Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It almost covered his whole body and he couldn't see anything clearly.

After stepping over the brazier, before the matchmaker could finish his auspicious words, the two entered the mansion.

But the person who had been crying didn't say a word at this moment.

Quietly, beyond everyone's expectations.

The matchmaker was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly chased after him.

A crowd of people welcoming the bride followed immediately.

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Today is the wedding day between the General's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion, so even though it rained, there were still many guests, and almost all the officials from the court came with their families.

Even the Empress and Empress Fengjun came.

Weddings can only be big or small.

He walked into the hall and put down the delicate and quiet young master.

Her fox fur cloak hung loosely on his body, so she tied it carefully for him to prevent him from getting cold.

Under the eyes of everyone, under the smiling eyes of the Empress and Feng Jun.

The young master is thin-skinned and knows that everyone is looking at him and her.

He immediately blushed and turned around.

A little shy.

"Don't move your hands or feet!"

After all, he is no longer afraid, and his temperament has been raised to be sensitive and arrogant.

Fierce, soft yet somewhat arrogant voice.

Like a little milk cat that can bluff people, it will open its small mouth and be mean to her.

Although it is not intimidating.

The man who had been so cruelly moved stopped for a moment.

He didn't like her touching things, and she had just promised him that she wouldn't force him.

She said nothing and took back her hand.

The distance between the two people increased.

The faint fragrance in the air soon disappeared, submerged in the roar of people, and blown away by the damp and cold wind.

He blushed and stared at the ground.

She left him for a while, her breath dispersed, and her heartbeat seemed to finally slow down.

The violent beating before was even too much for him to bear, and his legs became extremely weak.

It was obviously winter, but he was extremely hot.

It was hot everywhere, and I was even sweating on my back.

He lowered his head and tried hard to suppress the wildly throbbing and passionate emotions in his heart. He forced himself to calm down and suppressed it with all his strength.

I don’t even think about why.

I just felt that she must have given him some medicine while he wasn't paying attention.

It made him so restless, eager, and uncontrollably trying to grab something.

My heart felt as hot as a furnace.

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The worship ceremony was quickly completed, in his dazed and confused mood.

He bowed his head mechanically and kowtowed.

Worship heaven and earth, place emperors, and husband and wife worship each other.

Everyone was congratulating warmly, with genuine or fake complimentary smiles on their faces.

The empress said something to the newlyweds with satisfaction.

What did you say? He wasn't paying attention.

Probably wishing him a happy marriage.

The young master, wearing a fox fur cloak, was quiet and focused on the woman beside him.

He looked at her from time to time and then lowered his head.

The crying mood was gone, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling now.

Anyway...

Doesn't seem annoying.

His hand was hidden under the cloak, still holding the candy.

The candy had melted, melted on the hand, and became sticky.

He was still grabbing unconsciously and sniffing from time to time.

The blocked nose was clearer, and the tears on his face had dried.

He had no idea what was being said around him. He only knew that he would peek at the woman he was married to next to him from time to time.

It was she who had made a lifelong commitment to him.

The matchmaker is getting married in full view of everyone.

He pursed his lips and was very quiet.

Unexpectedly quiet.