Rebirth of the Only Favored Empress

The day of marriage is almost at hand.

Although the emperor gave the wedding to the Ministry of Etiquette, but all the etiquette regulations have been simplified a lot, so it doesn't matter if Concubine De is unhappy, she can only look at making more arrangements for her son.

On the day when the make-up was added, Feng Han ordered someone to bring wedding clothes, crowns, shoes, clothes, and concubine De's betrothal gifts and other items to Mo Qingyun. He knew that no one would prepare them for Mo Qingyun. These.

Recalling his previous life, he never even took a look at what kind of clothes Mo Qingyun was wearing. Every time he thought of Feng Han, his heart ached. Be patient for now.

On May [-]th, Feng Han went to the palace to accept King Feng's seal.

The emperor looked at Feng Han with a satisfied look, smiled and said a few good words, and all civil and military officials congratulated him more or less, but as for what's in his heart, only everyone knows.

On the day of their marriage, the sky was clear and bright, and the next day was the summer solstice.

The wedding of the King of Chu was already rumored in this city of Qi, and the roadsides were full of crowds who came to join in the fun.

At this moment, the welcoming team was marching towards the Shangshu Mansion. Feng Han sat on the horse and looked at the road ahead. He was nervous and looking forward to it. He was afraid of seeing Mo Qingyun, afraid that he might also come from rebirth, but Can't wait to get this guy.

The Shangshu Mansion didn't look like it was going to hold a wedding at all, with only a few red silk decorations, Mo Qingyun sat quietly in the room, and gradually seemed to be able to hear the sound of blowing and blowing outside.

Mo Qingyun smiled and touched the clothes on his body. The wedding clothes were sent by someone ordered by Feng Han. He hoped that this meant that Feng Han valued himself.

Bai Donglian knocked on the door and walked in, said with a smile on her face, "Let's go, the prince is here to pick you up."

Mo Qingyun stood up, looking at a tall and graceful figure, Bai Donglian was a little unhappy seeing Mo Qingyun's posture, and hurriedly urged, "Let's go, why don't we wait for the prince to come to invite you?"

Feng Han stood in the front hall, and Zhu Zhengqing was expressionless when he talked to him. Anyway, civil and military officials were used to his character, so he didn't want to talk to these people, not to mention that this person didn't treat Mo Qingyun well. At this moment, when Mo Qingyun was married, she just pretended to be pretending, and it was time for Zhu Zhengqing to lead Mo Qingyun out in person, and the layout of the Shangshu Mansion was not at all happy.

Feng Han was angry in his heart, but he understood that these were probably what the emperor wanted to see, otherwise, would a minister dare to treat Mo Qingyun who was about to marry him like this?

How could the self in the previous life be so confused that he didn't see these promises?

Mo Qingyun came out wearing red clothes, and what he saw was Feng Han who was also wearing red clothes standing in the main hall, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, but Feng Han was already stunned.

The person he's thinking about is right in front of him, looking at Mo Qingyun's expression, he clearly doesn't remember anything from his previous life, Feng Han is both grateful and distressed, he loves Mo Qingyun, he doesn't even know that the person he is going to marry was an asshole in his previous life.

Could the original Mo Qingyun be looking forward to marrying him?

Feng Han almost lost his composure for a moment, so he had no choice but to turn his face away from looking at Mo Qingyun, but in the eyes of others, he must feel that he didn't like Mo Qingyun. Bai Donglian was very happy to see this scene, Mo Qingyun She felt relieved when she was having a bad time.

Although Zhu Zhengqing stood slightly lowered in front of Feng Han, he was actually observing Feng Han's expression, seeing that Feng Han didn't seem to like it, and Mo Qingyun felt a little relieved, thinking about it, any prince would be given the right to be a man and wife Beating don't covet the throne, who can be happy.

Mo Qingyun's heart paused, and she followed Feng Han's footsteps and walked out, looking at the tall person in front of her, feeling a little apprehensive.