Bancheng Fengyue

On February 2nd, the dragon raised its head, and it rained in the Qingdi Palace from Maoshi, and half of Taishan Mountain was once again immersed in water vapor. .s.

The priests all got up early in the morning, some were busy ordering the servants to arrange the small pavilions of the light moon, and some were busy counting the drinks for the wedding banquet. All the trees on the lakeside avenue have been pruned, the green grass is glistening, the green water is flowing, and it is extraordinarily elegant and refreshing.

Today is the wedding day of the young Emperor Qing who has just ascended the throne. Although His Majesty Qing Emperor has never kept a low profile and does not like to make noise, this is a wedding banquet no matter what, and it must be exquisite and careful to the extreme.

A priest brought a refreshment list to ask the priest Qi Nan who came from Zhongshan to help: "Priest Qi Nan, the ice cream that the princess you mentioned wants to be crushed ice cream, but it looks like this"

Qi Nan's hair on the temples is like silver now, but he looks like a fairy, showing more kindness than before. Compared with these anxious young priests who don't know the temperament of Mrs. Qingdi in the future, he is really old. He looked at the picture on the refreshment list, nodded and said: "It looks like this, wait a minute, the stuffing of agate and white jade cake Do not have bean curds, the tea leaves of Jiujiu Guiyuan tea should only be cooked once a thousand years, and Huaguang Feijing tea should not be poured with boiling water."

Seeing him chanting so much in a breathless manner, the faces of several young priests in Qingdi Palace turned green, and they did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. They wrote down all kinds of matters, enough to memorize half a book, but those who were already familiar with the princess style The old priests laughed and said, "Princess also pays more attention to refreshments."

Just as he was talking, the priests at the mountain gate hurriedly shouted: "Come here, come and clean up the lakeside avenue!"

The long chariots of Zhuyin and Huaxu had landed at the mountain gate, and Qi Nan had already gone up to meet them. The young priests of Huaxu looked timidly at the two figures coming out of the long chariot of Zhuyin. As expected, the two Zhongshan Emperors of this generation were as rumored, all of them were pale and indifferent, and looked particularly difficult to speak at first glance.

A dark blue figure also stepped out of Huaxu's long car, with a long and tall body, graceful and handsome, with a blue sky sword on his waist all the time, it was their young Qinghua Emperor His Majesty.

The newly appointed Emperor Zhongshan, who looked at the imposing and imposing Emperor Zhongshan wearing a long black and gold robe, said something to His Majesty Qingdi, suddenly raised his hand and hugged another red shadow from the car, and the young priests suddenly felt The sunlight that was obscured by the mist in the air seemed to be concentrated on her.

I heard that this wedding dress was made by Zhinu Ziyuan with great effort. The princess likes the red color reflected by the petals of the whirling peony in the setting sun, and she racked her brains to match that color.

At first everyone thought that the princess was too picky, but now seeing such an elegant and beautiful red, which complements the princess's appearance, they felt that she really should be picky, probably only she can wear this unique color so beautifully.

The princess held the arm of the priest Qi Nan reluctantly, and raised her head to say something. The priests guessed that she must be saying some sad words of farewell. Go back to Zhongshan and live in Zifu at will.

But actually the conversation goes like this

"Qinan, do you have something to eat? I'm hungry." She didn't sleep all night yesterday, and she was dragged up to take a shower, change clothes and dress up when she was ugly, probably afraid that she would wipe off the rouge on her mouth, so she didn't even give her a sip of tea , too cruel.

I eat all day long, even when I get married. Qing Yan glared at her: "You can eat as long as the banquet is open, bear with it now."

Xuan Yi sighed, Qing Yan has become less and less kind since he became the emperor, and Emperor Bai Ze also praised him for having the demeanor of the emperors of the Zhuyin family in the past. Is the fierceness the characteristic of Emperor Zhongshan?

Qi Nan supported her and walked slowly on the lakeside avenue, and said gently: "It's only once in a lifetime, princess, don't be sloppy today. I never thought I could see the princess in her wedding dress in my lifetime. I'm really happy right now."

What he was most afraid of before was that the princess would be alone all her life.

Xuan Yi supported him with his backhand: "Who asked you to come to work? You have been told to take a good rest long ago. When you move back to Qingdi Palace, Sheng's father and Qingyan are still taking care of you."

Qi Nan laughed: "You are wicked, you want to keep me, an old man, to continue to take care of it for you."

The princess twisted his sleeves into twists: "I can't bear you."

How could he let her go? Qi Nan quietly looked at the unparalleled beauty of the princess today. In a blink of an eye, the quiet and estranged little princess had grown up to be so big and beautiful, and she was married to his beloved emperor. He was relieved and a little sad at the same time. .

Qing Yan supported him from behind: "Qinan, you must hold back today, don't cry."

Well, he tried his best. Qi Nan held back two bags of tears.

Seeing that it was almost noon and the guests were approaching, the young Emperor Qinghua waved his long sleeves, the gate of the Qingdi Palace opened wide, thousands of golden flowers fell from the void, and the mist that filled the mountains and rivers seemed to be pushed away by a pair of giant hands in an instant. The sun is pouring down, and the golden light jumps on the Chengjiang Lake.

Xuan Yi leaned on the railing of the Danyue Xiaoxie, Zhi Yi was staring at the bronze bell in front of him in a daze, his hair was suddenly touched by a hand, a small food box was brought to him, and the voice of Fu Cang rang out in a low voice : "Be hungry"

Opening the food box, there were two rows of peach blossom and mincemeat cakes inside. She looked at the refreshments, and then looked up at the new Qinghua Emperor who was in high spirits. She smiled slightly and closed the lid instead: "I won't eat it, otherwise The rouge is gone."

