On August 18, Mo Lingfeng went to Sejong's Tongtian Palace to pay homage to his ancestors.

On August 19, the wedding was held.

From the beginning of the day, the inside and outside of the palace are brightly lit, and the red silk color frame that begins to spread out from the middle gate of the south gate of the palace has been set up to the outside of the Wu Mansion gate.

Mo Lingfeng started to make up at the end of the time, Cheng Suning stared at the palace maid who combed her hair and put makeup on her, and the palace maid applied Zhu thin on her face, lightly covered the powder, and drew wide eyebrows-

"It's not good," Cheng Suning told the palace maid to stop, "How can you use Guangmei with Feixia makeup." ”

The palace maid was embarrassed: "But Your Majesty's phoenix eyes are like a rainbow, if you use inverted eyebrows and shallow Wenshu eyebrows, it is not suitable, only wide eyebrows can fit." ”

Cheng Suning always felt that it was not good-looking, Mo Lingfeng said lightly: "You don't need to paint thrushes, just sweep lightly." ”

Cheng Suning immediately said: "Yes, Your Majesty's eyebrows are picturesque, there is no need to make another move." ”

Comb your hair and wipe off her makeup and lightly sweep her eyebrows.

Mo Lingfeng did not apply flowers on his face, changed the system of Tian hairpin dress, wore a crown on his head, crowned a golden dragon, stacked with gold wire, and made up a phoenix bird with a green feather, a golden dragon soared in Cuiyun, a dragon head held a jewel in his mouth, and the phoenix bird spread its wings and wanted to fly, hanging gold and jade.

The palace maid carved Mo Lingfeng's head carefully, and it took an hour for Mo Lingfeng to get up, open her arms, and the palace maid dressed her in a wedding dress.

Cheng Suning stepped forward and tied a gold and jade treasure belt for her: "The minister thought that His Majesty would go to greet her today." ”

Mo Lingfeng looked straight ahead: "I want to go in my heart, Wu Jin is also worthy of me, but once the descendants can't control the courtiers, they will be passive because I open this list." ”

Cheng Suning said with a smile: "Your Majesty is wise, and the ministers are worried. ”

After tidying up his clothes and accessories, and finally putting on a gold collar, Cheng Suning took five steps back and looked carefully.

The wedding dress is embroidered and painted, the needle and thread are fine, the edge is not exposed, the dragon and phoenix group eyebrows are all visible, the golden light is shining, the abundance is like that, with the phoenix crown and the gold collar, it is already beautiful, Mo Lingfeng's face is not blurred in this piece of golden light, the eyebrows and eyes are sharp and clear, it is really the dragon marrow and phoenix blood, and the majesty is extreme.

Mo Lingfeng looked at the carved incense: "The time has come, and the guide has gone?" ”

"Yes, I've already gone to Wu Xiangye's mansion to welcome you."

The usher was Cheng Taishan, leading hundreds of forbidden army guards and palace people to stand outside the gate of Wu Mansion and meet Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was dressed in a wedding dress, rode on a white horse surrounded by everyone, and slowly walked towards the palace.

Mother Wu pushed Mother Wu and stood in front of the door to watch.

No one mentioned it, no one ridiculed it, this is a legitimate wedding, Wu Jin is still the court's grandfather, entering the palace and returning home, no one hinders him, but the heirs belong to the royal family - this seems to be an honor.

Everyone in the world is congratulating, but Wu's mother smiled reluctantly, because this is the entry - Wu Jin's birthday has been offered to the clan, and he will be buried in the imperial mausoleum after his death, and he will receive the incense of the Mo family.

This was already the best result, she couldn't complain anymore, just smiled and smiled, and suddenly her eyes were wet.

On the royal road from Wufu to Miyagi, the palace people take out the wedding cakes from the basket and distribute them along the way, and the pedestrians scramble to watch the groom official.

