Wang Hong and a group of experts were blinking at Bai Feng in the corner. These bad guys were congratulating the Second Prince for finally getting his beauty back.
Bai Feng drank three glasses of wine, his steps were frivolous, but he didn't fall down on the spot, and he entered Leng Meiying's boudoir a little floaty.
As soon as he entered the room, a refreshing fragrance spread into Bai Feng's nose. Bai Feng secretly sighed that on the wedding day, the beauty's body fragrance was even stronger.
In the house, rows of little maids stood respectfully on both sides. Behind the three red curtains, a slim beauty with a red hijab stood next to a pretty little lolita who was thirteen or fourteen years old.
Accompanied by her, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, as if she were a red rose waiting to be picked.
Bai Feng walked forward excitedly, opened the triple curtains, and approached the beauty who had fascinated him step by step. His heartbeat was beating fast, and Bai Feng's face was already a little flushed due to the alcohol, just like the bride.
A red hijab covering the head.
However, Bai Feng still failed to lift the bride's red hijab in the end. The pretty little loli looked at him with a smile so soft that it made people wet, and told the bride that the hijab could not be lifted at this time.
lift.
If anyone dared to interrupt His Royal Highness the Second Prince's elegance at this time, Bai Feng would slap him with a big mouth.
But under this little loli's annoying gaze, Bai Feng also restrained himself, followed the procedure, held the bride's hand through the gauze, and walked step by step towards the eight-carriage sedan outside.
Although the bride's tender little hands were separated by tulle, they still had an astonishing elasticity, which made Bai Feng fascinated.
Under Bai Feng's excited greeting, the wedding team rushed back to the palace with high spirits. The march was even more arrogant, with the sound of firecrackers flying and the sound of gongs and drums. Bai Feng wanted to tell everyone that he was getting married.
The most beautiful daughter-in-law in the world.
Leng Haotian did not follow him into the palace, but looked at the large army's advance, and his face became cold.
With a flick of his sleeves, the Lord Zhen Guohou walked in the opposite direction to the large army.
This day is destined to be a stormy time.
It was already evening when the wedding team entered the palace.
Everyone rushed into the palace with hungry stomachs, where there was already a line of delicious food waiting for everyone.
However, before that, there is another important ceremony. Ordinary people have to perform three kowtows and nine bows when marrying a girl or a wife, let alone in the palace.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites have already worked hard and prepared to perform well on this day.
Of course, their performance was a toss-up, all kinds of etiquette, and all the checkpoints, which made Bai Feng lament how difficult it is to get married.
However, what puzzled him was that the bride did not express dissatisfaction in such an environment. Bai Feng even began to maliciously wonder if Leng Meiying was already interested in him, so she might as well just get married this time.
Come and accept it.
This feeling of affection made Bai Feng feel extremely happy. However, would Leng Meiying like him, Bai Feng? I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to do it even if she changed her mind.
After completing a series of etiquette, Bai Feng felt like he was losing his temper, but the bride still showed no sign of impatience. Soon, the ceremony entered the final stage.
