There were no palace maids coming and going to serve the palace. The red gauze was swaying in the huge inner palace, and the fire was blazing, but there were only a few palace maids in red and green standing guard.
The bride, wearing a bright red auspicious dress, sat on the phoenix bed. The gauze curtain was half-draped and the bead curtains jingled. The woman's figure was upright, without any signs of fatigue.
Although she was wearing complicated bridal attire and a heavy bridal headdress, she still showed a graceful and graceful figure, slender and straight, a bit more heroic than other women.
If the Ministry of Etiquette or outsiders really saw it, they would definitely be very surprised. Why did the empress dress like a bride during her wedding, instead of the emperor's wedding dress?
But no one in this quiet hall questioned it, they even thought it was very normal.
Time passes little by little, the crescent moon hangs low in the west, hanging low on the eaves of the palace, the iron horses in the corridor are tinkled by the sharp spring breeze, and the wintersweet flowers planted in the large vat exude a faint fragrance, which makes people feel attracted to it.
Intoxicated.
A figure dodged through the palaces like a ghost, evading numerous guards, and then landed on the top of the verandah of Tai Chi Hall like a big black bird.
He paused briefly there, then went down again and landed behind the Tai Chi Hall.
Although there were several secret guards here, no one heard his voice or saw his trace. In the end, he successfully landed in Tai Chi Hall.
The maids in the hall were very quiet, but the figure was even quieter than them. As he passed by, they fell into a deep sleep.
In a short period of time, the entire Tai Chi Hall fell into complete silence.
Except for the wind blowing the iron horses in the corridor, except for the wind entering the hall and fluttering the bead curtains with a slight crisp sound, except for the popping sound of the charcoal fire in the smoke cage in the hall and the lingering fragrance, the whole hall was quiet, and there seemed to be no one.
existed.
Then he came to the inner sanctum where the bride was.
The bride seemed a little tired, leaning against the bedpost, with her long hijab hanging down, and the beautiful tassels dangled in front of her eyes. The dragon and phoenix candle as thick as an arm next to her was burning happily, and her red tears were flowing, but
They are tears of joy that would rather burn all night long until dawn.
The man stood in the shadow of the lamp, with a slender figure, dragging out the coldness of the place. He took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a beautiful face.
A man who is as beautiful as an immortal, especially in such a quiet night, no matter how noisy outside, but here and now, everything seems to be quiet because of him.
The candlelight flickered, reflecting his stunning beauty. The clear brilliance on his face condensed into a peerless beauty, and his dark eyes were filled with light.
He walked forward step by step. At this time, the bride on the bed shouted, "Who!" Then she rolled over and entered the bed. By the way, the yellow and red bed gauze inside also fell down and hung on the bed.
In front of her.
The man stood two feet away from the bed, clenched his fists secretly, and said in a cool and tender voice, "Mingzhu, it's me."
The person who came was naturally Xiao Xian, the Xiao Xian that Shen Mingzhu had been thinking about deeply.
Shen Mingzhu in the bed said coldly: "It turns out to be King Yan. It's a pleasure to meet you. Long time no see."
The voice was extremely cold, distant and indifferent, as if there was no emotion at all, as if the two were not husband and wife, but enemies.
Xiao Xian's heart twitched fiercely. He still overestimated himself. It seemed that he couldn't bear even the slightest indifference from her to him, let alone the strange feeling of being like a passerby.
