Chapter 638

Yan Yuexuan's face caressed Murong Zhining's peach cheek: "I'm too confident. I didn't expect Ning'er to resist me so much! I'm afraid to hurt her. I don't worry about others! Ning'er Wake up, have a cup of milk tea, pad your stomach, and be obedient. "

Murong Zhining opened her blurred eyes and stroked Yan Yuexuan's face: "general Ning'er has a nightmare that you abandoned Ning'er... "

Zheng Changxing said with a sad face: "emperor, mother, she is insane..."

Yan Yuexuan scolded: "stupid slave, you are insane. Your mother is a drug attack. For a time, your brain is not very clear. Even if she is not sober, she still has me in her heart. Bring the milk tea to your mother

Murong Zhining obediently drank up a bowl of milk tea, she slightly gasped: "general, where is this? How does Ning'er feel Is it like living apart from you? "

Yan Yue Xuan gently kisses Murong Zhining's forehead: "fool, you've fallen asleep. Today is our wedding day."

Zheng Changxing bowed: "the emperor, the auspicious time has arrived, please go to the bridal sedan chair."

Xiaobi is holding a bright red transparent shazilong cloak, which is set on Murong Zhining's body. The back of the Cape is embroidered with a phoenix standing high in gold. The end of the Cape is two feet long. It is embroidered with a stretched phoenix tail by means of hollowing out.

Yan Yuexuan sighed: "such a perfect wedding dress, only my Ning'er is worthy of wearing it. It's a pity that Ning'er has to be tied up and can't show the beauty of this wedding dress! Ning'er, you will be the most beautiful bride in the history of Taiji palace

Murong Zhining's full face was surprised: "why should Ning'er marry to the palace? Shouldn't you marry to the general's office? General... "

Yan Yue Xuan held Murong Zhining in his arms: "fool, no matter you marry into the palace or the general's house, you have married your beloved fish eating brother! Go, I will hold you on the sedan chair

Zheng Changxing came trotting with two red ribbons: "emperor, to be on the safe side, you'd better tie up your mother's hands and feet!"

Yan Yuexuan hugged Murong Zhining into the sedan chair embroidered with gold dragon patterns, and tied her hands and feet with ribbons: "Ning'er is good, be patient for a while, this is the wedding rules."

Murong Zhining smile, a pair of pear vortex rippling in the corner of the lip: "Hmm!"

Zheng Changxing asked Yan Yuexuan to wear his Xi robe, carefully put it on him, and helped him to mount the horse attentively: "emperor, you have to walk in front of the sedan chair. Before you arrive at the gate of the Imperial Palace, you must not look back at the bridal sedan chair. Do you remember that?"

Yan Yue Xuan nodded and raised his hand to correct the purple gold crown on his head and walked in front of the sedan chair. Eight strong bodyguards lifted the sedan chair and followed the horse of Yan Yuexuan. The wedding procession marched towards the capital. Behind the sedan sedan chair is followed by a row of drummers, more than a dozen suona players are working hard to play the music of "a hundred birds facing the Phoenix".

Murong Zhining sits powerless in the sedan chair. She happily looks at Yan Yuexuan's back through the gap between the door curtain of the sedan chair. She is confused in her mind and does not know whether she is in reality or in a dream?

Murong Zhining's thoughts, trance back to the night four years ago. That night, Yan Feng angrily overturned the table and left at the banquet, so she was forced to take a carriage and was taken away from the palace. A man in white, riding in front of her, she looked at the man's back through the curtain of the carriage, which was familiar and strange to her.

Murong Zhining's thoughts are like an arrow that has left the string. The past flashed in front of him like a walking lantern. Yan Yuexuan's back is still as cold as four years ago, and his white shirt seems to be soaked into vermilion by Murong Zhining's blood. Murong Zhining's mind gradually clear, she sadly found that she has entered a dead end.

Murong Zhining sent out a sad cry: "stop Stop Yan Yuexuan, you don't want to hurt this palace any more... " Her weak voice was drowned in the noise of joy.

Yan Yuexuan's ears came the sound of loud music. He seemed to hear Murong Zhining's weak voice. He wanted to look back and think of Zheng Changxing's advice. He was ruthless and didn't look back.

Murong Zhining looks out from the curtain, and the outline of the capital is more and more clear. The city that she loves and hates seems to be a beast with a big mouth, and she is being bound and sent into the mouth of this beast.

The gate of Shangjing is decorated with red silk. There are four huge horns on both sides of the city wall. Two cannons flash with fire, and the sound of deafening salute is issued one after another. The huge horn on the city wall also keeps ringing with the "whine".

Inside and outside the capital city, there were crowds of onlookers. After seeing Yan Yue, they all knelt down on both sides of the road. When he rode far away, they would not dare to stand up and catch up with the wedding procession.

Yan Yuexuan is high spirited riding on the lightning back. He is tied with a red silk flower on his chest. This man's power and talent are incomparable in the world. He is born to be a king. He has a refined temperament in his martial arts. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is as high as a God. Yan Yuexuan's face with a smile of life satisfaction, calmly accepted thousands of people's worship.Yan Yuexuan rode on the red carpet and entered the capital gate. A burst of firecrackers rang out. The crowd was separated by guards with spears. Murong Zhining's sedan chair was solemnly welcomed into the capital.

