[69 Book Bar - www.] Xiliu lowered her head, and the colorful gemstones hanging down from the gold chain around her neck slowly swayed. She put down the golden coral in her hand: "I... still don't want to go, okay?
?Miss, I...I'm afraid," she said.
"It would be too boring if I went alone. Don't worry, you and I are no longer the same people we were before, especially me..." Mo Qingwu curled her lips and touched her left cheek with her slender fingertips.
The conspicuous scar made the light in her eyes dim, but in just a moment, she returned to her evil and enchanting nature, with a smile as bright as a flower.
"Let the baby in my belly watch this with his own eyes. One-third of the chances are that it is the wedding between his biological father and his aunt, haha..."
God knows, what kind of mentality did Mo Qingwu have when she said these words? She always looked indifferent and disapproving.
Xiliu was startled, and suddenly felt that a woman like the young lady must have an unknown and deep tenderness in her heart, which is the limit and the most beautiful emotion. The curved eyebrows are just the disguise she needs to achieve her goal.
That face that always smiles is just a mask, and all the fragility behind it can be ignored.
Time seems to have passed a long time.
Xiliu lowered her head and looked at her increasingly beautiful cheeks in the mirror, and then looked at the side. She was no more charming than the young lady three months ago... Her heart seemed to be bleeding.
In fact, she was very willing to go out dressed like this. However, it was the first time that she came into contact with such gorgeous clothes and makeup, and she suddenly felt the urge to cry...but there were no tears...
When Mo Qingwu sneaked into the wedding venue with Xiliu, she was still as usual, wearing a white veil, a thin layer of powder on her face, and a dark blue brocade long skirt with white embroidery on the skirt.
There are dots of plum blossoms, and a white brocade belt is used to tie up the uncontrollable slender waist.
However, because of her pregnancy, she did not dare to tighten her belt so tightly. She tied her black hair into a bun and only inserted a white jade hairpin with plum blossoms. Although it was simple, she looked fresh and elegant. She washed herself in the mirror. Other than that, she only
Wearing an exquisite jasper hairpin, decorated with thin silver wire beaded tassels, she walked in lotus steps.
Then, when they heard that the sedan chair had entered the ninth gate of the palace, they found a secluded place and sat down in a corner where no one would find them. The entire palace was very lively, with many royal relatives on both sides.
The nobles were present, and a huge band was playing this festive music.
Mo Qingwu was extremely bored, but she was also a little nervous and palpitating. She glanced at the venue and saw that Feng Moyan, Feng Qianjue and the others had not arrived yet. Xiliu was beside her, and her whole body was shaking so much that she smiled slightly and held her
The hands covered with cold sweat seemed to be silently comforting.
She then looked at the emperor and empress who were at the top, and fixed her gaze. Then she looked at Xiliu and her own clothes. The texture was almost the same as the clothes of the emperor and empress. Although it was not a symbol of the highest power, it at least proved that they were
Live well!!!
It's just...the higher you stand, the more dangerous you are.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd. It turned out that Feng Zhisu came out from the side. He was dressed in fiery red satin, but it still couldn't hide the stiffness between his eyebrows. He didn't feel any discomfort or any nervousness, he just walked out indifferently.
, standing in the center of the palace, waiting for the bride to arrive.
The sedan chair arrived and stopped under the white jade stairs of the palace. The ceremony and music were louder. Not long after, the bride, also dressed in crimson and covered with a red hijab, stepped up the gorgeous white jade stairs step by step with the support of Xi Niang.
, then walked across the red carpet and walked all the way to Feng Zhisu. Although they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, they bowed their knees to Feng Zhisu first and saluted.
Although she was trying her best to hide it, Mo Qingwu's face was pale under the rouge. She held Xiliu's hand and held it hard, as if she wanted to vent all her suppressed emotions on it. Xiliu was in pain.
Mo Qingwu groaned and attracted the attention of the people around her. Mo Qingwu knew that she was not good, so she hurriedly sent it over and cast a complaining look at Xiliu.
The ceremony began, and the master of ceremonies next to him announced the etiquette process again and again in a loud voice. The groom and the bride followed the instructions again and again, with the most pious expressions, facing their life-long event.
Mo Qingwu kept looking at them, but she didn't smile, cheer or congratulate like others. She just looked at them without closing her eyelids. She was just afraid that as soon as she closed her eyes, some unsatisfactory memories would come to her mind, which made her most vulnerable.
It means being in front of everyone.
A burst of complicated etiquette, whether it was long or short, Mo Qingwu just felt that her heart was lifted up and did not fall down for a long time. This feeling made her frown in boredom, but also trembled in fear.
At the end of the ceremony, the bride was escorted into the bridal chamber, and the banquet began. Feng Zhisu kept being poured wine by the congratulatory royal relatives, and he did not refuse. He just accepted them one by one with a smile, and drank them all happily.
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Xiliu took Mo Qingwu's hand and said, "Miss, it's time for a toast. Let's leave quickly. I'm afraid it'll be too late."
Mo Qingwu hesitated for a moment, but then she pulled Xiliu and stood up together. Under Xiliu's frightened gaze, she took a few golden wine glasses from the plate in the hand of the maid next to her, and walked to Feng Zhisu together.
in front of.
Under the veil, Mo Qingwu smiled at him and raised the wine glass: "Congratulations to the second prince for finally marrying a beautiful girl. Here, I wish you two a happy marriage and a son soon."
Feng Zhisu looked back at her. He was slightly startled at first, but after three rounds of drunkenness, he also smiled, but it was cold. Then he also took the wine glass from the side, gestured to her slightly, then raised his head slightly, and drank the old wine.
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"Thanks."
Feng Zhisu glanced at her and quickly looked away. His expression was a little dazed. He turned to her side and drank the wine silently. Vaguely, he realized that those eyes were very similar to those he often saw in his sleep.
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Her swan-like eyes, occasionally looking forward to, are so sweet; her silky, arch-like eyebrows and eyelashes cover her plump pupils...
Mo Qingwu had nothing to say, and looked at Feng Zhisu again. Because the palace lantern was red, his eyes were a little red, which seemed like a sign that he was about to cry.
Xiliu on the side kept winking at her, indicating that she should leave quickly and not drink. But she smiled and said softly:
"It doesn't matter, today is a festive day, I want to drink a little, it won't get in the way."
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