Women's procrastination can't be said

A day passed quickly, and everyone in Yanguo was extremely busy.

However, on time, Song Qingwu and Qi Zijian still brought He Zixia to the country they created.

The partners gathered together, looked at each other, and watched everyone's changes.

Some have matured, such as He Zixia, who is no longer the handsome young man he was before.He was still dressed in Chinese clothes, his whole body was upright, and his youthful face had faded.

Some are cheerful, such as Song Qingwu, her change is seen by everyone, holding Song Yuyan who she misses so much, she smiles so happily.

Some became more indifferent, such as Luo Ziyan, she and her eldest brother settled their differences, and also faced up to their feelings, becoming more and more beautiful.

Some were much happier. For example, several couples. Although they have been partners for many years, this wedding was ingenious. It was personally organized by their respected emperor, and the place was also in the newly established Yan Kingdom. With the support of tens of millions of people in the country, they are happier than the previous wedding.

Song Qingwu led Song Yuyan by the hand, and said to the five new couples: "Everyone, go and change your clothes. In one hour, the wedding will begin."

"Yeah." After a short greeting, everyone left in a hurry, making final preparations for the wedding.

Song Qingwu took Song Yuyan back to her palace, and dismissed all the guards and maids.

Song Yuyan's room has been decorated in a joyous manner, just like a new house.But she felt disappointed when she saw it, after all, one of the protagonists today did not have her.

How could Song Qingwu not understand what she was thinking, so he didn't mention it tactfully, but took her to the dressing table and sat down.

Neither of them mentioned the wedding, and they looked at each other in the bronze mirror tacitly.

Song Qingwu smiled lightly, loosened Song Yuyan's ponytail behind her, and then gently combed her hair.

"What do you want to do?" Song Yuyan asked her, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair.

Song Qingwu didn't answer, but just continued with his actions, and soon arranged Song Yuyan's hair.

Song Yuyan was usually very lazy, her hair was either draped or tied into a ponytail, but this was the first time she had such an exquisite hairstyle, and Song Qingwu did it herself.

After finishing her hair, Song Qingwu took out a beautiful black hairpin from her arms and fixed it between the buns.

"Here, change into this set of clothes." Song Qingwu signaled Song Yuyan to get up, and then pointed to the neatly stacked set of clothes on the bed.

Song Yuyan blushed slightly and changed her clothes in front of her, and got dressed in no time.

Song Qingwu stared at her blankly for a long time, his expression was not controlled at all, and his face was full of surprise.Song Qingwu took a step forward and pulled her to the mirror to look at himself.

Song Yuyan's suit is a black and red two-color long skirt with a light and warm fluffy robe on top. She has red hair and red eyes, and a black hairpin.

Song Qingwu hugged her suddenly, and buried his head in her Xiangxiang's neck.

Song Yuyan was itchy by her cool breath, but she was not uncomfortable, so she reached out and hugged her.

"Little fool..." Song Qingwu called out sullenly.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuyan could feel her unusual emotions.

Song Qingwu said sullenly: "You will be beautiful when you marry me in a phoenix robe."

Hearing this, Song Yuyan felt her loss was infinitely magnified, but she still didn't let go, but pouted and said, "I don't want to marry you, I want to marry you."

Song Qingwu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud. She stood up straight and pressed her forehead against Song Yuyan's: "That's a deal. When we finish our work, you will marry me."

Song Yuyan was still unhappy, pushed her away, and snorted: "I'm not so casual! Dowry and bride price must be prepared! On the day of our wedding, all partners must be present. This time, Yin Qinxi is not here, so we just Didn't Sister Mu and the others hold a wedding together, you know?"

Song Qingwu responded with a smile, but her heart was slightly sour.How could she not know Song Yuyan's desire for the wedding?It's just that she is not qualified to marry her yet, so wait, wait...

The two hang out in the room for a while before going out, but outside, it is already full of red clothes, and it is very lively.

When they came to the main hall, the common people had already dressed up and waited for a long time. They looked excitedly at Song Qingwu and Song Yuyan who had appeared, and knelt down to salute: "See the emperor, the emperor."

Song Qingwu was still dressed in Tsing Yi, still full of majesty, but the lively atmosphere also made her a bit festive.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"The emperor is not the protagonist today, and the person who presided over the wedding is the patriarch, so the emperor is the wedding guest just like everyone else." Song Qingwu said this, and Song Yanjun also appeared.

After finishing the formal salute, Song Yanjun, dressed in red, announced the beginning of the wedding.

Song Fangzhu and Qin Qing appeared with an army of red flower balls, separated the crowd, and gave way to a long road.

I don't know where the other end is coming from, but the sound of firecrackers and music has already been faintly heard.

Song Qingwu held Song Yuyan by the hand, and could feel her nervousness, which reminded Song Qingwu of the wedding with Yin Qinqi many years ago.

At that time, she was living aimlessly. Although she cared about Song Yuyan, she didn't pay much attention to the matter of "marrying" Yin Qinxi. She even ignored Song Yuyan's feelings.

Moreover, they were plotted by Hong Sheng at that time, and Song Yuyan's life or death was uncertain. One can imagine the pain she felt when she knew that she was going to "marry" because of the scars.