Fu Cang sat beside her, pinched his chin to look at her exquisite makeup, and smiled lowly: "Well, it looks a little different today."

What does it mean to be a little different? It's obviously very different.

Xuan Yi tied the silk ribbon on his chin to look better for him. In fact, they didn't spend much time together in these years. She only stayed in Chunjun for less than ten years before she grew her first dragon scale. After the dragon scales were all grown, Goddess Wangshu, who had been waiting for a long time, gave her the post of Wangshu, and she lived in Wangshu Palace since then.

Wang Shu's priesthood is no different than others. Although he is free, he can't slack off every day. Fu Cang can only visit her at Wangshu Palace after completing the mission of the general. They always get together less and leave more, now that he has ascended the Qinghua Emperor, he can be regarded as free.

"The guests are coming, isn't His Majesty Qingdi going to welcome them?" Xuan Yi blew on the silk ribbon on his chin, whispering softly.

Fu Cang held her hand, pulled her to stand up, and stepped out of the Danyue Xiaoxie gracefully: "Madam should also be together."

The feast started, silk and bamboo were played, and the newly married emperor and his wife walked gracefully among the guests to toast. It is said that because the emperor’s wife can’t smell the smell of alcohol, the wine used today is Luo Fuchun, which has a very light taste, reflecting the simple and elegant scenery of Qingdi Palace , which is unexpectedly appropriate.

Qi Nan, who accidentally drank too much, chatted with the previous generation Qing Emperor and didn't know what to say; the new Emperor Zhongshan drank with the Nine Emperors and didn't know what to say; His predecessor, Emperor Zhongshan, didn't know what to say; his wife, Princess Chidi, was trying her best to introduce a suitable **** to her senior sister, Zhixi; Emperor Baize was fascinated by the scales of the golden carp in Chengjiang Lake. The goddess Xihe, who was already married, drank wine one cup after another, crying and fell into the arms of her husband; the prince Changqin and the old colleagues of the Dingmao Department were talking and laughing while drinking.

No matter how exquisite the wedding banquet is, it is bound to be noisy. After a round of toasting, Fu Cang, who has stolen half a day's leisure, takes Princess Long's hand and walks to the edge of Chengjiang Lake to see the two bigger golden carps in the lake.

Xuan Yi said slowly: "Brother Fu Cang, the wedding banquet is over, let's go out and play."

She was getting bored as Goddess Wangshu, and Fu Cang hadn't chosen a new God Fei Lian for the Wenhua Palace. He probably couldn't accept her living in Wangshu Palace with another **** and driving to the moon every night. She used to stay with Zhong Shan for many years and never felt bored, but ever since she was with him, she seemed to easily find it boring to be alone.

Now that she finally has a 300-year vacation because of her big marriage, she must have a lot of fun this time.

"Where do you want to go?" Fu Cang held her in his arms, waited for a long time without any answer, looked down, and saw that she was buried in rubbing a snowball, and immediately pressed it on her forehead, before accidentally telling her to drink After a few cups of Luo Fuchun, this non-drinking Princess Dragon must have started to faint again.

"Your elder brother told me last time that he has no intention of getting married." Fu Cang stroked her hair like a cat, "He also said that if it doesn't work, he will find a goddess who is willing to give birth to him to continue the blood of the Zhuyin clan. "

What's wrong? The drunken Dragon Princess reacted a bit slowly.

Fu Cang looked at her misty eyes, couldn't help but smile, bowed his head and kissed her lips with gorgeous rouge, the smell of rouge was not bad, he licked the fragrance off his lips, and said again: " I hope that the first one will be of Hua Xu's bloodline, I'm afraid Zhuyin's bloodline will make him wait a little longer."

Xuan Yi was very dizzy, with an expression of thinking **** his face, Fu Cang took the snowball off her forehead, and she slowly rubbed another one to hold it back.

Looks really drunk. Fu Cang touched her hot face, and said softly: "Hold on, don't sleep, you are the master today."

But if you really can't hold on, then just sleep and leave it to him.

On February 2nd, when the dragon raised its head, the wedding banquet between Emperor Qinghua and Princess Zhuyin was held for three days.

What impressed the guests the most was not the delicacy and ostentation of the ceremony. When they entered the gate of the Qingdi Palace, the princess was dressed in red and had black hair, and the emperor was elegant and elegant. The color of the mountains and rivers is also suppressed.

Ordinary people often talk about gods and couples, these four words are very appropriate when applied to them.

Stories about their past were also unearthed, and the gods relished it.

"The red layer on Princess Xuanyi's wedding dress is really beautiful." Among Yingying and Yanyan, a goddess suddenly sighed, "I don't know what I looked like when I got married."

The carnival debauched gods in the colorful flower garden laughed one after another: "I'm afraid it's not suitable for us to get married, how can the same **** be not tired of seeing the same **** for a hundred years?"

After finishing speaking, the enchanting goddesses turned their heads to look at the drinking emperor reclining on the sapphire platform: "Emperor ~www.novelmt.com~ Guess how long it will take for them to divide?"

The fiery red orb flashed between the emperor's forehead, his handsome outline was as aggressive as the blade of a strong wine.

He tilted his head and thought for a while: "I guess there will be no division in this life."

The goddesses smiled coquettishly and said, "Why did the emperor make such a statement? Could it be that he is also an infatuated person?"

Dijun laughed out loud with a "chi" and didn't answer the question. He raised his head to drink the wine in his glass, and waved at them in a leisurely and elegant manner.

Nephrite jade is full of fragrance again.

On the golden vertical panes, the clear and bright sunlight is as bright as flames. An exquisite and unique snow-white phoenix is ​​sealed in a transparent crystal box, and the long ribbon around its neck seems to be floating.

It will not melt for thousands of years, and the candle is cloudy and snowy.

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