Master is a white moonlight

The preparations for Princess Feng Yi's wedding took more than a month, and the ceremonial department was so busy that they were dizzy and wished for an extra twelve hours a day.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly and nothing went wrong.

Zhang Shangshu strictly followed the wedding etiquette of the royal family of Ji Kingdom to prepare all the affairs, and left a palace alone to store the mountain of betrothal gifts.

100 million taels of gold, 200 million taels of silver, 100 million taels of beautiful jade and emeralds, 2000 million dendrobiums of East China Sea pearls, and [-] pieces of Nanhai shark silk.

As for the wedding dresses on the day of the wedding, the Ritual Department prepared three sets for each of the two couples according to the usual practice.

Zhenghong Xifu is used to worship heaven, and Xuebai Xifu is used to worship ancestors.When the banquet is held in the evening, they will put on the last set of red wedding clothes and entertain all civil and military officials.

Not only that, but the entire Fengning Hall had to be redecorated, the walls were painted with specially made elegant fragrant incense and mud, and all the furnishings in the hall had to be replaced.

For this reason, Leng Yijiao temporarily moved to live in Shaohua Hall.

Xuanqin was busy with government affairs during the day, but she always went to Shaohua Hall to accompany Leng Yijiao for three meals a day, and she refused to miss a single meal.

The friendship between the two of them increased sharply in the day after day of rubbing each other's ears and temples, and they wished they could stick together every day.

In five days, it will be the wedding of the High Priest of Ji Kingdom and Princess Feng Yi.

The entire palace was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and tension. Counting the days, there had been no happy event in the palace for ten years.

Near You, the sky suddenly became dark, and it began to drizzle.After a while, the raindrops gradually became thicker, and the sound of the rain suddenly became louder.

Leng Yizhen was sitting in front of the desk reading a book, but the rain outside the window was too loud, disturbing Leng Yizhen no longer wanted to read.

"Zhu Hua, what time is it?"

"Go back to Your Royal Highness, it's almost time."

"It's so fast, it's time." Leng Yijiao said to himself, put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and stood up.

He walked away from the desk and walked towards the entrance of the hall with light steps.

"Your Highness, where are you going?" Zhu Hua followed closely behind Princess Feng Yi, walked towards the entrance of the hall, and asked respectfully and softly.

"By the way, Zhu Hua." Leng Yizhen looked at the heavy rain outside the hall, then turned to look at Zhu Hua and a few maidservants behind him, "Where did you put the umbrella?"

"His Royal Highness, please wait a moment. This servant is going to fetch the umbrella." Zhu Hua bowed, saluted and retreated.

After a while, Zhu Hua not only led the maidservants to fetch umbrellas, but also a white cloak of Princess Fengyi.

"Your Highness, the weather has been getting colder and colder these days." Zhu Hua put the cloak on Leng Yijiao's shoulders, tied the straps of the cloak carefully, and said softly, "The wedding is coming, Your Highness, how can I help you?" Don't catch a cold."

"..." Leng Yizhen gathered his cloak, bit his lower lip lightly, and remained silent.

He took the umbrella from the hand of the palace maid with both hands, raised his foot and stepped over the threshold of the bedroom, and walked through the rain and fog with the umbrella in his hands.

In the imperial study room, Xuan Qian, dressed in a snow-white robe, was leaning on the gilded dragon chair with her eyes closed.

A tall stack of memorials was piled up on the desk, a cowhide map was laid out on the desk, and a writing brush saturated with ink was placed on a white jade pen stand.

The sound of rain that was getting louder outside the window came to my ears, Xuanqi frowned slightly, and slowly opened a pair of tired long and narrow phoenix eyes.

"What time is it?" Xuan Qiao sat up straight, looked sideways out of the window, and asked casually.

"Go back to High Priest, it's you time." The maid beside her bowed and saluted, and replied softly.

Xuan Qiao took another look at the rain and fog outside the window, then got up and walked towards the door of the study.

As soon as he stepped out of the study room, when he looked up, he saw Leng Yizhen in a lavender robe in the rain and mist.He was holding an umbrella and walking slowly towards himself.

As the wedding day is approaching, Xuan Qian has been unable to sleep at night lately.There are too many thoughts hidden in my heart, and my mind is too chaotic, so I can't sleep peacefully.

Taking advantage of Xuan's distraction, Leng Yijiao came to the door of the study with an umbrella and stood in front of Xuan's.

"High Priest, are you finished?" Leng Yijiao smiled mischievously at Xuan Qiao, and propped the umbrella in his hand to the top of the other's head.

"The rain is so heavy, be careful to get your shoes and socks wet." Xuan love took the umbrella in Leng Yi's hand with one hand, looked down at the other party's white short boots that had been slightly wet by the rain, and frowned slightly. .

"It's okay, just go back to the dormitory and change it." Leng Yijiao also looked down at his shoes and said indifferently.

"Could it be possible..." Leng Yijiao deliberately lengthened the ending, leaned forward slightly, leaned into Xuanqi's ear and whispered, "You don't want me to pick you up?"

"Naturally." Xuan Qiao raised the corner of her mouth and stretched out her hand to hold Leng Yiluo's hand.

"It's more or less the same." Leng Yijiao pursed her lower lip lightly, and let Xuan Qiao take her hand.

The two walked together in the rain and fog with an umbrella, and walked towards the Shaohua Palace.

The raindrops "didi da da" hit the umbrella, and the crystal raindrops rolled down the umbrella tip.

Xuan Qiao deliberately tilted the umbrella towards Leng Yijiao, her shoulders were already wet by the rain, but she didn't know it.

