind the sergeant of the Xuanhuo Army standing guard, or climb the big trees along the street, so that they could see this grand scene of welcoming relatives more clearly.

The last time the Great Chu Dynasty had such a lively family affair was more than ten years ago, when the Holy Emperor married the queen. Later emperors, including the first emperor and the current Shunming Emperor, all became relatives when they were princes, so of course they did not have such a grand wedding like marrying the queen.

Speaking of which, Yang Tianhong is just a duke, not a prince, let alone an emperor. As far as the ceremonies of the wedding are concerned. It's still one level lower than the royal family. But even so, it's still extremely lively.

The sedan chair that Yang Tianhong carries by his side is made of extremely precious agarwood from the South China Sea. This kind of fragrant wood is extremely precious even in the cultivation world, and many monks want to get a piece of it to ward off evil spirits during meditation. Yang Tianhong's sedan chair is as tall as a small room, the sedan chair body is covered with red silk, and there is a fist-sized night pearl on the top of the sedan chair.

Monks are different from mortals. In this big wedding, the Guiyuan Sect also sent many disciples to congratulate, and the sect leader Zhong Yuanyuhe sent many gifts. In short, the current Yang Tianhong is no longer the person he was at the beginning. With too much power and wealth, there are naturally countless people gathered around.

Thirty-two tall and vigorous sedan chair bearers carried the sedan chair steadily. Their eyes are sharp, their steps are alert, and at first glance they are not ordinary palanquin drivers. Walk fast, too. But from the Duke's Mansion to the Anzhou Jiedu Embassy's Mansion, they also walked a full meal to arrive.

Inside, Xiaohe has been sitting in her boudoir with a heavy phoenix crown on her face since she was dressed up.

She looked at this room reluctantly, a little sentimental, but she felt happy, thinking that she would live a lifetime with Yang Tianhong hand in hand, she was full of hope.

After all, it was the person he loved.

Soon, the curtain was quietly lifted from the outside.

Yang Tianhong was already standing at the door, quietly looking at Xiaohe.

Xiaohe, who was covered by the big red hijab, groaned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the feeling at the door was not right, and quickly raised his head, lifting the corner of the hijab with his fingers, but saw that Yang Tianhong had already come, and immediately stood up in surprise, and said, "You, when did you come? Why didn't anyone remind me?"

Yang Tianhong walked over with a unique majestic momentum, and said with a faint smile: "I didn't let them say it." That's what makes it interesting. ”

Well! Xiaohe decided to shut up. I just couldn't help but open my mouth again, but I still couldn't say a word.

Without any warning, Yang Tianhong quietly stretched out his hands, unceremoniously grabbed Xiaohe's weak shoulders, hugged her in his arms, and pressed her hands back, forcing her to stand tall and raise her head. Then Yang Tianhong rubbed Xiaohe's soft body tightly, lowered his head and kissed it.

His kiss was urgent and violent, and his long tongue swept into her lips, constantly sucking her sweet fragrance and warmth, biting and sucking repeatedly, forcing her to almost gasp. A pair of large hands were uncontrollably kneading and rubbing along her uneven curves.

It's not the first time the two have done this kind of thing. Xiaohe cooperated with Yang Tianhong very softly, tiptoeing hard, taking the initiative to send his lips, and the dexterous tip of his tongue continued to cooperate with Yang Tianhong, making him even more addicted to this seemingly never-ending kiss.

Yang Tianhong's stature is too high, and he can't reach it even if he is on tiptoe, and he has to bend down and bow over to cooperate with her. It's just that this posture is very tiring, and after a long time, neither of them is very satisfied.

Yang Tianhong kissed me so much that he simply stretched out his arms, supported her buttocks, hugged Xiaohe, let her legs hang on his waist, leaned against the wall, and kissed her feverishly again.

They kissed too intensely, and inevitably, Yang Tianhong bit Xiaohe's lip.

