"Isn't Your Highness in the front hall?" Shi Zhonghou asked casually just after recovering from the little military magic.
"What time is it?" Ye Tianling seemed to be slightly reproachful, but couldn't hide his smile.
Everyone realized that it was Haishi, Su Niang smiled and said: "Your Highness must have returned to the new house and found that the princess is gone. Seeing that we were so busy making trouble, we forgot the time. Tonight is the wedding night in the bridal chamber!"
Nangong Jing patted his thigh: "Oh! It's really a sin to be fascinated by this formation. Please forgive your Highness and Princess!"
"It's endless to talk about. Who asked you to study what counts at this time," Du Junshu said with a smile: "There is no need for such a wedding, and a spring night is worth a thousand dollars!"
Qing Chen lowered his head, pursed his red lips lightly, and Ye Tianling scolded with a smile: "A bunch of unruly people!"
Everyone said their congratulations again, smiled and resigned, and left in a short time. Seeing their ambiguous expressions, Ye Tianling shook his head helplessly, but when he turned around, he saw Qing Chen standing by the table, looking at him with a smile.
She changed her wedding dress into a light silk dress like haze and flowing clouds. The bright red color is an intoxicating and strong color, but it turns thick and shallow to reveal some misty mist, and a pair of butterflies are embroidered on the lapel , and the slightly trembling gait in the hair complement each other, only setting off the person's style is light, bright and gleaming, as if shrouded in a cloud of smoke with a slight movement, it is touching. He stepped forward to hold her hand and said: "How can there be such a princess, and she will be lost on the wedding night."
Qing Chen looked at him sideways: "Didn't they inform you in advance?"
"I said it." Ye Tianling raised his eyebrows: "There was a lot of trouble ahead, and I didn't remember it for a while."
"That's not my fault." Qing Chen said softly.
Ye Tianling smiled slightly, instead of arguing with her, he just said, "Don't move."
"Huh?" Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, but he hugged him in the crook of his arms. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the maids serving outside smiled and lowered their heads. He hurriedly said softly: "There are still people!"
Ye Tianling only glanced back, Yan Xi had known the meaning and waved the crowd away, and he also quickly disappeared at the end of the long corridor, leaving only the two of them quietly in an instant. "All right now?" Ye Tianling asked with a low laugh.
Qing Chen's cheeks were flushed, and he said softly, "Where are you going with me? I will go by myself!"
"Go back to the new house!" Ye Tianling laughed out loud at her shy appearance, a little bit drunk in her heart, slightly drunk in this soft and quiet spring night.
Qing Chen was annoyed by his smile, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only let him hold her and walk along the corridor to Shuyu Court. Along the way, Ye Tianling looked down at her and didn't speak, as if he couldn't see enough, Qing Chen quietly wrapped his arms around his neck, snuggled into his warm and firm arms, at that moment tender, thick, deep , Dear friends, let this world also be intoxicated.
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world.
In the vast and dazzling starry sky, a Milky Way with a long sky clearly flashed across, and the flying stars and broken jade were as gorgeous as weaving. Where the starlight falls, a sycamore leaf is light blue and light purple, and the wind moves slightly, and it falls to the ground little by little, with a soft and gentle sound.
Ye Tianling stood in front of the window with Qing Chen on his arm behind him, his face moved slightly, and touched a little bit of the clear jade pendant.
"The lock made of jade is full of lure, and the clam made of jade is full of lure..." He whispered, the warm breath lingered in Qing Chen's ears, gently arousing bursts of magical feelings.
The thin lips passed over the jade, and lingered all the way down her slender neck, bringing the softness and hotness of the wine into the throat. Qing Chen gently raised his head and leaned against his arms, his whole body was as soft as boneless, slowly sinking under his gentle capture, his eyes were full of intoxicating mist.
The corner of Ye Tianling's mouth curled up into a charming smile, as if the dazzling sunlight pierced through the ice, and the fog on the peak cleared away, he brought her into the tent with a little force.
The hibiscus tent is warm, the dragon and phoenix candles are shining brightly, and the light gauze is wrapped around the person's body, hazy and charming. Qing Chen looked at him quietly, his starry eyes slightly drunk: "Fourth Brother..."
Ye Tian's majestic figure was reflected in the clear and dimly lit deep pool. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Call me by name."
That half-commanding, half-seductive voice was like a sudden sharpness, it gently swept into her heart, conquered the city, and quietly captured people. "Ling..." Qing Chen whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck. The cool touch brought by the red crisp jade finger ignited the love in his heart, Ye Tianling raised his hand, and brushed away the last half-closed silk.
The blue silk is gracefully scattered, flowing on the side of the fragrant shoulder pillow, faintly covering a touch of beautiful peach color.
Ye Tianling looked at Qingchen quietly, his deep eyes were full of amazement, and his slender fingers swept across Yingguang Shengxue with endless pity and affection, and stroked the icy and pure silver butterfly.
