Women's procrastination can't be said

Song Yan quietly concealed the surprise in his eyes, and looked at the two beside Mu Youhuai.The one on the left is younger, a man dressed in black, with dark skin and a cold face, but he has a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.The one on the right is older, with a calm demeanor, his hair tied on the top of his head, and a dark golden black robe, which looks impressive.

Seeing Song Yan looking at them, the older man on the right bent slightly and said, "In the Xiamu Kingdom, we will meet each other in the morning and evening."

"Feng Xiang." Song Yan nodded slightly.

"The Lord of the Imperial City of the Xiamu Kingdom, Qi Zijian." Qi Zijian was only twenty, and at a young age, he was also honored as a great city owner of a country. He Zixia sighed even more.

Suddenly I feel useless.

"Qicheng." Song Yan nodded again.

After the introduction between the two, Mu Youhuai presented his gift.

"Where did Brother Mu come from? Why didn't you go through the main entrance?" Song Yan took the gift and asked secretly about its weight without changing his expression.

"I entered by the main entrance." Mu Youhuai whispered four words, and stopped talking.

"But we walked around the city after we came in, and came from the side." Seeing Song Yan's puzzled eyes, Qi Zijian tactfully added.

"That's it." Song Yan said, "Brother Mu, please come in."

Mu Youhuai nodded.

"Brother Song, today's Crown Princess..." After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned around, his delicate brows were slightly frowned, and his voice was still very soft, "Is the surname 'Mu'?"

"Wood?" Song Yan didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Mu who takes a bath." Qi Zijian explained.

Song Yan shook his head.

Mu Youhuai's frowning eyebrows were loosened all of a sudden: "Thank you." After saying that, he went in.

"Why would he ask such a question?" Yin Ziru asked after Mu Youhuai walked far enough.

Song Yan's eyes were heavy, and he said: "It seems that Lord Mu used to have a concubine named Mu. I heard that the woman died on the day of giving birth, and both mother and child died..."

Yin Ziru's mood became a little heavy, and she said sympathetically, "Then he must be suffering, unable to accept this fact, always thinking that his lover is still alive, and looking for his whereabouts everywhere."

"No." He Zixia, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, shook his head, "Master Mu didn't treat her well at all, that woman had a miserable life, she was ostracized in the palace, and the accident in childbirth was intentional. And her first seven years have not passed the Mu Kingdom, and she has a grand marriage."

"How did you know?" Song Yan met He Zixia's eyes with searching eyes.

He Zixia's expression was flawless, and he said, "Return to your majesty, folk rumors."

"Rumors are not credible." Song Yan spit out a sentence in a blunt manner, and stopped wasting words on this topic.

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Song Gong, the owner of the second city, and Luo Feng, the owner of the Luo family, were the two major hosts of the wedding. All the guards and maids were carefully selected from their hands. The original guards and maids in the palace were all present as guests according to Song Qingwu's wishes.

This has really accumulated a lot of character.

Song Gong and Luo Feng stood side by side, wearing the same red wedding dress, calm and airy.The two checked the list carefully to make sure that all the guests were seated.

"The monarch of the Yin Kingdom is not seated." Song Gong frowned slightly, and found that the seat belonging to Yin Ziran was vacant, but the woman he brought was still there, with a look of resentment that could not be concealed.

Luo Feng smiled faintly, lowered his voice on purpose, and said, "You don't understand that, Mr. Yin is such a good girl, I'm afraid she has taken a fancy to another girl from another family."

"Understood." Song Gong blinked.

After checking the manpower in all aspects again, Song Gong beckoned, and immediately a room full of red-clothed soldiers poured out, inviting the guests back to their seats with cold expressions, and vacating the long red carpet.

The red carpet really stretches as far as the eye can see, and everyone is amazed.

Song Fangzhu put his hand on his protruding belly, and leaned gently beside Qin Qing.

Qin Qing looked down and saw the look of hope in her eyes, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "After returning to the wilderness, we will make a replacement."

Song Jianzhu had an unconcealable surprise on his face, and said, "Okay! Oh, no, we can't be too hasty. I sent 10 people to guard the place, and they must be very tired today. We, we, wait for the baby to be born, and then we Do you want to do it well?"

Qin Qing's expression didn't change, but the tenderness and affection in his eyes went back and forth for thousands of times, making others look down on it.

"Well, listen to you."

Song Yanjun sat silently, changed his black clothes rarely, and was dressed in red, silently looking at the red carpet, his heart was full of scenes he had imagined for many years.

He also wanted to prepare a wedding for his beloved woman, and tried his best to give her the best.

Standing behind him was the thin unrequited love. She seemed to be even thinner. She kept her head down and bit her lip. She didn't dare to watch this wedding that would fascinate all girls with a sweetheart. She felt depressed for some reason.

The entire imperial city fell silent, and everyone held their breath for unknown reasons, not knowing what would happen next.

"Your Majesty, your queen is here!"

After Song Yan and Yin Ziru greeted all the guests at the door, they finally arrived.

The two entered hand in hand, both wearing noble and luxurious black dragon robes, which were the highest-rank formal attire for the emperor and empress.

"See Your Majesty, Your Majesty." All those who have the Song nationality salute respectfully, while those from other countries all bow slightly. As the parents of today's newcomers, the two should be the best without the distinction of nationality. Dear people.

"You don't need to be too polite." Song Yan smiled lightly after sitting down.

On this side of the red carpet, civil and military officials of all courts, high-ranking officials and dignitaries all put down their bodies and waited for the arrival of the new couple.

On the other side of the red carpet, Song Qingwu wore a bright red robe, with exquisite sleeves falling to the ground, and a mighty and domineering golden dragon pattern embroidered on the back of the dress, every stitch and thread was outlined with pure gold thread, which was priceless.

Jin Guan tied her long hair on top of her head meticulously.On the left ear is an earring the size of half a fingernail, which is in the shape of a dark green ice crystal, with delicate black stripes on the surface, and the liquid inside the earring can be seen clearly when you approach it.The whole body of this earring is cold, the cold air is pressing, the temperature is so low that the cold air turns into water, it may have an extraordinary origin.

For today's wedding, Yin Ziru specially dressed up Song Qingwu a few times, a layer of red was applied between her lips, making her appearance more feminine and handsome.

Because of today's festive atmosphere, the lifelessness and grayness in Song Qingwu's eyes dissipated a little, and he became a little more angry.

People on both sides of the road held their breath and looked at this peerless young man.

Song Qingwu rode on a tall horse, followed by a red sedan chair.Without any support from the driver, the sedan chair floated half a meter in the air. With the movement of the sedan chair, the beautiful red tassels did not fly halfway, which shows the stability of the sedan chair.

"Tianyan" floated on the left side of the sedan chair like a dowry maid, shining slightly.

Seeing this elegant staff, people noticed the dark red magic circle closely following under the sedan chair, and instantly understood the reason.

Song Qingwu rode forward while controlling the bridal sedan, and the whole team marched unhurriedly on the red carpet of thousands of miles.

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