Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

The grand ceremony is luxurious and grand.

Congratulations from all the officials...

The gun salute was fired...

Everything is organized to the highest specification.

The general and emperor Mingtang sat high and received the ceremony under the witness of the ceremony officer.

One bows to heaven and earth, two bows to high hall, husband and wife bow to each other...

Although Qian Zuisheng was not as happy as Jiang Xianjing in the complicated and lengthy part of the wedding, he did not show any displeasure.

Jiang Jimin still had a gentle appearance, showing no emotion.

On the contrary, the princess who is about to give birth is smiling.

Since Mo Zhuang was flicked by Jiang Xian last time, he has completely changed his polite attitude towards Qian Zuisheng.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were not surprised by the first male princess of Dajiang.

After all, Jiang Xianjing never took an unusual path.

Qi Huai was a little proud, without any heirs, Jiang Xianjing lost a bargaining chip to seize the heir.

According to the established route, after the completion of the ceremony, the guard of honor set off from the palace, circled the imperial city, and finally went to the brand new Prince Du Mansion.

It is both a big wedding and a housewarming.

Emperor Dajiang's eyes were full of reluctance.

After the ceremony officer announced the completion of the ceremony, he still held Jiang Xianjing's hand and refused to let go.

After the death of Empress Dajiang, although Emperor Dajiang had Luan's favor, the throne was vacant.

At the beginning, some ministers also said that the country could not live without success, and Emperor Dajiang lost his temper.

For a long time, no one dared to mention it again.

Later, whether it was receiving foreign guests or sacrificial ceremonies, Emperor Dajiang brought Jiang Xianjing, who had never been an official, to attend.

The love for Jiang Xianjing can be seen.

Jiang Xian was a little moved when he was shocked, but he couldn't hold back the urging officer.

Emperor Dajiang was afraid of delaying the auspicious time, so he finally let go.

The emperor got up from the dragon chair and chased out of the hall.

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng walked down the stairs hand in hand, the golden morning light shone on them, and they gradually moved away from the majestic palace.

Until the last guard of honor disappeared at the end of the palace.

Huantai carefully comforted: "Your Majesty, go back. After the wedding, you will be in court to listen to the government. You can still see each other every day."

As the wind blew across his face, a wisp of white hair on Emperor Dajiang's sideburns was clearly visible.

He was silent for a long time.

At this moment, Yao'er, whom he loved in every possible way, is gone, and the one who will meet again is Prince Du of the Dajiang Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, let's go and listen to Mr. Wen singing!"

It took him a long while before he chuckled leisurely: "Old man!"

Then, Emperor Dajiang's face became radiant again, as if the loneliness just now was an illusion of illusion.

The bead curtain swayed, and Qian Zuisheng sat in the carriage.

Through the bright red gauze curtain, Jiang Xian's shadowy figure beating the horse swayed in front of Qian Zuisheng's eyes.

The distance is not too far, only about an hour.

Before getting into the carriage, Jiang Xianjing whispered to Qian Zuisheng's ear, telling him that there was a food box full of fruits in the carriage.

Let him never starve himself.

Qian Zuisheng thought it was a little funny.

Calculate the time, it shouldn't be much difference.

Sure enough, after a while, the guard of honor stopped.

Lei Wu and Qi Lu led a group of children from aristocratic families to block the entrance to the Wangfu.

The center of the road is uneven, and dozens of wooden ladders are impressively placed.

There are colored balls hanging on each wooden ladder, and a wine bowl is hung under the colored balls.

Obviously, Jiang Xianjing had to drink the wine in the wine bowl before he could get the colored ball.

The sun is shining brightly at the moment.

The wedding robe on Jiang Xianjing's body fluttered, and her dexterous figure shuttled back and forth in the golden halo.

Shocked bursts of applause and shouts.

Qian Zuisheng quietly looked at the figure, his deep pupils dimmed little by little.

The colored balls were quickly collected by Jiang Xian.

With the speed of his slow landing, he spread out in all directions.

There were endless cheers and cheers at the scene.

However, the children of the aristocratic family still did not intend to let Jiang Xianjing go.

After a group of people whispered for a while, they actually threatened to ask for a lottery, otherwise they would not let them go.

There is no need to be restrained by etiquette when you leave the palace.

Jiang Xianjing also generously let them mess around: "Brothers, if you want a lottery, just ask."

Jiangling has a precedent for men getting married since ancient times. Although they don't need to cover their heads like women, the couple will cover their makeup with a feather fan to show their loyalty to their husbands.

Under the pressure of Qi Huai who did not do well, Lei Wu was so bold that he asked for the lupine in Qian Zuisheng's hand as a prize.

Jiang Xian fell back in shock, staring at Lei Wu: "General Lei, are you sure?"

Are you sure I won't skin you after today?

Lei Wu looked at the mob behind him: "Of course... we are just curious, just take a look, brothers, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes..." Everyone hurriedly echoed, as if they would not let them in without handing in their feather fans. "Forget it," Jiang Xian patted the horsewhip in his palm, and winked at the servant next to him: "Go invite Wangfei Feather Fan."

The boy came back soon: "The princess said to let the prince to pick it up in person."

Jiang Xian let out a "hiss" in shock, and shrugged helplessly at the crowd: "Brothers, wait first, the king will find the princess to fetch it in person."

After speaking, he jumped up, and everyone saw a red shadow flashing past, Jiang Xian was shocked and hugged Qian Zuisheng, and after a few ups and downs, he had already entered the gate of the mansion.

Jiang Xianjing was very fair.

Without exception, Lei Wu and the few aristocratic children who took the lead in making a fuss got a clearly visible shoe print on their foreheads.

Jiang Xianjing held Qian Zuisheng firmly in her arms, walked through the bright corridor and the elegant flower hall.

Although Qian Zui's voice was not heavy.

But after all, he is a grown man, so holding it in his hand is not completely weightless.

Jiang Xian looked at Qian Zuisheng's smiling face, and his heart softened.

If you hug him too tightly, you are afraid of hugging him, if you hug him too loosely, you are afraid of falling him.

Qian Zui's voice firmly wrapped around Jiang Xianjing's neck.

Jiang Xian was shocked by the sharp and smooth line of his jaw, which was exposed in front of Qian Zuisheng, and he slightly turned his eyes away.

The maids and servants on the road saw them from afar, holding their breath and concentrating on the ground, avoiding them.

When Lei Wu and the children of the family came to him in a swarm, Jiang Xianjing had already closed the door with his backhand.

The moment the door closed, he still didn't forget to turn his head and smile teasingly at Qian Zuisheng: "The crown is too heavy, so hurry up and take it off quickly."