The breeze blew the brocade handkerchief, and Yun Dieyi's faint smile flashed past and floated in the air.
After she entered the phoenix sedan, Jun Feimo sat back on the horse.
That horse is handsome and handsome, with a bright gaze, a snow-white body and smooth body, and no trace of messy hair on its body, so it is obviously a good breed.
Jun Feimo's riding skills don't seem to be very good, but because the horse is so docile, it doesn't get bumpy when riding.
...As the sedan chair advanced, the loud sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and the sound of suonas flew every now and then. The music played was a piece specially composed by the royal musicians for the royal wedding ceremony, which invisibly showed the royal favor.
Shili Hongzhuang followed behind, slowly rolling across the spacious road.
The ground from Yun Mansion to the Imperial Palace was sprinkled with gold powder, and a little bit of light almost dazzled the eyes of the onlookers.
Jun Feimo was sitting on the horse, holding the reins in his hand. The smile on his lips was stronger than the scorching sunlight. The joy on his jade-like face spread slowly like a clear rhyme, seeming to reach people all over the world.
Everyone knows his happiness.
Yun Dieyi, who was sitting in the wedding sedan, felt a little stuffy as the tassels around the sedan swayed, so she took off the brocade handkerchief and found a comfortable position on one side of her body to sleep.
In the dream, there were pieces of peach blossoms flying down, like a dream or an illusion, and it seemed real and fake.
Suddenly, she was awakened by the harsh noise. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, opened the curtain, and found that she had arrived at the palace gate. The guards had solemn expressions on their faces. On her right, there was another sedan chair, exquisitely dressed.
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Apparently, it was the sedan chair used by Princess Yuling to get married.
But is that quarrel something special?
A verbal quarrel caused by the collision between the bride and groom?
Immediately afterwards, Xi Niang's voice sounded, and she seemed a little embarrassed. Her voice was very low, "Miss Yun, could you please wait a little longer for Princess Yuling's sedan to pass by before we can move on."
Yun Dieyi said nothing and just waited. She was not in a hurry to get married anyway.
She had just woken up and was too lazy to worry about these trivial matters.
But someone always refused to let her get what she wanted. Liu Xuan's voice entered her ears like a demonic voice from outside the world, and seemed to be saying to Jun Feimo, "You idiot, why don't you get out of the way."
There was impatience hidden in his voice, but Yun Dieyi easily caught it.
Hearing this, Yun Dieyi leaned forward slightly and twirled the brocade handkerchief idly in her hand. She was curious, was Liu Xuan unwilling to keep a low profile even on his wedding day? He had to be so sensational to show his extraordinaryness?