"Okay." Yun Dieyi nodded in agreement. There seemed to be no other choice in this matter.
She originally thought that she was the kind of little girl who only cares about every penny, but now she suddenly realized that her mind was really broad.
If the Prime Minister can support a boat in her belly, she can definitely support several aircraft carriers.
If this matter becomes a rumor on the streets of Lost Country in the future, I wonder how those casual visitors will evaluate her grand gesture?
As broad-minded as the sea? Or high-profile? It’s interesting to think about it.
...When Yun Dieyi went with Jun Feimo to welcome the bride, everyone's jaws were about to fall to the ground. The palace maid hesitated to speak, wanting to point out the rules and ethics to explain that this was inappropriate, but in the end they all understood.
in silence.
In this way, the two of them walked side by side, each with a horse.
The saddles of the snow-white horses were wrapped in red silk, which complemented the noisy joy behind them.
The empty wedding sedan is surrounded by pearls, and the white raindrop-shaped beads are dotted with festive colors, adding a bit of beauty to the wedding sedan, like the beauty in white standing in the sea of fire, and like the silver blooming on the fire tree.
flower.
The red carpet on the street extends from the palace to the post house where the saint lives, and is sprinkled with gold powder. Looking from a distance, dots of golden light flicker in the spreading boundless red, nobility and joy coexist, and it is extremely dazzling.
Both sides of the street were crowded with people, some standing on tiptoes to look at the scene, and some chatting in low tones.
After arriving at the post house and welcoming the bride, they began their journey back to the palace.
The saint's sight was covered by the hippa, and her bare hands were spread out in front of her body like a green onion. The tiny tassel straps around the hippa hung down to her shoulders. She didn't know why, but there was always a strange feeling in her heart.
It seemed that when he was in the inn just now, other people looked at him with inexplicable sympathy in their eyes for a certain moment.
Along the way, there was no joy in her heart that she was going to be a wife. Instead, she was worried.
In Yun Dieyi's idle mood, in Jun Feimo's slightly repulsive feeling about being a groom again, and in the saintly girl's scheming mentality, the wedding team finally arrived at the palace.
The next step is to go to the church to get married...
Jun Fei and Mo Xing came to the queen who was sitting in a high position and raised his usual smile, "Queen Mother, Mo'er doesn't want to worship the saintly grandmother. Mo'er doesn't like it. How about Mo'er worshiping Sister Yun again?"
The guests present were all distinguished people, and they couldn't help but chuckle when they heard this.
They were afraid that their smiles would offend the Holy Maiden of Miaojiang, so they suppressed most of their laughter in their hearts. However, the chuckles that happened in unison still gathered into a loud noise, making the Holy Maiden's face not very calm under Xipa.
.
The amorous feelings of icy flesh and jade bones bloomed with vicious flowers, brewing in the heart what will happen next.
When the emperor heard Jun Feimo's childish words, he couldn't help but look ugly.
This is all nonsense. He married a saint and accompanied the princess. This was already outrageous enough. He could turn a blind eye for the time being, but what's going on now that he doesn't worship? It's still rude.
Calling the Holy Lady Grandma?
But he obviously forgot that fooling around is Jun Feimo's characteristic.
He never wants to be constrained by worldly rules and regulations, he does what he really wants to do in his heart.
Yun Dieyi did nothing to persuade her this time. If Jun Feimo didn't marry the saint, he would be disobeying the decree and disrespecting her.