The shadow of the Dansha tent is drunk in the spring night, the silver butterfly is brilliant, breaks out of the cocoon, and turns into a luxurious and bright purple-winged swallowtail butterfly, dancing and fluttering lightly, lingering at the bottom of the tent among the flowers, the cloud pool Qiongyu.
This life will be with you, forever and thousands of lives, flying together, never thinking of returning.
In the golden hall, with bright candles, Sun Shi stands beside the vermilion nine clouds and pillars, with downcast eyebrows and eyes.
The hall is high and the hall is deep, and there is an endless darkness. There is a soft "crack" of the candle wick, and a wonderful splendor is reflected on the glass lampshade. Doubt is dazzled.
In the silence surrounded by benzoin, Kuang Wei, an official from the Ministry of Rites, reported the wedding ceremony between King Ling and Princess Qingping in an orderly manner.
The Emperor of Heaven was wearing a blue satin shirt, leaning on the brocade soft couch, warming a cup of Junshan silver needles in his hand, and his gray fingers were clasped on the teacup one after another, he was becoming more and more cautious for his servants .
When it came to the people of the three places laying red silk on the streets to send off their weddings and pray for blessings, the Emperor of Heaven paused slightly, raised his half-closed eyes slightly, and a majestic gaze swept over him, causing Kuang Wei to hesitate slightly.
Looking quietly, only to see the king closing his eyes and resting his mind, Longyan, so he took a deep breath and continued to speak.
Sun Shi's slightly gray eyebrows twitched unconsciously. Although it was late spring, there was still a hint of cold in the night, driving away all drowsiness. He was stunned, father and son, monarch and minister, this game of chess is getting deeper and deeper!
"You just said that King Zhan came back from Huailuan?" Kuang Wei stopped talking, it seemed that after a long time, the Emperor of Heaven asked casually.
Kuang Wei thought about it for a while, and replied truthfully: "I did meet King Zhan at King Ling's Mansion tonight."
"En." The Emperor of Heaven waved his hand: "Kneel down."
"Your Majesty, leave." Seeing this, Kuang Wei bowed and retreated.
The Emperor of Heaven closed his eyes and thought deeply, until the servant came in with a wooden tray inlaid with gold, and Sun Shigong said: "Your Majesty."
Seeing the emperor opened his eyes, the servant knelt and presented the name tags of the empresses and concubines to him. The Heavenly Emperor's eyes moved, and he stopped on the signboard of Concubine Lian, his fingers passed there slowly, seemed to be stuck, but turned to click on the signboard of Empress Yin's Fengxiang Spreading Wings. Sun Shi stepped forward and turned the sign over, and the servant bent over and retreated, and went to pass the order to pick him up.
Sun Shi waited on the Emperor of Heaven to read the book for a while, and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, it's getting late."
Closing the manuscript in his hand, the four characters of "Wonderful Chronicles of the Nations" came into view, and the Emperor of Heaven was a little lost in thought for a while, but later he said to Sun Shi: "I'm not sleepy yet, just follow me."
A trace of the pale moon is hidden in the starry sky, and the spring path of the imperial court is full of flowers and fragrance. The Emperor of Heaven looked impatiently at the servants who were following him step by step, and said, "Tell them not to follow."
Sun Shi turned around and waved his hands, the servants backed away, but they didn't dare to leave, they just waited on them from a distance. Looking at the direction again, he was going to Lianchi Palace. Sun Shi knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he quickly followed.
As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, he heard a low voice of reciting, which was in a trance in the originally quiet night, but it was very pious and solemn.
In the so familiar "Guyuanjing", the Emperor of Heaven stood still under a sweet-scented osmanthus tree, looking at the main hall of Lianchi Palace in the distance.
He vaguely remembered that day when his army from the western expedition brought back the most beautiful woman from Rouran and sent them to the palace to wait for the emperor's brother to summon him.
That night, he also stood under the tree in the courtyard for a long time. After years, the silent scriptures would still float in his heart, it seemed sad, it seemed light melancholy. It shattered all over the place.
Traveling all the way to the north and south, the reciting of the "Ancient Origin Scripture" has been accompanied by the army every day, like a thread, like a weeping complaint, and the waves have already entered the soul.
Thirty years ago, the holy figure like iceberg snow lotus is vaguely similar to the white clothes and plain makeup under the clear lights in the hall today. After thousands of years, it can still evoke the youthful vigor, iron blood and tenderness of the past.
Glittering, as if faded to the very light, very light, but tenacious and tenacious, tangled like this.
In the quiet night, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree unfurls quietly, its branches and leaves blooming with a fragrance that is somewhat bewildering. How many years of forbearance, step by step, now sitting on the world, but I can't see Yi Ren's smile, and a deep light unconsciously flashes in the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.
Seeing that he had been standing for a long time, Sun Shi cautiously stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the empress is still waiting."
The Emperor of Heaven frowned, looked at the undulating palaces all around, and suddenly ordered: "Tell the Queen, I won't be going tonight." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and strode towards the Lotus Pond Palace.