Someone in the crowd said, "This is Mu Shuang, the daughter of the servant of the Ministry of Industry."
"So it's Ms. Mu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're just a guest, please sit down as you please, don't be too restrained."
Originally, Mu Shuang wanted to make a good mockery of this Phoenix, but she didn't expect that she didn't know what to say.
She doesn't stand or sit, it's embarrassing. In a rage, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Fenghuang looked at her speechlessly, and just left like that, he was too weak.
Everyone smiled and continued to chat as if this had never happened.
At this time, another clear female voice sounded from outside the door again, "What are you all doing? You are surrounded by the bride like this. No wonder she is not shy. I have to say something personal to the bride, big guy..."
The person who came was the third princess, Wei Young. The emperor specially sent her to preside over the wedding between Fenghuang and the seventh prince.
After hearing what the third princess said, everyone dispersed in a sensible way.
When there was no one in the room, the third princess sat down and held Fenghuang's arm, as if she had been friends with her for many years.
"Fenghuang, joining the royal family is not a good job. It needs to ring the alarm bell all the time. Like Li Feihuan's provocation just now, it is commonplace in the palace."
Fenghuang felt strange, he didn't have much contact with the third princess, why did she care about him so much? So just listen in silence.
Princess Weiyang continued, "Now that you are married, you can be the Seventh Princess with peace of mind in the future. You will be very happy. We will all be fine."
"Thank you Third Princess, I will definitely not be bullied so easily." Fenghuang could only thank her, because he didn't know what her intentions were.
Seeing her reaction, Wei Young smiled wryly, then got up and went out.
When the auspicious time came, Meng Shi and Yinhuan put the red hijab on Fenghuang again, and helped her to the hall from left to right.
Feng Renxian had already sat upright in the first seat, seeing the appearance of Fenghuang, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. But it was soon replaced by a trace of separation sorrow.
According to etiquette, when Fenghuang knelt down to say goodbye to Feng Renxian, tears flashed in his eyes, "Huang'er, you have grown up."
After leaving the main hall, Fenghuang continued to be supported, stepped over the brazier, and got into the wedding sedan chair.
When we arrived at the seventh prince's mansion, when the matchmaker raised the curtain of the sedan chair, the groom helped the bride off the sedan chair.
For some reason, Fenghuang was suddenly a little nervous.
A slightly pale hand stretched in, but it was not as immature as Fenghuang imagined. It was a slender hand with well-defined joints. If she hadn't known that the Seventh Prince was one year younger than herself, she would have said it was an adult. Men's hands up.
Fenghuang was stunned for a while, and seeing that the owner of that hand hadn't responded for a long time, he stretched it in again. Only then did Fenghuang come to his senses, and quickly put his hand up.
Well, it's ice cold, and the skin is delicate, smooth and elastic. It seems that the nobles in ancient times took good care of themselves, although this Seventh Prince was not very favored.
It's just that he is really thin, and his bones can be touched. Phoenix squeezed unconsciously.
Yang Yanjing coughed pretentiously, reminding the seventh concubine who hadn't paid her respects not to be so hungry.
Fenghuang was led by Yang Yanjing all the way, only to see a pair of bright red boots moving non-stop, and his hands were unexpectedly firmly grasping her.
The auspicious time just arrived, and the newcomers began to pay homage. Following Princess Weiyang's singing, the couple bowed to heaven and earth, and to the high hall. Just when they were about to perform couple worship, Fenghuang felt something strange.
The seventh prince, Yang Yanjing, suddenly coughed violently, his whole body trembled, and even the joy belt between them trembled.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Yang Yanjing's cough did not ease, but intensified instead, as if he couldn't control it.
Everyone in the lobby didn't know what to do for a while, what to do, it would be bad if the auspicious time was missed.
Some people also lamented that the Seventh Prince's body is so weak, and the second lady of the General's Mansion married in, and they don't know whether it is joy or worry.
Fenghuang was a little anxious, "Are you okay?"
At this time, Princess Weiyang calmly asked Yang Yanjing's opinion, "Yanjing, do you want to slow down and worship later?"
Yang Yanjing was still coughing, and couldn't answer Princess Weiyang's question. After a pause, he tried his best to suppress the cough, and said hoarsely, "I will worship now." The voice was unquestionably firm.
Princess Wei Young didn't hesitate, and shouted, "Husband and wife pay respects!"
Yang Yanjing and Fenghuang bowed to each other and bowed to each other.
"The bride is sent to the bridal chamber!"
Phoenix was in a daze all the way. I didn't even have a good experience of the ancient fun of the bride being sent into the bridal chamber, so I walked into the new house all the way.
It turns out that the Seventh Prince's body is already so weak. It's really pitiful. He is still sick and wants to marry such a "damaged" lady as the princess. It can be seen how unpopular it is.
However, fortunately, he is not in good health, so he can excuse not to have a bridal chamber with him. Because Fenghuang is not very accepting of sibling love, he always feels a little bit uncomfortable, like molesting a child.
Fenghuang just thought wildly, all the way to the bridal chamber.
By the way, the Seven Kings had such a bad cough just now, how can they deal with the toasts from everyone
However, this is not something she should worry about.
Just when Fenghuang was drowsy, his stomach suddenly let out a cry, "Goo."
"Damn it, I'm still hungry after waiting for so long." Fenghuang muttered, lifted his hijab, and got out of bed to look for something to eat. It's strange why she kept covering her head so honestly before.
Just as she quickly peeled a banana and opened her mouth wide to eat it, the door was pushed open.
Fenghuang still held the banana awkwardly in his hand, turned to look at the door, it turned out to be the Seventh Prince. However, why did he change his wedding clothes, did he vomit all over from drinking
Yang Yanjing stared at her in surprise, and Xi Niang who followed her was also embarrassed.
Cough, I am here to pick the hijab. "
Ah, wait a minute, I finished eating this banana, I'm so hungry. "
After eating, Fenghuang wiped his fingers, put the hijab back on, and asked the Seventh Prince to remove the dazzling red silk cloth.
Xi Niang has never seen such an outrageous marriage process.
Fenghuang said calmly: "You are not the Seventh Prince, if I'm not mistaken, you should be his younger brother, the Eighth Prince Yang Yanfeng."
"Seventh sister-in-law can actually see it? It's interesting, I want to know where I have exposed my flaws." Eighth Prince Yang Yanfeng chuckled.
"Isn't it obvious, you don't have your brother's sickness, and most importantly, you don't smell like alcohol, and you're not wearing a wedding dress." Fenghuang pointed out directly.
"It turns out that in this world, the same appearance can still be seen, which is interesting."