Xiaohe didn't dare to move there. She could feel that just under her buttocks, near Yang Tianhong's waist, there was something fiery and cocked, like a thick stick, hard against it. And myself, sitting on it......

This kind of thing is really scary. Moreover, today is the day of marriage.

Yang Tianhong stuck his head on her neck, and it took a long time before he calmed down. Xiaohe felt Yang Tianhong's indescribable thoughtfulness and affection, she touched her equally hot cheeks, and felt that she could no longer stay with Yang Tianhong in private.

At least, for now.

Of course, after tonight, she will always be his woman and his wife.

Yang Tianhong fiercely suppressed the desire to take off Xiaohe's clothes, picked up the big red hijab he had taken off before from the wedding plate on the side, shook it in the air, and covered Xiaohe with his own hands.

An overwhelming red covered Xiaohe's eyes. She felt a little dizzy in her brain, but more of a joy, and her chest was filled with an inexplicable emotion, as if it was about to overflow.

"Come on. Yang Tianhong just said simply, his arms stretched out, and his right hand was extremely hard into the crook of Xiaohe's leg, and Xiaohe was already hugged horizontally.

Xiaohe tightly grasped the flounder double balance rose silk hanging on the big red peony Ji suit with both hands, and her heart was pounding.

Fortunately, I was covered with a hijab, otherwise my face would have been red now...... Xiaohe, who couldn't see the face, bit her lip lightly and thought secretly in her heart.

Yang Tianhong has great strength, Xiaohe is already relatively petite, and holding him in his arms is like holding a fluttering feather.

His pace was fast, all the way to the second gate, and then walked to the gate of the outer courtyard.

Xiaohe felt that he had gone out from the second gate, leaning against Yang Tianhong's chest, and muttered a little uneasily: "I, I...... Don't you have to sit in a sedan chair?"

This rude man, could it be that he just carried her all the way to the sedan chair at the gate?

The facts proved Xiaohe's idea.

The festival envoy at the gate of the mansion is simply crowded with people. The noise is even more chaotic than the sound of bombardment in the streets during the Chinese New Year.

"Hey, look! it's out, it's out!"

"Where? Where is the bride?"

"Oh, the bridegroom is hugging it!" said someone enviously.

According to the rules, isn't it the bride's maiden brother who carries the sedan chair on his back?"

"Of course not, how can Her Royal Highness the princess use the customs between our people? Besides, here in Anzhou, Her Royal Highness the princess does not have a suitable maiden brother! Someone said with a smile, and as soon as he heard the voice and tone, he knew that he was from Yang Fuzhong.

Yang Tianhong would never allow any man to touch Xiaohe, so he carried Xiaohe out of the door. It's just that even he didn't think about it, from now on. When the girls of Chu got married, they all paid attention to letting the groom hold the sedan chair, and this custom later swept all over the world, completely replacing the folk tradition of the brothers of the Yu Niang family carrying the sedan chair on their backs.

Yang Tianhong was holding a fragile treasure and sent Xiaohe to the sedan chair.

Then, the curtain of the sedan chair fell, blocking everyone's view.

"Get up!"

The master of ceremonies in front of him let out a long whistle, and the festival made the gongs and drums at the gate of the mansion again, and a group of drummers blew and blew. happily greeted the sedan chair and walked to the Duke's palace in the east of the city.

Yang Tianhong followed on the horse and followed closely beside the sedan chair. Although his gaze was still indifferent, the corners of his mouth had a pleasant arc.

He rarely smiles so heartily in public. So, from the crowd of onlookers on both sides, there were sounds of people falling to the ground one after another, and they were all women who were stunned by Yang Tianhong's shallow smile. A man who is too handsome also has an incomparably strong lethality for a woman.

The sedan chair in the Duke's Palace in front had already walked half the way and came to the most prosperous street in Anzhou City.