Back at Shaohua Hall, both of their shoes and socks were wet from the rain, and even the hem of their robes was also slightly wet to varying degrees.

"I'm going to take a bath and change clothes." Leng Yizhen took the white silk from the maid and wiped the tip of her hair, and urged Xuan Qiao, "You should also hurry back to your own bedroom and take a hot bath, Qian Qian Don't catch a cold."

"Xiao'er, I want to stay for my teacher." Xuan Qian looked at Leng Yijiao with affection in her phoenix eyes, quietly waiting for Leng Yijiao's answer.

"This..." Leng Yijiao hesitated a little, but couldn't stand Xuanqi's tender eyes, and finally nodded in compromise, "That's fine."

"Xian'er..." As soon as Xuan Qiao opened her mouth, Leng Yiyao stopped her.

"But!" Leng Yijiao raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on Xuanqi's soft lips, "You are not allowed to mess around!"

Xuan Qiao slightly rolled her eyes and looked at Leng Yizhen, and nodded her chin, with undisguised warmth in her eyes.

The wooden barrel is actually big enough, but it is a bit crowded to accommodate two adults at the same time.

What's more, Xuan Love kept leaning on Leng Yijiao on purpose.

"Xuanqiu!" Leng Yijiao frowned, and gently pushed away Xuanqi who was close to him again, "You keep messing around like this! I want to..."

A thin layer of blush had already appeared on Leng Yizhen's cheeks, and the snow-white gel soaked in the comfortable warm water also turned a light pink.

"What do you want to do with Jian'er?" Xuan Qiao leaned close to Leng Yijiao's ear, tilted his head and lightly bit the other's earlobe, and said in a seductive voice.

"..." Leng Yijiao raised her snow-white neck slightly, bit her lower lip and remained silent.

"Can't you hold it back?" Xuan Qiao squinted her long and narrow eyes, with some crystal drops of water on her thick eyelashes, "But there are still five days left before the wedding, so I am very anxious to wait for my teacher."

With a sound of "crash", a circle of crystal water splashed in the wooden barrel, and water droplets overflowed the barrel one after another.

"You, Jian'er!" Xuan Qiao's back was pressed against the cold inner wall of the wooden barrel, and she raised her eyes to look at Leng Yi Yao who suddenly sat on her lap.

Leng Yizhen stared at Xuanqi below him with a pair of dark almond eyes, his eyes fell directly on the other's attractive collarbone, his eyes moved all the way down, and then submerged into the water.

The heartbeat speeded up in vain, and the breath he swallowed and exhaled became hotter.

Leaning over, Leng Yijiao pressed her whole body against Xuanqi's body.The wet and soft lips covered Xuan Qiao's lips, and her hands wrapped around the other's slender waist.

..........

After "playing around" for a while, both of them were exhausted.

I fell asleep on the soft couch and didn't wake up until Xushi.After dinner, it was time for bedtime.

"What to do, I can't sleep now." Leng Yizhen lay flat on the bed in a snow-white coat, with his hands behind his head, and sighed.

"Then, let's play chess with the teacher for a while." Xuan Qiao propped his head with one hand, lying on his side on the bed, looking at Leng Yiluo with a pair of phoenix eyes full of doting.

"Wow!" Leng Yijiao turned his head to look at Xuanqi, and agreed happily.

It has been raining for several hours. Although the rain is getting smaller now, it is still continuous and the raindrops are not stopping.

The two sat by the window, and on the table was a chessboard made of agarwood.

Leng Yijiao is holding black chess pieces, while Xuan Qian is holding white chess pieces.

Although Xuan Love deliberately gave way to Leng Yijiao, it was still very difficult for Leng Yijiao to win.

The windows are wide open, and a cool breeze blows in from time to time.

Leng Yizhen lowered her beautiful eyebrows, thinking about how to make a move.A strand of hair scattered around the ear temples was blown inadvertently by the breeze.

Xuan Lo's mind was not on the chessboard at all, she rested her chin on one hand, and reached out to hook the hair behind Leng Yiluo's ear.

"Don't keep looking at me, it's your turn." Leng Yizhen landed a black chess piece on the board, seeing that the man was distracted again, he quickly reminded him.

"En." Xuan Qiao responded, and with her knuckle fingers pinched a white chess piece from the white jade chess box at the side, and dropped it on the chessboard without thinking.

The two chatted without saying a word while listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

"Xiao'er, the Ministry of Rites will deliver the wedding clothes tomorrow." Xuan Qiao looked up at Leng Yiyao and said softly.

"Is it ready?" Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi in surprise, and dropped the black chess in his hand on the board.

"Yeah." Xuan Qiao took a white chess piece again and placed it on the chessboard, "Xian'er try it first, if there is anything inappropriate, I will ask the people in the Ministry of Rites to correct it as a teacher."

"Oh, good." Leng Yijiao suddenly thought that he would leave here soon, and his eyes darkened instantly.

"Is there something on your mind?" Xuan Qiao frowned slightly, looking worriedly at Leng Yiluo.

"No, no!" Leng Yijiao quickly shook his head, showing a sweet smile at Xuan Qiao.

Counting the days, there is still less than a month left.Leng Yizhen had no choice but to leave here and return to the space that originally belonged to him.

Leng Yijiao had summoned up the courage countless times to tell Xuan Qian the truth, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that the wedding is approaching, Leng Yijiao doesn't want to make Xuanqi feel bad because of this matter.After thinking about it again and again, Leng Yijiao finally decided to tell Xuan Qian all the truth after they got married.