Yu Jun

On August 18, Mo Lingfeng went to Sejong Tongtian Palace to pay homage to his ancestors.

August 19th, wedding.

Starting from Yin Shi, the palace city is brightly lit both inside and outside. Red silk colorful stands are laid out from outside the middle gate of the south gate of the palace city to outside the Wu Mansion Gate.

Mo Lingfeng started dressing up at the last moment of Yin Dynasty. Cheng Suning watched the maid combing her hair and applying makeup on her. The maid applied a thin layer of vermilion on her face, lightly applied powder, and drew wide eyebrows——

"No," Cheng Suning told the palace maid to stop, "How can you use Guangmei with Feixia makeup?"

The palace maid wondered: "But His Majesty's phoenix eyes are as powerful as rainbows. If you use inverted eyebrows or light Manjusri eyebrows, it is not suitable. Only wide eyebrows can fit it."

Cheng Suning always felt it didn't look good, so Mo Lingfeng said calmly: "No need to draw eyebrows, just swipe lightly."

Cheng Suning immediately said: "Yes, your Majesty's features are picturesque, there is no need to do anything extra."

The palace maid combed her hair, wiped off her makeup, and lightly swept her eyebrows.

Mo Lingfeng didn't have the mother-of-pearl on his face, but changed the dress to a mother-of-pearl dress. He wore a crown, a phoenix crown on his head, a golden dragon on his head, piled with gold wire, the phoenix bird decorated with green feathers, a golden dragon soaring in the green clouds, the dragon's head mouth Holding a pearl in its mouth, a phoenix spreads its wings to fly, hanging gold and jade.

The palace maid carved Mo Lingfeng's head carefully, and it took a full hour before Mo Lingfeng stood up, opened her arms, and the palace maid dressed her in wedding clothes.

Cheng Suning stepped forward and put a gold and jade belt on her: "I thought your majesty would go to greet her today."

Mo Lingfeng looked straight ahead: "I thought in my heart that Wu Jin is worthy of me to go, but if I send you an unusual gift, future generations will be passive because I made this list once they can't control the courtiers."

Cheng Suning smiled and said: "Your Majesty is wise, but I am too worried."

After tidying up her clothes and finally putting on a gold collar, Cheng Suning took five steps back and looked at her carefully.

The wedding dress is embroidered with fine needlework and no exposed seams. The dragon and phoenix tattoos on the eyebrows and beard are all visible. The golden light is shining and the spirit is full of beauty. With the phoenix crown and gold necklace, it is already beautiful. Mo Lingfeng's face is in this scene. The golden light is not blurry, and the eyebrows are sharp and clear. He is really the blood of dragon and phoenix, and he is extremely majestic.

Mo Lingfeng looked at Keluoxiang and said, "It's Chen time. Are you going to pick up the lead officer?"

"Yes, I have already gone to Mr. Wu's house to greet me."

The reception officer was Cheng Taishan, who led hundreds of imperial guards and palace officials to stand outside the gate of Wu Mansion to pay homage to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin dressed in wedding clothes, mounted a white horse surrounded by everyone, and slowly headed towards the palace.

Wu's mother pushed Wu's father and stood in front of the door to watch.

No one mentioned getting married, no one ridiculed, this was a legitimate wedding, Wu Jin was still the prime minister of the court, entering the palace and returning home, no one hindered him, except that the heirs joined the royal family - this seemed to be an honor.

Everyone was congratulating, but Wu's mother smiled reluctantly, because this was the bride-in-law - Wu Jin's birth date had been given to the clan, and after his death, he was buried in the imperial mausoleum and received incense from the Mo family.

This was the best result. She could no longer complain, she just smiled and her eyes suddenly became wet.

On the royal road from Wu Mansion to the palace city, palace officials took out wedding cakes from the baskets and distributed them along the way. Pedestrians rushed to watch the groom on his horse.