Heavily armed sergeants of the Xuanhuo Army were still lined up on both sides of the street, and no idlers were allowed to wait for the sedan chair and the procession to greet relatives. The sergeants had a look of pride on their faces. Thinking about it, is there anything more pleasing to people than this when one's own grandfather gets married? What's more, the sergeants who can line up on both sides of the street are all carefully selected from the army according to the meritorious class. Grandpa said that only his own people can take on this mission. In other words, after today, I am the most trusted person by my grandfather.

It was getting darker and darker, and the big red lanterns on the side of the street lit up one after another.

The drummers continued to blow and beat, and the crowd of onlookers became more agitated and followed them all the way to the entrance of the new Duke's Palace.

The newly built Duke's Palace is majestic and majestic, the main entrance is wide open, the lights in front of the door are colorful, the red silk is fluttering, and a series of red lanterns decorate the entire Duke's Palace wall, which is very festive.

The Xi Pozi, who followed all the way, hurriedly stepped forward and led the bride off the sedan chair.

Yang Tianhong jumped down from the war beast next to him first, and glanced at the two Xi Po lightly - he didn't want his woman to be touched by others. Especially on this special day. Even if it is a marriage custom, it will not work with him.

The cold eyes made the two Xi Pozi tremble all over their bodies, and quickly shrank aside, never daring to step forward again.

Yang Tianhong walked in front of them, lifted the sedan curtain, and stretched out his hand inside. Princess Xiaohe had already put the phoenix crown back and covered her hijab.

Yang Tianhong's fingers were slender and clean, and they landed steadily in front of her.

Xiaohe smiled and put her hand on it.

In this way, Yang Tianhong held her hand and led her out of the sedan chair, then stuffed one end of the silk into her hand, held the other end in his own hand, and led her to the Duke's Palace.

In fact, he fled all the way from the capital to Anzhou, and then married like this regardless of it, Xiaohe was not without apprehension in his heart. It's a shame to say it, at least in the eyes of Orthodoxy. Although he is a royal nobleman and has a marriage contract, he did not follow the rules to make a ceremony in the capital. His father, Emperor Shunming, also did not appear at the marriage ceremony...... In short, everything makes Xiaohe full of worries about the future. If it weren't for the irreplaceable role of Yang Tianhong's feelings in it, she would not have been able to marry Yang Tianhong here.

However, on the first day he entered the door, Yang Tianhong was always by his side. From the moment he got off the sedan chair to the time he entered the gate of the Duke's Palace, and got on the carriage that went up to the second gate, Yang Tianhong had been by his side, and he did not leave him at all.

When she was in the palace and at the palace of Uncle Wang of Changle, Xiaohe heard the grandmothers say: According to the customs of the Chu State, from the woman to the chapel, she should be accompanied by the Xi Po in the other party's house. And the men, only in the chapel, and ...... Cave room.

However, Yang Tianhong unexpectedly followed him all the time, and did not let any Xi Pozi separate the distance between the two of them. This kind of wordless companionship and thoughtfulness makes Xiaohe's heart pound more than anything. Only then did she feel that she should have made the most correct choice in this life and this life.

When the carriage arrived at the second gate, Yang Tianhong held Xiaohe's waist, hugged her down, and then pulled the red silk in front of her, leading her all the way to the place where the Duke's palace was worshipped.

Today is Yang Tianhong, and he is also the eldest grandson of Guangping Hou's eldest grandson. Yang Rong, who was far away in the capital, sent as many as hundreds of Yang Fu people to congratulate him. Speaking of which, this is also the most lively and important happy event in the entire Guangping Hou vein for many years.

Almost the entire Yang family clan came, as well as some representatives in the capital who were good friends with Yang Tianhong and sent by dignitaries. For example, Li Shaoming, the secretary of the military department, Shuo'an Hou Song Li, Princess Jing'an, etc., all sent people to congratulate them. Of course, there are also the prince's henchmen...... In short, all kinds of friends and comrades crowded the lobby of the inner courtyard of the Duke's Palace.

