August 18th is a very auspicious day, suitable for getting married and getting married, and suitable for everything. It is the best day in ten years and the most auspicious day for getting married.
Early in the morning, Aorong woke up to the congratulations of the maids. After washing, several old ladies from the palace dressed her up, put on a bright red wedding dress, tied up her hair in a dignified and beautiful bun, and wore Wear a beautiful pearl fringed veil, everything is like a dream, as beautiful as the Fairy Moon Palace
Every courtyard in the palace is decorated with new colors, and every corner is decorated with bright red. Even the servants are wearing bright red uniforms. Everything is a sea of red.
There were so many guests, so many gifts, so many people coming and going, and there was a lot of excitement and congratulations. Tang Qingcang, wearing a bright red wedding dress, stood at the door, greeting the guests from all over. His face was radiant and energetic, and he was getting more and more excited. The jade tree looks unparalleled in the wind, its eyebrows are beaming with joy, and the corners of its mouth are smiling from ear to ear.
The envoys from other princes from all over the world have also arrived, but their eyes are a little strange, and they keep wandering around with suspicious eyes, seeming to be looking for something.
Zhao Zheng and Shao Yu got together and waved off the servants who followed them, "Didn't I say that the girl has been buried in the sea of fire? What kind of song is this?" People are dead, how can we get married? Really a strange thing
The news from Shao Yu came slower than the rest of them, with a puzzled look on his face, "I can't figure it out either. The Nanping Palace has been purging people in the palace these days. All my staff have been wiped out, and I can't get any information." ,And you?"
Zhao Zheng's suspicious eyes glanced at Liu Jiyuan not far away. After all, this matter was all handled by him. It was he who told them that the matter was done and the person was dead. "My family is the same. Everyone sent out has It’s really frustrating to go and never come back.”
The two of them discussed it over and over again, but couldn't come up with a single result.
And Mo Xuyao didn't know what was going on. He looked at the cheerful decorations around him, his expression was a little dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Liu Jiyuan remained silent until he suddenly stood up and walked to Qingcang, "Prince Tang, who is your bride? Whose name is she?"
He was almost suffocating. He was obviously burned to death in front of his eyes, in his house. But what was going on now? Could it be that he had arranged for a lady from another family to be his bride? When he thought of this, he Can't calm down