daughter in power

Chapter 135 Husband and wife harmony
"Now, go out?"

After all, she has never been married before, so she doesn't know what to do next?
However, she seemed to remember that at this time, he should not appear in the boudoir.

It should be Xi Niang who came to carry her, carried her out of the boudoir, out of Tingfeng Tower, and carried her on the sedan chair of King Xiaoyang.

"Where is Bridesmaid?" she asked.

He smiled disdainfully: "How can you let her carry you on your back?"

He took a step forward, bent down and said with a smile: "My husband will personally carry you into the sedan chair, and I will carry you out of the sedan chair later. Do you agree?"

He has a charming smile, gentle and caring.

She was taken aback for a moment, always feeling that this should not be his appearance.

Hasn't he always been indifferent?
However, before he could hesitate, he stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms.

Holding her in his arms, he turned around and walked towards the door. He leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice, "Hold her tight. If you haven't reached the bridal chamber, you can't touch the ground with your feet. This is the rule of your Lizhou Mansion."

She was startled, and hurriedly hugged his neck tightly.

Although she didn't know what would happen if her toes touched the ground, she subconsciously didn't want to be unhappy.

I don't know why she must be happy with him.

"The lord...the lord took the young lady away..."

It wasn't until King Xiaoyang walked out of the boudoir with Qiqi in his arms that the maids who picked up the happy money realized it.

It's a pity that Qiushuang and Chunshui have already blocked the way to catch up.

Everyone clamored: "Hurry up..."

Someone laughed: "Why are you still chasing... The prince has snatched it up, haha."

A group of people laughed and sighed secretly that King Xiaoyang's strategy was right, and there were those who were unwilling to chase after King Xiaoyang.

The nuns had already prepared for another round of jewelry rain.

After a round of scrambling, Qiqi was carried to the door by King Xiaoyang.

Xi Niang, who was waiting at the door, panicked, and hurried forward: "My lord, it's better to be a slave to carry the princess..."

King Xiaoyang glanced at her, her face turned pale, and she bowed back.

King Xiaoyang hugged Qiqi like this, and walked from the door to the sedan chair.

The literati and bureaucrats were sitting in the carriage, singing along with Qu Le emotionally, which caused countless female family members to blush.

I wish I could get in that car and follow to become a doctor's wife.

According to the customs of the Great Xia Kingdom, the literati and bureaucrats who welcome the bride must be young people who have not married wives and concubines. Married people are not eligible.

The female relatives blushed and the doctors sang more emotionally.Even the court musicians who played the music began to change beautiful tunes.

Qiqi honestly put her arms around King Xiaoyang's neck, heard the lively melody, and said in a low voice: "Are we really going to get married?"

Through the bright red veil, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he could hear her words clearly.

"Of course. Let's go to the Ancestral Temple first, and fill in your name in the royal catalogue. Then we will return to the palace, where we will formally hold the wedding ceremony. Finally, we will go to the palace to pay respects to the emperor, mother, and concubine, and offer tea and presents."

The procedure sounds cumbersome, but she calmly said, "Okay."

He smiled and hugged her tightly in his arms: "We must get married today, and no one can destroy our marriage."

She curled her lips, always feeling that everything was not real.

When the sedan chair arrived, he carefully put her into the sedan chair. After she sat firmly, he had already lowered the curtain of the sedan chair and said loudly, "Get up the sedan chair."

The inner eunuchs lifted the sedan chair steadily, and she heard the commotion outside, and it suddenly seemed like a dream.

She was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Prince Xiaoyang."

The car curtain was raised, and his charming and charming face came in, and he smiled softly: "What's going on?"

She grabbed the sleeves in a little panic, her nails painted with Kodan were shiny and lovely: "I dreamed again last night."

There was no trace of impatience on his face, and he still looked at her gently: "Really? What did you dream about?"

She tried her best to remember, but she couldn't remember anything, so she frowned and said, "I... I don't know how to say it. Ever since I lost my memory, I have been dreaming, dreaming of a beautiful sister."

"Sister Beauty?" He smiled more and more comfortably.

She nodded: "Yes. In the dream, there is always a beautiful sister with a very beautiful back, playing the piano to me. The music that pops up is..."

She recalled: "It's the one I once sang to you."

But she only heard it sung by herself, and never heard it from anyone else.

It is not a minor tune of Lizhou Prefecture, nor is it a famous song of Liuhuo City.

She didn't know why she learned such a piece of music in her dream, and even sang it to him in the attic of Tingfeng.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "And then?"

She finally showed a little flustered: "But recently I've been dreaming about his face, it's...you."

Looking at him through the bright red veil, she looked a little embarrassed, but fortunately he couldn't see clearly at all.

Her face was hot, but she felt that it was impossible not to speak.

For some reason, she felt that she should tell him the story that disturbed her lucid dreams.

Although, he might not want to listen at all.

She looked at him.

He also looked at her.

After a long time, the sedan chair trembled slightly, probably the inner eunuch who was carrying the sedan chair suddenly shook his steps.

After all, after standing for too long, he lost his balance.

He suddenly laughed.

While smiling, he let out a long sigh, and stretched out his hand close to her face.

He wanted to lift the veil to take a good look at her Jiaorui-like appearance, but withdrew his hand again.

It is said that you will be unhappy if you have sex before you get married.

"Seven."

He sighed again, looked at her face through the gauze, and said tenderly and dotingly: "It turns out Madam has such a habit, it's okay, when we get married, I will play the role of beautiful sister for you every day for my husband."

