Mingche imagined Mei and Zhuo Ya hugging each other, imagining him kissing her lips, and endless anger suddenly arose in his heart. He could no longer continue to imagine, such an idea almost made him want to kill Mei in anger.
"No, no, I won't allow it!"
"Now, we have the answer. With your personality, you never want to take anything as your own, but this time, you want to monopolize Zhuoya, don't you?!" Mo Li took two steps back, "This
It’s love!”
Mingche is not stupid, and he quickly understands the meaning.
But his brows did not disperse, "What about her? She said she likes me, but does she love me?!"
"I want to know why you didn't ask her for real?!" Li Li didn't answer. He just stretched out his hand, took the palm that Mingyue extended to him, and walked out of the hall with him.
This was the wedding of two people. Although some small tricks were used, Mo Li had some intention of training Zhuo Ya, but in my heart, she and Mingyue naturally wanted to give them a push, so that the lovers could be together.
can finally get married.
The two of them drifted apart, and Mingche sat in the hall, thinking that that person would become his wife, and his heart slowly became filled with the happiness of possession.
In a moment, the auspicious time has arrived.
Immediately, someone from the palace came in, led Mingche out, and rushed to Tianyou Street to pick up the bride.
As the Holy Son and the Prince, he didn't have to be like this, but Ming Che insisted on all of this.
Sitting in the carriage, he suddenly became anxious and wanted to hurry up and see Zhuo Ya.
Even though we haven’t seen each other for three days, why do we suddenly feel as if we have been separated for several years?!
The entire city was filled with joy and cannon salutes.
On the side of the road, people sprinkled fresh petals picked from various places and watched the happy marriage of His Royal Highness the Son of God.
Soon, the carriages and horses entered the palace, and the two people stopped in front of the main palace gate, each holding an end of wedding silk, and stepped onto the red carpet.
Mo Li and Mingyue had already stood up in front of the main palace door. Zhuo Yang also followed them into the palace as a farewell guest. On both sides, there were friends from all walks of life and important subordinates of His Highness Guangming, as well as hundreds of civil and military officials. Everyone's face was full of expressions.
Blessing smile.
Just like when Feng Qi and Ouyang Zhilan got married before, the two of them did not worship heaven and earth, but walked together to the incense table at the foot of the stairs. As the officiants, Mo Li and Mingyue walked down the steps side by side, and the palace servants would prepare the incense table.
Hold the ring to both sides.
"Mingche!" Mo Li was the first to speak, "Are you willing to marry Zhuo Ya, take care of her forever, love her, and never leave her no matter life, old age, illness or death?!"
Mingche looked at Zhuo Ya, who was standing aside with her head covered on the red carpet, and nodded seriously, "I do!"
Under the wedding veil, Zhuo Ya's face and eyes were full of happiness. She had been waiting for this day for two full years, and now that she could finally marry her, her feelings were self-evident.
"Zhuo Ya!" This time, it was Mingyue who spoke, "Are you willing to marry Ming Che as your wife, take care of him forever, love him, and never leave him no matter life or death, illness or death?!"
Zhuo Ya took a breath and said, "I do!"
There was clearly a hint of uncontrollable crying in her voice.
"Why are you crying?!" Mingche took a step sideways, trying to grab her palm. He stretched his hand into the air, froze in place, and whispered, "If you don't want to, I won't force you!"
Zhuo Ya was ashamed and angry, so she raised her voice and said, "I do!"
"But you cried!" Mingche lowered his face and frowned slightly, "If you don't love me, it's still too late to regret it. Although I just knew that I love you, I won't force you to get married.