Murong Zhining is full of emotion. She once secretly looked forward to her wedding in her heart. She once dreamed of being carried into the general's Mansion by a small sedan chair, which opened her happy marriage life with chiyun Yuexuan. But now, she is enjoying the courtesy of Hua Yan. She is carried into Shangjing by Yan Yuexuan in a sedan chair. However, she has no expectation in her heart. Instead, she is in a state of mind like ashes.

When the sedan chair stopped in front of the palace, Yan Yuexuan got off the horse and took over a piece of transparent embroidered red gauze cap handed over by Zheng Changxing, and opened the sedan door to Murong Zhining's head: "Ning'er, do you still remember? I was still a general at that time. I said that on the day I married you, I would take you into the general's house in person. You joked at that time that the general's house was not as big as the imperial palace. I mean what I say. I will not only carry you into Shangjing city with eight sedan chairs, but also carry you into Taiji palace in person. I will let the world see that you are the one who bent down to ask for marriage. "

Murong Zhining knows that resistance is useless. She appears to be extremely cooperative and allows Yan Yuexuan to hold her: "Yan Yuexuan, since this palace can't change its own destiny, this palace will try to change your destiny! You wait, your Taiji palace will be turned upside down by this palace... "

Yanyuexuan holding Murong Zhining into the palace gate, Murong Zhining that embroidered with gold phoenix tail feather of the train end, long drag line in the sprinkle gold carpet.

Yan Yuexuan chuckled calmly: "what is my Taiji palace? It's our Taiji palace! I promise you, the whole Huayan belongs to you. If you are naughty enough to tear down your own home, I will have to build a new palace for you! "

After the sound of the gun salute, the master of ceremonies folded his hands to the top of his head and said in a loud voice: "Xianglong is seeking his wife in the sky, and the world is prosperous and healthy. There is a phoenix to greet me, and eight sides of Changtai to Zhenxiang! " The congratulatory message and the sound of rites and music reverberated over the Taiji palace.

Yan Yuexuan holds Murong Zhining and ascends. His step is steady and his face is solemn like pilgrimage. He kept on holding Murong Zhining and climbed the 21 steps.

Murong Zhining leans weakly against Yan Yuexuan's chest. The familiar fragrance of ambergris comes from her nose. Beside her ears are the warm breath and rhythmic heartbeat of Yan Yuexuan. Everything is the scene in the dream. However, Murong Zhining's heart is like a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of ups and downs of sadness and joy.

Murong Zhining's eyes through the flimsy red gauze explore the crowd, she saw Meng Xia and Shen Hongbo standing side by side on the right side of the platform on the steps, two people slightly beckoned to Murong Zhining. Yang suo'er and Shi Yong stand by Meng Xia's side. On the left side of the platform, Jin Yang and his wife nodded their heads to Murong Zhining, and their faces were beaming with joy.

Yanyuexuan continues to hold Murong Zhining up, and then ascends nine steps. Murong Zhining sees Yin and butcher Zheng at a glance. They are arranged on two seats. It can be seen that Yan Yuexuan has given them great courtesy.

Yan Yuexuan stepped on the red carpet and carried Murong Zhining up nine steps. The towering outline of Zhaoqian hall was displayed in front of Murong Zhining. Murong Zhining laments the complicated and changeable fate. Yan Feng once solemnly sent her back to SHANGXIA. Four years later, Yan Yuexuan welcomed her back from SHANGXIA with the highest etiquette.

Murong Zhining's eyes fell on Yan Feng who was watching the ceremony. Yan Feng and chiyun Ping held hands and stood on the platform in front of Zhaoqian hall. Yan Feng was dressed in a blue dragon pattern gauze robe, and his silver hair was neatly coiled in the seven bead crown. His eyes were calm and solemn, his expression was calm and natural, and he could not see any emotional changes.

Chiyunping is dressed in the princess's clothes. She is nestled by the flaming beacon like a bird. Her face is covered with pink gauze. She looks mysterious and charming. Chiyun Ping's abdomen is slightly uplifted, and she confidently clasps with the ten fingers of Yan Feng. At first sight, she is an enviable loving couple.

On the left side of the platform, Yan Han's face was pale, and he was sitting on a luxurious dragon chair. His expression was very complicated, which made people unable to see the sadness and joy.

Next to Yan Han, Ning Ze Zhi and Ning old lady are sitting side by side in a wide mahogany soft chair. Ning Zezhi points her head slightly. On her face, however, she smiles into a blooming peony flower.

On the right side of the platform, chiyunnan and Mrs. chiyun are sitting side by side on a mahogany chair. Chiyunnan's face is as majestic as it was in those years. But there is a kind smile on her face.

Yan Yue Xuan was attached to Murong Zhining's ear and said softly: "Ning'er, thank you so cleverly cooperating with me today! I'll take off the ribbons on your hands and feet when I see you later. "

Murong Zhining indifferently said: "this palace will not salute you, Yan Yue Xuan, you put this palace!"

Yan Yue Xuan said gently, "Ning'er, don't you say angry words? It is enough to show my sincerity that I carried you back in the sedan chair and carried you into the palace in person. Did you see my grandfather and grandmother? If you make a fool of yourself, how sad they will be? Ning'er, as long as you don't let me lose face, I will listen to you in private

Chiyun Ping shook the arm of Yan Feng: "brother Feng, look at Yan Yue Xuan, how can he marry someone else's Murong Zhining and tie his hands and feet back?"