Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"If he is sad, he shouldn't make a regent! He should pass the imperial power to me in full!!"

Yu Wenhong yelled angrily, his eyes filled with resentment killing intent.

Yes, he is the emperor.

Emperor Power, he must get back to his hands as soon as possible!

Yuwenyin...

Yes, without Yuwenyin, these things will definitely be resolved!

Amidst the anger and resentment, Yu Wenhong's inspiration suddenly appeared, and a wonderful strategy came up in his heart...

...

The fifteenth of next month.

The whole emperor is full of lights and festoons, and it is full of festivity.

Today at auspicious time, their dear emperor is finally going to marry the queen and hold the queen ceremony!

The Queen Murong was also a daughter of a scholar of the Ministry of Rites and a distant relative of the empress dowager.

It is also a generation of talented women whose fame in the imperial capital is second only to that of the grand princess of Jiangmen.

The people praised this happy event again and again, and they were very moved.

Their emperor has finally grown up and can be alone!

This post-apocalyptic ceremony was very grand. The emperor ordered the whole country to celebrate, and the emperor at the feet of the emperor naturally gained brilliance. A long water table was set up to open a feast at the same time as the wedding banquet in the palace.

Everyone had a lot of fun.

Except for Murong Xuan.

At this time, she had just had a wedding with Yu Wenhong, sitting alone in the bridal chamber and waiting.

The girl under the happy curtain was not a bit happy, but looked melancholy.

She could tell that the emperor didn't like her at all.

Even before the wedding, both the movements and the expressions were extremely rigid, and even faintly resisted.

Not only that.

Since she sat on the couch, her eyelids jumped.

I always feel that some ominous premonition in my heart is gradually spreading.

When he became more anxious, suddenly, the door of the sleeping hall was quietly pushed open with a "creak".

She opened her eyes, subconsciously thinking that the emperor had returned.

But then I thought about it, but I felt something was wrong.

How could there be no movement at all when the emperor came back.

Soon, Murong Xuan heard the sound of puffs coming from her ear again, like a heavy object falling to the ground.

She was suddenly frightened, and couldn't help but said, "...who?!"

"...Sister Queen, don't be afraid!"

A sweet and witty young girl's voice, with a hint of smile, came not far from the front.

Murong Xuan was startled, always feeling that the voice was a bit familiar.

She pursed her lips slightly, finally provoking the happy curtain and looking out.

I saw a sweet and lovely girl, wearing the uniform of a maid in the palace, with her head tilted, standing at the small tea table opposite the couch.

And beside her, there was the court lady **** who fell to the ground, seeming to be all asleep.

Murongxuan's eyes widened in astonishment: "Are you... the little princess of the Xiang family?!"

Yes, she can't read it wrong, this is the little princess, Xiang Xing, who has been clinging to the emperor since childhood, and is stupid and stupid.

"Yeah!"

Xiang Xingtian smiled and nodded.

Afterwards, she ran and jumped to Murong Xuan lightly, winking at her with soft and bright eyes, "Sister Queen, you are so beautiful today!"

"……what."

Murong Xuan smiled sluggishly.

She is a little confused about the current situation.

But when Xiang Xing suddenly reached out into his sleeve, he found a small golden lock with a unique shape.

He smiled and handed it to her with a sincere look: "Sister Queen, Dad said that a beauty must be equipped with the most beautiful things. This is a big wedding gift Xinger gave you. Please accept it!"