Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Xi Shiyi couldn't help but nodded and said, "Yes, Long Live Master has also ordered, and now let the slaves comb their mother's hair well."

Mu Nanzhi wondered, this is the ceremony, she is naturally going to attend, but in the end it is not a posthumous gift. It is said that she does not have to be so dressy. In the end, she is not a queen, but she cannot wear it. The princess's clothing, so there is no need to worry about dressing, but looking at the meaning of Lu Zhishan, actually invited this happy event to enter the palace to comb her hair.

Mu Nanzhi wondered whether he was surrounded by auspicious auspicious people and sat at the dressing table. Xixiyi took out the wooden comb and combed her hair, while singing softly: "Peach's lotus root, burning its flower. The son will return, and his family ... "

Mu Nanzhi was so shy and shy that he was too busy to interrupt the happy event. "Well, you are confused. I have been married for a long time. Why should I sing such a word?"

Before waiting for the happy event to open, Jixiang laughed with a smile: "Slave thinks that you sing very well, right and left are good intentions, mother, you let me sing!"

"Singing! Singing! This is a good day," said Xi Shiyi, insisting, while she continued to sing, "Peach's puppet, burning its flower. The son's returning home, it should be his house. Peach's puppet, In fact, you have a son. If your son returns, you should have a family. Peach's son, its leaves. If your son returns, you should have a family ... "

Mu Nanzhi didn't interrupt the happy event again, so she let the happy event refresh her hair and sing it over and over again, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and between them, it seemed that she was back in that year. The tenth day of March.

That day, it was the same morning, and she was auspicious to accompany her. It was also the happy event that combed herself in the same way, but at this time, there was no trace of panic in her heart, no tears in her eyes, she There was peace in her heart, and Cheng He in her eyes, until the man's face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

I saw the man wearing a black fox leather satin table facing the crown, wearing a yellow and silver faced white fox and a blue and white faced robe, a yellow faced black fox and sesame flower end cap, and wearing a bead of pearl and a four-tile tile with gold and pearl beads , Wearing blue satin felt 耪 help wolf skin soap boots.

A distinguished majesty, but with a smile on his face, and a pea-glazed double-eared large porcelain bowl in his hands, who is not Luzhishan?

"Long live my lord, live long live!"

A lot of people in the palace knelt down and bowed their heads in salute.

Mu Nanzhi did not stand up, still sitting on the embroidered pier, staring at the man who was coming towards her in the mirror without blinking.

"Well," Lu Zhishan walked in front of her and called gently, while watching the palace worshipers, he slowly kneel on one knee, holding the bean-glazed double-eared large porcelain bowl to Mu Nanzhi Before, "Would you be my queen?"

For a time, needles were heard in the huge palace, and the palace people who should have avoided the ground, could not help but looked up slightly. They were shocked, rejoicing, or enviously looking at the dresser. Men and women, looking at a long lived man in a dragon suit, bowed to the queen's maiden who was facing the sky kneeling.

Mu Nanzhi looked at the red pomegranate full of a large porcelain bowl, and couldn't help turning his eyes red.

Once upon a time, it was also this large porcelain bowl, which was carried by Song Fu to Princess Duanhui and Heshuo's Mansion. When was this large porcelain bowl, which was auspiciously carried into the carriage, along with Wutai Mountain.

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