After today, everyone knew this man named Jiang Yuanwai.
He is someone whom Lord Ye values very much, and Lord Ye treats him as if he were his own son.
Some people have even recognized him as the third prince of the current dynasty, and the third prince has become Lord Ye's man. What on earth is going on?
At this time, the situation in the entire country was uncertain, and even those who knew about it did not dare to speak casually.
And what makes women envious the most is Qiao Mu, who is getting married today.
In this situation of confrontation between the north and the south, the Night Prince and the princess are still willing to give her a big banquet. She must be a very important person.
Who wouldn't envy her husband when he thought that he was so handsome and might even be from the royal family?
The majestic procession went from the city lord's house to the Night King's Mansion.
The people who followed were also fortunate enough to be invited in to eat candies and snacks.
Under the leadership of Xi Niang, the bride and groom worshiped heaven and earth, worshiped in the high hall, and the husband and wife worshiped each other.
Finally, they are sent to the bridal chamber.
After the whole ceremony, it was almost dusk.
Qiao Mu washed up with the help of her sisters, ate something, and then went to bed to rest.
After the arbor rested, the sisters also went out to join in the fun.
On such a good day, of course, you can eat and drink, and talk and laugh as much as you like.
During dinner, Qiao Mu woke up, got dressed up, and left the new house.
The courtyard of the Prince's Mansion at night was a bright red.
Everyone sat around the tables covered with red cloth, and the meals were quickly served.
As the host, Feng Li sat on the main seat of the big table in the middle.
Beside him were Feng Jiu'er and Di Wuya on one side, and Feng Jiang and Qiao Mu on the other.
In this way, Fengjiang's identity is about to be revealed.
"Come, before we eat, let's toast the bride and groom."
Feng Jiuer stood up, holding a cup in her hand.
She seemed to have already drank, her face was flushed, she was beautiful and cute.
After hearing her words, the people at their table and those at several nearby tables all stood up.
Seeing this, other people stood up one after another.
There were more than a hundred tables and more than a hundred people standing up, holding wine glasses in their hands.
Feng Jiuer looked around and raised the cup as high as possible.
"Come, let's wish the bride and groom a long life together, and may they be united forever and have a son soon!"
"Grow old together, stay united forever, and have a son soon!"
Everyone shouted together.
Fengjiang helped Qiao Mu up, and they both picked up the cups.
Fengjiang’s cup is filled with wine, while Qiao Mu’s cup is filled with water.
The two looked at each other and crossed their arms.
"call!"
Some people couldn't help but cheer.
"Give me a glass of wine, hand me a glass of wine!"
The newlyweds simultaneously shifted their gaze to everyone, then looked back at each other, raised their glasses, and drank it all.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Feng Jiuer knocked on Di Wuya's cup.
Her hand holding the cup passed around Di Wuya's long arm.
Di Wuya stretched out his other long arm, and his clothes separated the two of them.
He gently stroked Feng Jiu'er's little head with his palm, and the arm holding the cup was intertwined with Feng Jiu'er's slender little arm.
The two looked at each other, lowered their heads, and drank the wine in their glasses.
"call!"
Someone started cheering again.
No one wants to miss the drama between the prince and the princess.
When Di Wuya's long arm fell, Feng Jiuer's face was even redder than before.
"Prince, Princess, when can I drink your wedding wine?"
Yu Jingfeng shouted loudly.
Di Wuya curled his lips slightly, took his girl and sat down.
Everyone cheered again.
"Yes, when will the prince and princess treat us to a wedding banquet?"
Long Qi also shouted.
Feng Jiuer glanced at him and said, "Isn't it enough tonight?"
"It's not enough, you can add more!"
The brothers started to make noise again, but Feng Jiuer ignored them.
She picked up her chopsticks and first picked up a piece of food for Feng Li, then turned around and picked up a piece of food for Di Wuya.
Today, Feng Jiuer is really happy.
She remembered that she met Qiao Mu just yesterday, and today, she married Miss Qiao.
Feng Jiuer could not forget everything he had experienced with this woman, and hoped that she would be happy throughout her life.
Feng Jiuer poured herself a small glass of wine and looked at Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu happened to look towards her at the same time.
"Don't drink too much."
Qiao Mu glanced at Feng Jiuer and said.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows, picked up the wine glass, and brought it to her lips.
Her lips moved slightly, and she didn't know what she said. She raised her head slightly and took a sip.
After her head was rubbed, Feng Jiuer turned her head to the left.
"father."
She called softly.
"Drink less."
Feng Li said softly.
"oh."
Feng Jiuer nodded and put down the cup, "These wines don't taste good at all. I won't drink them anymore."
Isn't Feng Jiuer too happy to know that she has a bad drinking ability?
However, why has her drinking capacity not improved at all?
She is obviously in good health.
A piece of meat that Feng Jiuer liked was put into her bowl.
Feng Jiuer turned her head to the right side, raised her eyes, her big eyes curved into crescent moons and smiled, then she looked away and lowered her head to eat meat.
Soon, there was an extra piece of green vegetable in her bowl.
After Feng Jiuer finished eating the meat, she also gave Di Wuya a piece of green vegetables.
"Are you tired today?"
She raised her red face and looked at Di Wuya.
"Let's finish eating earlier..." She raised her eyebrows, moved a little closer to him, and lowered her voice.
"Go back to your room and practice."
Di Wuya stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around the other side of her small body, and put it on her small waist.
"good!"
After dinner, everyone went to the wedding ceremony. Only Feng Jiuer followed her man and went against everyone else.
Feng Jiuer walked into the wing room. As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she was pushed against the door by a tall body.
She felt the strong scent of male hormones, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, we..." Before Feng Jiuer could say anything, her pink lips were sealed.
Apart from closing her eyes and breathing with all her strength, she could do almost nothing else.
Uncle Nine Emperor's kisses were always so domineering, but she had long been used to it, and not only did she not dislike it, she also looked forward to it.
Whether he is domineering or silent, she likes every aspect of him.
Of course, her Nine Emperors Uncle is no longer as cold as before.
Now, once he becomes passionate, even she can't resist him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
The woman lying on the bed opened her hazy eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
Di Wuya raised his eyes and glanced, suddenly, his body fell down.
Feng Jiuer closed her eyes, pursed her pink lips tightly, and seemed a little nervous.
Unexpectedly, the man just slid past her, lay down, and held her in his arms.
He still didn't hurt her.
Under the hot breath, Feng Jiuer took several deep breaths before slowly opening her mouth.
"Nine...uncle."
Her voice was a little hoarse.
"sleep."
The man with his eyes closed gently rubbed her head.
Feng Jiuer looked at his resolute chin and bit her lip.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
She turned over, hugged his neck, and looked down at him.
"Are you sure you want to continue to tolerate it like this?
