Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 321 Finale ([-])

In the second year of Jingwen, May 28 of the lunar calendar, it is advisable to marry.

The sky is bright and blue, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and there is a brilliant sun hanging high in the sky. In midsummer, the scenery is too beautiful.

The entire streets of Ying'an, big and small, were packed shoulder to shoulder and full of people, crowded without any gaps, really boiling hotter than freshly boiled boiling water.

Today is the day of great joy for the marriage of the two eldest sons of Rongguohoufu and Yanguohoufu.

Even today's holy majesty personally issued an imperial decree to congratulate, the decree said: "Double Happiness is coming to the city, congratulations by the whole country, tax exemption for one year."

Hearing that the wedding party will throw money, the common people gathered on the street with bags early in the morning, looking forward to it.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, there was finally a sound from the end of the street, the sound of the team kicking and kicking, and the sound of gongs and drums.

"I heard that the princess and the eldest son are in love with each other. My brother-in-law who works in the palace said that the princess is very happy!"

Citizen A immediately raised the bar: "Do you still need to say? Can you marry if you are not happy? Look at Lao Liu, he has started to fart again."

Commoner B pressed the head of commoner A, jumped three feet high, and finally saw two people riding horses: "Come on, come on!! I saw Jiang Duwei! And Yan Shizi!!"

The common people took out their bags one after another, and rushed towards the welcoming team in unison. There was a sea of ​​people, blocking the way of the welcoming team.

The two rows of guards in the middle of the street began to sprinkle money on both sides of the street. It was a wise move for them to clear the way with neat steps.

Fu Ling dragged Jun Beicheng to snatch money among the crowd, and when the wedding party scattered, Fu Ling took Jun Beicheng to the ground to grab money from the people.

Citizen A became impatient, pulled Jun Beicheng's hair, bared his teeth, and dragged him behind him: "You are so young, you actually rob things with us old men, don't learn something!"

Jun Beicheng's bun was twisted and deformed by commoners, scattered messily on his shoulders, and silently squeezed by the crowd.

This group of werewolves, with ugly faces, might be poor and crazy.

Fu Ling next to him robbed a lot of money, her eyes turned green, and she really got along well with the commoners.

"If you don't pick it up, go out if you don't pick it up, like a fool, hey, there is a fool here," the commoner thinks that Jun Beicheng's standing still is very obstructive, so he pulls him by the collar and drags him aside, staring at him, "Be careful I let my brother-in-law who works in the palace beat you to death!"

The corner of Jun Beicheng's mouth twitched, straightened his deformed skirt, and sneered: "Pick up more, buy some sachets to plug your mouth."

"Let's go, let's go, you don't pick up money, you go out if you don't pick up money, you don't have any eyesight!"

The common people pushed Junbei City around in Bingding and Wuxu, and they all looked like they were open to money.

Looking at the finger prints on the white shirt, Jun Beicheng fell into a cleanliness addiction again, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over his body.

He is really crazy to believe Fu Ling's nonsense that he came to join in the fun!
Wherever the soldiers passed, all pedestrians were attracted to both sides of the street by the silver, and a wide avenue was instantly opened up on the wide Suzaku Avenue.

Jiang Lige was dressed in a red wedding dress, riding on a bloody BMW like a dog, under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows was a pair of slender and affectionate peach blossom eyes, revealing a luster that seduces the soul.

He glanced restlessly at the pretty little sister on the side of the road, and sometimes hooked his lips, and there was a wild and unrestrained smirk on the thin crimson lips.

Yan Xiaowai was holding the reins of the horse, and he was also dressed in red.

The little idiot's jet-black hair was neatly combed in a bun on the top of his head, wrapped in an exquisite white jade hair crown, with red silk ribbons hanging from both sides of the jade crown, and a knot tied on his lower forehead.

In order to marry his sister, he has worked hard to learn how to ride a horse for a long time, and today it finally comes in handy!

(End of this chapter)