The sun broke through the clouds, Wu Jin was heroic, handsome and gentle, natural nature, especially a pair of eyes, very clear, a glance to know that it was a very instrument, many women looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

When Mo Lingfeng did not issue an edict, Wu Jin walked in the capital, and the women often stopped to watch, throwing flowers into their arms, and some people followed and came, ready to let the talented man get drunk in the arms of the beautiful woman.

However, when the edict was issued, Wu Jin's charm plummeted, and when she got married, she could no longer be a member of their reverie.

Cheng Taishan rode in front, unable to move an inch, for more than an hour, squeezed out a heavy sweat, and then walked to the palace gate.

The group turned over and dismounted, and approached the palace until the Ziwei Palace, where Mo Lingfeng changed the husband and wife to eat together in the dormitory, and changed it to the two of them receiving courtiers in the Ziwei Palace.

They had long shared weal and woe, and had eaten together, and now he should stand on the high platform with her and accept the congratulations of the courtiers, and the puppet of the emperor can also accept this kind of worship.

The hundred officials were already waiting in the court, divided into left and right, Wu Jin walked outside the palace gate, and saw Mo Lingfeng waiting for him on the golden platform at a glance.

Three poles on the sun, a piece of golden light, through the court, smudged everything into gilded, the mountain thrush flapped its wings, the fluttering leaves rustled, for a while people were in a trance in Mofu, or in the palace city.

He crossed the threshold and passed through the civil and military officials, and gave the salute of the king's ministers first—also for the people of the Hereafter, and did not be arrogant and despise the power of heaven because of this.

"Flat." Mo Lingfeng smiled and stretched out his hand to hold it in the void.

Wu Jin stood up straight, crossed the boundary like a moat, walked up to the Danqi, stopped at a step away from the vermilion lacquer square platform, took Mo Lingfeng's hand, and faced the courtiers.

A king, a minister, one hard, one soft, one cold, one gentle, seamless.

Accept the worship of hundreds of officials, festivals, and palace banquets, and it was not until Hai that the two returned to Funing Palace, bathed and changed clothes, and the moon was already in the sky.

Mo Lingfeng waved away all the palace people, and when he walked to the window to open the window, he was covered with a layer of fine and dense beads of sweat.

Wu Jin was wearing a white shirt, neat shoes, only removing the hood, revealing the bun, and her heart was surprisingly calm.

He blew out the candles, only two red candles were left burning outside the screen, and when Mo Lingfeng turned the screen, he was about to ask her if she was hungry, and when he looked up, he saw that she was only wearing a white middle single, black hair like a waterfall, bright eyes, ruddy face, and fine beads of sweat on her lips.

His heart suddenly became confused, and he quickly lowered his eyes, picked up the tea cup and handed it to her.

The cup shook on the saucer, the lid clanged, and his composure was gone.

Mo Lingfeng held the teacup steadily, took two sips, rested it on the table, suddenly reached out and touched Wu Jin's lips, and sneered: "Hasn't the "Secret Score of the Wind and Moon" been thorough? ”

"I didn't see it, it's not" Wu Jin said incoherently, his hands hanging down at his sides, and the palms of his hands were on fire.

His face burned into coals, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragged her to him, hugged her into his arms, and fell on the bed together, falling between the layers of brocade quilts.

Several kinds of floral scents bloom one after another between the beds.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his arm below to climb his neck, Wu Jin lowered his head, knelt down between her neck, and said in an urn voice: "It's thorough." ”

The autumn wind floats and blows into the unique breath - the fruit is ripe, sweet and fragrant, as if it will fall from the branches in the next moment, and the soil, wheat stalks, and ears of rice, dry and ripe, are all over the place, and they are crowded into this narrow space, making the house even more hot and steaming, and there is no way to disperse.

It's dry, just a little bit.

The green smoke in the smoker curls and flies away with the wind, and the body of the person in the house is also like the curtain, yarn tent, and cigarette in the house, which rises and falls with the wind, and the soul of the person in the house becomes a flying flower, and the indescribable romance becomes a vine, tightly entwined.