There were so many people that Yang Tianhong had to protect Xiaohe all the way to the place where he came to worship.

The master of ceremonies hurriedly said loudly: "The newcomer is visiting the church!"

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Second worship high hall!"

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

"Licheng!

In the end, it was the wedding of Duke Yiyong and the hussar general, and it was indeed full of military style before and after, and it was actually so concise and to the point, and the entire wedding ceremony was completed.

However, Xiaohe himself is also very satisfied.

The dust has finally settled.

Everyone stepped forward one after another, raising their glasses to congratulate Yang Tianhong.

Yang Tianhong still had a faint smile on his face, and he didn't see him show the usual happy smile of the groom's official, but this time he almost didn't refuse the people who came to toast, and he also put down his identity and majesty. The surrounding guests were clearly aware of this and hurriedly seized the opportunity, and there was an endless stream of people who came to toast.

Finally, when he was almost drunk, Yang Tianhong walked over, hugged Xiaohe's waist directly, and the two snuggled tightly and came to their new house.

From the noisy and noisy Xitang to the quiet and warm bedroom, Xiaohe only felt that the buzzing in his ears was still endless. Even my head is a little drowsy. Yang Tianhong held her waist and asked her to sit down on the stepping bed, and then took a non-gold and non-silver scale and removed her red hijab. This is a folk ritual and the last step in getting married.

Xiao He raised his head with a smile, and his phoenix eyes were like the clear spring water of a lake, almost drowning Yang Tianhong alive.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Tianhong's mouth, threw the hijab on the tray on the side, and whispered, "Take a bath." ”

So saying, he walked out.

Xiaohe was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a smile, got up and took out the dim sum from the big red suit and put it on the table.

The two personal maids who came to the wedding hurriedly came over and heated the water in the bathtub in her bathhouse.

More than half an hour later, Xiaohe came out of the bath, and she saw Yang Tianhong already coming in, half leaning on the bed, holding her arms, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Where did you go just now?" Xiaohe asked with a smile, a little thirsty, and took the tea cup on the table to drink.

"Don't drink it, the tea is cold. Yang Tianhong got up and walked over, took the tea cup from her hand, and replaced it with a warm one.

For the woman he loves, Yang Tianhong must be caring, and he is also meticulous in his care.

Xiaohe took a sip of the tea bowl, put it down, and walked behind the screen to change into bedclothes.

This has been prepared beforehand, and the deep fuchsia dark flower soft silk is tightly wrapped around the body, like a second skin.

After changing her clothes, Xiaohe walked out from behind the screen with a bit of a bride's shyness.

A pair of arm-thick red butter candles were burning in the new house, illuminating the whole new house, and there was no trace of fireworks.

The candle flame reflected on her deep purple bedclothes, outlining the entire concave and convex outline of Xiaohe.

With a plain face, she stood in the beautifully decorated new house, like a touch of ink landscape painting in the colorful, but with a little bit of brightness, both the childish color and strangeness of a girl, and the ripple and style of a young woman, several different feelings are intertwined, and there is an irresistible temptation.

Yang Tianhong stood by the bed, looking at her quietly, his eyes became deeper and deeper, full of excitement and excitement unique to men at such a time.

Xiaohe saw that Yang Tianhong had also changed his bedclothes, and there was still a trace of moisture in his hair, so he knew that he had also bathed. At such times, there is no room for negligence. Even the smell of alcohol that had just been contaminated by someone at the wedding hall had already been washed clean.

Xiaohe smiled shyly.

Yang Tianhong stretched out his hand to her and smiled: "It's late at night, let's rest." ”

Xiaohe nodded quietly, and her cheeks blushed involuntarily.

Then, the two of them go into bed hand in hand.

Xiaohe got into the quilt first. She felt very shy. Every woman should behave the same at such a time. Of course, there are exceptions, but I don't know what those men think when they are faced with women who are too active? )