But, fortunately, Mu Lian, Luo Ziyan, and A Wu were with her at that time, and all of this is in the past tense. In the days to come, she will never make Song Yuyan suffer again.

Finally, the wedding caravan that everyone was looking forward to finally came here.

Six horses, six high-spirited grooms, four brides with four bridal sedan chairs, appeared in front of everyone with joy.

Luo Ziye dismounted first, pulled Luo Ziyan out of the sedan chair, and hugged her tightly.

"Yan'er, in the future, we will never be separated again."

Luo Ziyan's body trembled slightly, he stood on tiptoes, raised his head, lifted the red hijab to cover the two, and kissed them, everyone could only see their cheeks pressed against each other.

What Qin Qing wore was no longer the red robe that represented arrogance and ostentation, but the red wedding dress that represented festive and long-lasting. He led out Song Jianzhu. He didn't say much, but hugged her tightly in his arms.

He has gone through many years of ups and downs, but he just feels that his feelings for Song Fangzhu have never diminished.

Mu Youhuai's injury is not completely healed, but he still bears the pain and rides a horse to marry Mu Lian.

He got off the horse with difficulty, and when he reached out to lift the curtain of the sedan chair, his hands were shaking.

This is the second wedding between him and Mu Lian.The hopeless and ruthless scenes of the first wedding came to mind, but Mu Youhuai didn't feel afraid, because Mu Lian and him were in the same heart, he was not only Mu Youhuai, but also Tang Shixu.He is Mu Lian's elder brother Xu, and also the husband Mu Lian loves and hates.

Their love has suffered too much, as if everyone in the world is preventing them from being together.Fortunately, however, their love still took root in the cracks, and they were finally together, and they had two precious sons.

Mu Lian saw Mu Youhuai's slender palm through the hijab, and felt bitterness and happiness mixed in her heart.But she bravely reached out and took his hand.

Just like the first time, when the immature they met, she held his hand and smiled beautifully.

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"Hi, my name is Mu Lian, Mu from the bath, Lian from the door curtain, from now on you will be my brother!"

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Mu Youhuai couldn't see her face, but heard her say: "Hello, my name is Mu Lian, Mu from the bath, Lian from the door curtain, and you will be my husband from now on."

Mu Youhuai closed his eyes forcefully, his long eyelashes were bent due to the force, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of tenderness.

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"Well, you will be my sister Tang Shixu from now on! I will always protect you!" The boy hugged the girl in his arms and solemnly made a promise.

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"Well, you will be my Tang Shixu's wife from now on. I love you forever and ever." The groom hugged the bride in his arms and confessed affectionately.

"Me too……"

Qi Zijian dismounted first, then stood below, and stretched out his hand to He Zixia.

He Zixia raised the corner of his mouth, handed him his hand, and then landed firmly.

"They're all kissing. Let's see if..." Qi Zijian pursed his lips and rubbed his hands, feeling very nervous.

He Zixia looked at him with disgust, quickly touched his lips, and said, "Didn't you say that Qingwu taught you some body skills? Try it tonight."

Qi Zijian was taken aback for a moment, and then embraced him happily: "You can be considered willing to let me..."

He didn't dare to say the rest, because He Zixia was very thin-skinned after all.

The relationship between Zhang Jingyu and Qin Zhu's childhood sweetheart did not need too much formality, but the wedding Song Qingwu prepared for them really heated up their relationship a lot.

Zhang Jingyu is actually a rough guy in his heart, he can't say any sweet words of love, but he feels embarrassed seeing other people hugging and kissing so hard, so he blushed and carried Qin Zhu out of the sedan chair.

Qin Zhu laughed in his arms: "Hey, silly goose."

"What, what are you doing?"

"Walk steadily, don't knock your son over."

"Oh..." Zhang Jingyu agreed blankly.

It was only then that he came to his senses, and looked at Qin Zhu who was covering his lower abdomen with his hands in surprise: "You, Zhu Zhu, you..."

"But it's not. Tonight's wedding night in the bridal chamber, you sleep in the study." Qin Zhu smiled sweetly.

Zhang Jingyu said: "This is not acceptable. I want to sleep with you and take care of you and the baby."

"How long to take care of"

"lifetime."

"That's what you said."

The appearance of five couples made the atmosphere of the scene joyful.

The country of Yan was singing and dancing, but the four empires set off big waves.

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In Mu's country, Feng Xi got the news that Song Qingwu had rescued Mu Youhuai's family, and was so angry that he overturned the desk.

"Let me just see, how big a storm this weak girl can cause!"

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In He Guo, He Mingshuang looked complicated and exhausted.

"Hey, Song Feng left them, there are really endless troubles...to see the prince, don't let the people of Yan Kingdom get close to him, and try not to let him know about this..."

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In India, Yin Ziran took the letter left by Song Qingwu and read it countless times.

He is much older than before, and his black hair can no longer cover his gray hair.

"Forget it, I'm getting old. Go and start preparing, I want to establish a crown prince, I want to pass on the throne..."

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In Song Dynasty, Song Feng couldn't believe the facts he heard for a long time.

These days, first Song Qingwu announced an uprising in Lucheng, then Song Yuyan rescued Mu Youhuai's family, and then Manhuang City was completely evacuated.

Goose country?Taikoo?Nuwa?

Song Feng's face was gloomy: "Since you have already done this, don't blame Gu Wuqing."