The sun broke through the clouds, and Wu Jin was handsome, gentle, and natural. Especially his eyes, which were very clear. It was obvious at a glance that he was an extraordinary instrument. Many women looked at him and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Before Mo Lingfeng issued the edict, Wu Jin was walking in the capital. Women often stopped to watch, throwing flowers into their arms, and even more people followed him, ready to go, ready to let the talented man fall drunk in the arms of the beautiful woman. However, after the edict was issued, Wu Jin's charm dropped sharply. On the day of her wedding, she would no longer be the one in their fantasies.

Cheng Taishan rode in front, unable to move even an inch. It took more than an hour and he was sweating profusely before he reached the palace gate.

The group of people dismounted and walked into the palace until they reached the Ziwei Palace - Mo Lingfeng changed the situation where the couple ate together in the dormitory, instead they went to the Ziwei Palace to receive an audience from the courtiers.

They have shared joys and sorrows and shared meals. Today, he should stand on the high platform with her and accept the congratulations of the courtiers. Even the spouses of emperors can accept this kind of worship.

All the officials were waiting in the court hall, lined up on the left and right. When Wu Jin walked outside the palace door, he saw Mo Lingfeng waiting for him on the golden platform.

Three poles above the sun, a golden light passes through the court hall, making everything look like gilded gold. The babblers flutter their wings and the leaves rustle. For a moment, people are confused whether they are in Mo Mansion or the palace city.

He stepped across the threshold and passed among the civil and military officials, first performing the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers - he also performed the courtesy for future generations, so he should not be arrogant or despise the power of God.

"Stay flat." Mo Lingfeng smiled and stretched out his hand to hold it in the air.

Wu Jin stood up straight, crossed the chasm-like boundary, walked up Danqi, stopped one step away from the red lacquered square platform, held Mo Lingfeng's hand, and faced the courtiers.

One king, one minister, one hard, one soft, one cold, one gentle, seamless.

They accepted worship, ceremonies, and palace banquets from hundreds of officials. It was not until Haishi that the two of them returned to Funing Palace. After bathing and changing clothes, the moon had already reached the zenith.

Mo Lingfeng dismissed all the palace people, and when he walked to the window and opened it, a thin layer of sweat covered his body.

Wu Jin was wearing a white blue shirt and neat shoes. Only her bun was removed and her bun was exposed. She felt surprisingly calm.

He blew out the candlelight, leaving only two red candles burning outside the screen. When Mo Lingfeng turned around the screen, he was about to ask her if she was hungry. When he looked up, he saw that she was only wearing a white singlet, with black hair like a waterfall. , with bright eyes, rosy face, and fine beads of sweat on her lips. She doesn’t even need a phoenix crown or garland. Just standing there makes everything else eclipse.

He suddenly felt confused, quickly lowered his eyes, picked up the tea cup and handed it to her hand.

The cup swayed on the saucer, the cup lid jingled, and his composure was gone.

Mo Lingfeng held the teacup steadily, took two sips, and placed it on the table. Suddenly he reached out and touched Wu Jin's lips, and smiled: "Have you not thoroughly understood the "Secret Book of Fengyue" yet?"

"I haven't seen it, it's not that" Wu Jin said incoherently, his hands hanging down by his sides, his palms filled with fire, and wherever he put them, they would be burned.

His face burned into charcoal, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her in front of him, held her in his arms, and they all fell on the bed, sinking between the layers of brocade quilts.

The fragrance of several kinds of flowers bloomed one after another between the beds.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out her arms from below to wrap around his neck. Wu Jin lowered his head and rested on her neck, saying in a deep voice: "It's clear."

The autumn wind floats, blowing in a unique scent - ripe fruits, sweet and fragrant, as if they will fall from the branches in the next moment, soil, wheat straw, rice ears, dry and mature, all crowded into this narrow space, making the house It becomes even more hot and steamy, with no way to dispel it.

The weather is dry and everything is dry.

The green smoke in the smoker curls up and flies away with the wind. The bodies of the people in the room are also like the curtains, gauze tents and cigarettes in the room, rising and falling with the wind. The souls of the people in the room become flying flowers, an indescribable romantic flow. Tactfully, become vines, tightly entwined.