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Fu Ling couldn't help shivering, nodded in response, and disappeared in place.

Amidst the busyness of the crowd, the wedding day of the two newlyweds soon arrived.

Listening to An Fuhai's report, Ning Haonan's expression became more and more embarrassing, "Is what you said true?"

"If you go back to the emperor, it's true. This old slave also finds it unbelievable, but after several verifications..."

Before An Fuhai finished speaking, Ning Haonan raised his hand to stop him.

"I know, I will hide this matter first, and we will talk about it after the wedding."

"only."

After An Fuhai nodded in agreement, he helped the maid who stood by to change Ning Haonan's clothes.

"Miss, the auspicious time has come. When you see Madam and Master Hou later, don't be too sad."

The maid picked up the red hijab on the side and covered Du Shimeng, and instructed.

Du Shimeng nodded, indicating that after she knew it, she put her hand on the hand of the maidservant, supported her, and walked slowly towards the front hall.

"My daughter is not filial, she can no longer serve in front of the elders..." After saying a long series of farewell words, Du Shimeng was helped up by the maid beside her.

Concubine Ning'an Houhou stepped forward to hug Du Shimeng with slightly red eyes, and after exhorting a few words, seeing the sound of gongs and drums outside the door, she stuffed a few pieces of snacks for Du Shimeng without any trace, and asked the dowry maid to help her. With Du Shimeng, move out of the mansion.

"Didn't it mean that the concubine of Ning'an Hou's mansion had died of illness, why did he have a wedding just a few days after being buried?"

"You don't know about it, I heard it was the emperor's will."

"This..." The person who answered the conversation rolled his eyes, "Could it be something inside?"

"I heard that it was because the man who lives in the Marquis of Ning'an's mansion set up someone to trick him when he entered the palace. After the Marquis of Ning'an found out, he asked to see the emperor at that time. Although he didn't say it clearly, it's not clear what happened. is it on?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, their hearts filled with gossip, they looked at the person who just spoke, and asked, "Is what you said true, and how did you know this news?"

"Cats have cat paths, dogs have dog paths, so I naturally have my own way to find out the news." The man paused, and continued: "Although I don't know how reliable this news is, it must be pretty close. Otherwise, the Marquis of Ning'an would not be in a hurry to hold a happy event."

"That's true, but..."

Seeing the bridal sedan chair and the wedding party getting farther and farther away, the surrounding discussions gradually calmed down.

The hall, which was originally very deserted, also became noisy with the arrival of officials one after another.

"The Emperor is here—"

As soon as An Fuhai finished speaking, the hall became strangely quiet for an instant, and everyone who recovered their senses quickly knelt down.

"Chen and others see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

After gesturing for everyone to get up and take their seats, Ning Haonan said calmly, "You don't need to be too polite. Today is the day of great joy for the two newcomers. You should treat this place as your own home and don't be restrained."

Everyone responded again and again, and as the atmosphere on the scene gradually became active, the Minister of Rites took a few steps to the front right and presided over the wedding.

"Miss, be careful."

Seeing Du Shimeng tripping over the brazier and about to fall, the accompanying maid hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and said in a low voice.

Du Shimeng patted the hand of the maid without a trace, and moved forward slowly.

As soon as the word "send into the bridal chamber" came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the serious atmosphere at the scene eased a lot.

"Prince Li, I respect you for this glass of wine." Ning Haonan raised his glass and signaled, "I wish you and your wife a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"According to the emperor's precious words."

After the words fell, Li Xin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Seeing this, Bo Ruchu deepened the corners of his mouth, and raised the wine glass in front of him, "Prince Li, there is something that I would like to ask you to explain to me, how about taking advantage of today's joyful day to let this king get involved too?" transport?"