Male God, a Little Su

It's spring again.

The entire Su Mansion was filled with joyous colors.

People are so busy they can't do anything.

Xu Shi and Su Zhe were also busy entertaining guests.

"How are the preparations?"

Xu shi came to Xuanyuan Pavilion immediately after he was busy with the previous matters.

Su Rou, who was wearing the phoenix crown, slowly turned her head and smiled sweetly when she saw the person coming, "Mother."

"Hey, hey."

Xu shi wiped the corners of his eyes, walked up quickly with a smile, looked at Su Yan back and forth, and said with relief, "My son is so beautiful today!"

Su Yan wore a red wedding dress with golden peacock embroidery, which was carefully customized by dozens of embroiderers with gold thread.

The phoenix crown is covered with gems, and the scars on her face have long since disappeared.

Skin white as snow, bright eyes and white teeth.

She looks like a fairy concubine in red, her beauty is unreal.

"Sister is beautiful!"

"My sister is the most beautiful~"

"Hehe~ my sister wants to kiss~"

A group of radishes at home ran around in Su Yan's house, dragging the corners of her clothes and acting like a spoiled child.

In their small heads, they couldn't understand why their mothers and aunts laughed with tears and why they were reluctant to give up.

Once a woman gets married, some things are different.

At this moment, from outside the courtyard, there was joy, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, very festive.

Su Jiahe, in a blue robe, walked in quickly with red eyes, her hoarse voice filled with endless reluctance.

"Sister, sister, I'll carry you."

Su Yan knew that it was useless to say anything at this time. She nodded, and the aunt next to her immediately covered her with a red hijab.

Su Yan climbed onto Su Jiahe's body and smelled the breath of Song Mo coming from her younger brother.

The boy who was impulsive at the beginning has also grown up to be able to stand on his own.

Under the hijab, Su Yan slightly curved the corners of her lips.

...

Yan Fengmian sat on the horse, he rarely wore strong colors, he was a little less warm, and more fierce and handsome.

Yan Mingxi, who was already the prince, also rode a horse and followed Yan Fengmian's side.

Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Brother Huang, don't be nervous, today is your big day!"

Yan Fengmian lowered her eyes and pursed her lips slightly.

How can you not be nervous? It's all like a dream.

It's so beautiful, if it's a dream, let him keep doing it...

"Yeah! It's here!"

Yan Mingxi immediately dismounted and dragged Yan Fengmian.

He secretly laughed, always oppressing his imperial brother, but he didn't expect to be so nervous.

Yan Fengmian took a breath and hurriedly raised her eyes to look.

Wearing a red wedding dress like fire, outlines her graceful figure. She quietly leaned on Su Jiahe's shoulder, and the red hijab blocked Yan Fengmian's sight.

When he dismounted, he even fell.

Yan Mingxi quickly supported Yan Fengmian.

Seeing that the other party didn't even look at him, he pushed him away and walked straight towards Su Yan.

"Rouge, I'm here to pick you up—"

Su Yan raised her head when she heard the familiar voice, but unfortunately her eyes were bright red.

She frowned, and just at this moment, a gust of wind blew past, and the red hijab on her head was blown away with a "swoosh".

"Yeah, hijab—"

Xu Shi called out, but unfortunately it was too late.

She could clearly hear the gasping sounds around her, and Su Rouge's small face, which was finely decorated with rouge and gouache, became more and more prominent and revealed to everyone.

At this moment, everyone knows what it means in the ancient books: once the city is full of people, and then the kingdom of people is taken care of.

If Dayan's General Su cannot be the number one beauty in the world, then there will be no more beauty in the world!