He pursed his lips into a smile, his eyes gleaming with dazzling brilliance: "Keeping is [-] times more beautiful than the beautiful sister in your dream."

Shameless.

Qiqi felt that the most beautiful sister in the world must be in her dream.

Others, I'm afraid they won't be able to learn from the beautiful sister again.

Her heart suddenly became upright.

No more panic.

She refused to pay any attention to him.

He laughed, grabbed her slender hands on her legs, and said evilly: "Before going to the Taimiao, my husband wants to sing a song for you, would you like to listen?"

She blinked, puzzled.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, and the car curtain dropped, covering the world outside the car.

He could only hear him walking a few steps away, as if he had gotten on his horse.

She raised her eyebrows, and wanted to lift the car curtain to take a look, but finally held back.

The sound of firecrackers crackled and exploded, and the noise in my ears could no longer be heard, replaced by the deafening sound of cannons.

Indistinctly, the sound of looting from the crowd can be heard, probably the gold all over the ground has already attracted the attention of neighbors, relatives and friends.

She smiled slightly, and the servant girl beside the sedan chair said: "Princess, we are going to the Taimiao."

She recognized that it was Chunlan's voice.

The four dowry maids have already followed beside the sedan chair, following her into the marriage.

The sound of firecrackers faded away, and at the front of the welcoming procession, an inner eunuch was announcing the imperial decree.

Over and over again, loud and enthusiastic.

In the mainland of Kyushu, there are very few people who can be given marriages.

There are very few people who can marry the prince.

When the people along the way heard the imperial decree, their eyes glowed with enthusiasm, and they were envious and jealous.

Even a fool would know that the wife of the world's number one evil king, Concubine Xiaoyang, was sitting in the jet-black sedan chair trimmed with gold.

Jiang Qiqi's name was spread to distant places over and over again, and was passed down to the streets and alleys by the people of Liuhuo City over and over again.

Even the wind seemed to carry her fragrance.

The spring is late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant.

"The sound of pines in Xiling falls in the sunset and autumn, and thousands of branches and leaves are blown by the wind. The beauty aided the qin to compose the song, and the sound of the pines is intermittent. The intermittent sound clears my soul."

The intermittent singing spreads slowly.

The voice of the eunuch announcing the imperial decree gradually weakened.

The surrounding noises suddenly fell silent, and even the people watching by the road held their breath for a moment.

"The theory of the peace of the mausoleum is broken by the waves, and the beauty sits in the moonlight at night. Han Shaoshang is clearing the signs, how sad the wind is, and it is fluttering. Stirring the cold and pine, it rises again at night."

Sitting in the sedan chair, Qiqi was slightly taken aback.

Outside the sedan chair, in the air, the gentle voice of the man became more and more intoxicating.

"The night is young, the song is so long, and the golden emblem is even more exciting."

The singing voice, with its soul-stirring magic power, bit by bit, every word, beat on people's eardrums, as if they were beating on people's hearts.

Qiqi's eyes trembled, and she suddenly thought of Sister Beauty.

This tune is too familiar, this tune is too tactful, this melodious tune shows melancholy, but it is empty and quiet.

It's like a person, although he has thousands of words, he finally turns into speechless to the moon.

Listen to the wind forever.

"Who is not happy at this time, I feel bitter and sad to hear about the living room."

Outside, King Xiaoyang's singing finally ended.

But the eunuch who read out the imperial decree never continued to read aloud, and the doctors who sang and recited poems never continued to sing emotionally.

Everyone was silent, as if waiting for something.

Qiqi tugged at the sleeves tightly, her little heart seemed to be grabbed by something suddenly, her mind was in a daze, she didn't know what to think.

"The sound of pines in Xiling falls in the sunset and autumn, and thousands of branches and leaves are blown by the wind. The beauty aids the qin to compose the song, and the sound of the pine is intermittent."

"The sound is intermittent, clearing my soul. The waves are ruining the mausoleum, and the beauty is sitting in the moonlight at night."

Outside, King Xiaoyang sang the song again.

His voice was lazy and evil, and there was a thousand years of loneliness in his voice, as well as an indescribable downcastness.

She blinked, and for some reason, a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Her throat tightened, and outside, King Xiaoyang sang the next line: "Ye Weiyang, Qu He Chang..."

She couldn't help but sang along in a low voice: "Jin Hui is even more excited. Who is not proud at this time..."

Her voice was so soft that even the four maids following outside might not be able to hear her clearly.

But he suddenly stopped his voice.

Qiqi was stunned, the surrounding fields were silent, and there was a peaceful world in the sedan chair.

Outside, she knows nothing.

She raised her eyes, but the golden car curtain had already been lifted.

With an evil smile but gentle eyes, he stepped onto the sedan chair, stretched out his hand and said to her, "Come, let's go back in the sedan chair together."

She was stunned: "This... is against the rules."

He curled his lips into a smile, his eyes were filled with pride, and there was no trace of regret: "What rules are there? If you marry you today, you are the rules. Are you willing to let me cry outside and be seen by these people?"

It's obviously a wonderful newlywed, but I really don't know why he has to cry and be sad.

But she, didn't she also cry like rain?

She bit her lip and moved aside to make room for him: "Sit down."

He laughed, stretched out his hand to hook her waist, and sat down with a smile.

The two cuddled up to each other, and his hand was just under her nose.

On that hand was a green and green ring, shining with a moving cold radiance, and it was right on his index finger.

She frowned, with an unspeakable impulse in her heart: "This ring..."

She turned her head: "I remember that only people wear rings when they get married. Have you ever been married?"

(End of this chapter)