Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 49
A group of people walked forward along the palace road, surrounded by sycamore trees, lush and green.

While walking, Fu Ling took out a few peeled long-lived fruits from her waist, turned around and handed them to Xia Yan who was behind her with crooked eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Xia Xia definitely didn't need breakfast, come here, I'll give you something delicious. "

"Thank you, Crown Princess, for the reward. This servant is very grateful."

Xia Yan immediately bent down and took the longevity fruit given by Fu Ling with both hands, and saluted respectfully.

Fu Ling slightly raised her eyebrows: "You're welcome."

At the corner, Wei Zitong stretched out his left hand, bowed respectfully to guide Jun Beicheng and Fu Ling, and followed them slowly.

"Your Highness, the Royal Clothes Pavilion is ahead."

Jun Beicheng raised his eyes slightly.

An old tailor with white beard and hair was waiting outside Yuyi Pavilion.

The old tailor's face was like a wrinkled dough cake, with lines one after another, but his expression was very lively.

Seeing Jun Beicheng coming outside the pavilion, the old tailor took a step forward and knelt down on the ground with the two queen tailors behind him.

"See Your Highness, see Crown Princess."

Jun Beicheng nodded lightly, took the girl's hand to step up the steps, and walked into the Yuyi Pavilion, which specially sewed robes for the royal family.

The decoration in the pavilion is extremely solemn, and all kinds of royal robes are separated by special screens, and everywhere they go shows the majesty of the royal family.

Fu Ling couldn't help sighing, tugged Jun Beicheng's hand a little nervously, and looked at him with worried frowns.

The two looked at each other.

Jun Beicheng looked at the girl frowning in thought, pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly.

The man looked at the group of officials and maids behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Except for Wei Zitong, Xia Yan, and this old master, the rest of you should step back and stand by outside the palace."

"Yes."

Everyone took orders, bowed their waists and retreated silently.

Fu Ling smiled, she looked up at him, her eyes were as clear as dew, filled with her attachment to the man.

The corners of Jun Beicheng's lips raised slightly, and he whispered something in the girl's ear, his tone was quite gentle.

When he spoke, he leaned slightly, and his long black hair fell like a cloud from his ears.

Under the focus of the eyes of several people in the pavilion, the princess's fair face gradually turned a blush, like a delicate peach blossom outside the bamboo.

Seeing that the girl was no longer nervous, Jun Beicheng raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zitong. There was no softness on his handsome face, and he said lightly: "Please bring the wedding dress of Fengmian to the fitting room, and I will try it on for the princess." Clothes."

Wei Zitong and the old tailor couldn't help but stare...

This phoenix crown wedding dress has been the most important part of the enthronement ceremony since ancient times, and trying on it also involves many customs.

After repeatedly observing the celestial phenomena and the approved days by the Qin Tianjian, I thought His Highness would come in accordance with the Daqin custom.

I didn't expect His Highness to indulge the Crown Princess so much that he would break the customs that have been passed down for several generations for her.

The old tailor was naturally unwilling.

Since ancient times, there has been no precedent for such a pampered woman, let alone the most solemn enthronement ceremony, where is the majesty of the royal family.

"Return to Your Highness," the old tailor knelt on the ground boldly, closed his eyes and kowtowed, and said in a trembling voice, "Fengmian's wedding dress is not like ordinary dresses, and the steps of wearing them are very cumbersome. The two dexterous court ladies are assisting the Crown Princess, and the servants will definitely satisfy the Crown Princess when she tries on it."

Jun Beicheng heard the words, but did not reply immediately.

Instead of being angry, he smiled, walked slowly to the old tailor, squatted down in front of him, patted the dust on his back, and said, "In other words, I'm not as good at trying on clothes as a court lady, am I?"

Although the man smiled lightly, there was a trace of coldness in his deep and magnetic voice.

(End of this chapter)