The female bandit who traveled through another world knocked down Master Gao Leng

In April, the breeze blows and the garden is full of flowers.

The gentle sunshine shines in every corner, making people feel comfortable.

Sixteen years ago, Song Yao disappeared on the eve of her wedding, and she and Murong Li did not have time to hold their wedding.

Now Murong Li will make it up to Song Yao no matter what.

Song Yao blushed: "Li, we are already middle-aged, and our precious daughter is getting married. Why are we still holding a wedding? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Murong Li's hawk-like eyes held a hint of smile: "Let's get married first, there's no rush for my precious daughter.

The treasure that I just found cannot be given to that kid named Gu so quickly."

"But our future son-in-law is anxious. Didn't you see the way he looked at our daughter? His eyes were almost glued to her body."

Murong Li snorted, "Why is he so anxious? Let him wait. Back then, I just tasted the meat and you disappeared.

I am more anxious than that young man Gu Hantian. I have been a vegetarian for so many years that my eyes are almost glowing green."

Song Yao thought about the two sisters with the surname Jin, and she and Murong Li were separated for sixteen years. How many sixteen years are there in a lifetime?

Their best years of youth were wasted like this.

With a pang of sadness in her heart, Song Yao finally nodded in agreement. Before her daughter got married, she wanted to put on a wedding dress for the man who had been waiting for her for sixteen years and become his most beautiful bride.

When Gu Hantian knew that his marriage with Li Mengyun had to be postponed to make way for Murong Li and Song Yao, he sighed, feeling helpless.

Who made it so that the two people to be married are one's father-in-law and mother-in-law?

He endures it!

He waits!

Li Mengyun was overjoyed when she learned that her father and mother were going to hold a wedding. This star-crossed couple was finally going to be together.

On the day of Song Yao's wedding, it was her brother Song Cong who carried her into the bridal sedan.

But Song Yao gave this task to Li Zhan.

Li Zhan was her savior.

For more than ten years in Taohua Village, Li Zhan loved her, protected her, and doted on her. It can be said that without Li Zhan, she and Murong Li would not have the happiness they have now.

It would be most appropriate to let Li Zhan carry her to the bridal sedan.

Song Cong has always felt deeply guilty towards his sister Song Yao and dared not say a word.

The old marquis Song Linran and the old lady Shui Ruyan also strongly agreed with Song Yao's decision.

If Li Zhan was not now the adoptive father of Crown Prince Murong Yan, both of them would like to adopt Li Zhan as their adopted son.

On that day, gongs and drums were beating, firecrackers were blasting, and the streets were crowded with people watching the fun.

The God of War Emperor Murong Li married his imperial concubine on this day.

Xiaobao wore a jewel-encrusted golden hair crown on his head and a festive red dragon robe.

Li Zhan held his hand tightly, and every move he made was graceful and appropriate.

Even after becoming the crown prince, Xiaobao would call Song Yao "Mom" whenever he saw her.

Song Yao hurriedly pulled Xiaobao over and told him, "Xiaobao, you can't call me mom from now on. You have to call me great aunt."

Xiaobao blinked his dark grape-colored eyes and pouted in grievance.

"But I still think calling you mother sounds better. Mother, just continue to be my mother."

"This, this, this, isn't this a mess?" Song Yao was a little amused.

"As long as our little treasure is happy, he can shout whatever he wants." Li Mengyun pinched little treasure's cheeks, "Isn't that right, little treasure?"

Xiaobao nodded obediently and smiled happily.

Murong Li's wedding procession arrived at the Marquis Jian'an's Mansion with music and drums in a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Li Zhan lowered his body and squatted on the ground.

Song Yao, wearing a red veil and a new wedding dress, lay on Li Zhan's back with the support of her daughter Li Mengyun.

Li Zhan, carrying Song Yao on his back, stood up steadily and walked slowly towards the gate of Marquis Jian'an's Mansion, step by step.

This is the happiest and most beautiful moment for his sister Yaoer.

He must safely hand sister Yao'er over to the hands of her lover, Emperor Murong Li.

Although Li Zhan felt bitterness and reluctance in his heart, he felt more blessings and gratitude.

Thanks to Song Yao for coming to his side and accompanying him for eleven years, making his long and short life colorful and full of warmth.

Having him accompany her for these years is enough. Let him be Yao'er's real brother from now on.

Little did he know that Li Zhan had his own good marriage.

Aunt Yilan, who was beside the Queen Mother, had been sighing that Li Zhan was the best man in the world ever since she learned about the story of Li Zhan and Song Yao.

If you don't seize this good man, and miss this opportunity, you will never have the same opportunity again.

So Aunt Yilan plucked up her courage, knelt before the Empress Dowager, and begged her to issue an imperial decree to allow Li Zhan to marry her.

The Queen Mother was full of admiration and gratitude for Li Zhan, who had selflessly raised Crown Prince Xiaobao, and could not bear to see him alone.

So the Queen Mother summoned Li Zhan to Shoukang Palace to ask him what he thought.

Li Zhan looked at Aunt Yilan, who was beautiful and gentle, and whose every move was graceful and appropriate.

He thought that if he and Aunt Yilan got married, Sister Song Yao and the God of War Emperor would feel less guilty.

So Li Zhan knelt on the ground and replied: "Queen Dowager, if Aunt Yilan doesn't mind that I am so much older than her, I have no objection."

The Queen Mother looked at Aunt Yilan.

Aunt Yilan's eyes were filled with tears as she murmured affectionately, "Zhan Lang, I am twenty-six years old this year, and you are only twelve years older than me, not old at all. I really like you, so let me stay by your side."

Come on, Aunt Yilan's affectionate call of "Zhan Lang" successfully softened Li Zhan's heart.

Finally, the two got married according to the Queen Mother's decree, and after marriage, the couple treated each other with respect and equality.

Because the crown prince couldn't leave Li Zhan, the empress dowager assigned Aunt Yilan to Xiaobao, and asked Li Zhan and his wife to take care of Xiaobao's daily life.

Later, Aunt Yilan gave birth to a chubby little boy.

Of course, these are all for later.

Now is the wedding day for the God of War Emperor Murong Li and Song Yao.

[Princess Guguo] Li Mengyun and Crown Prince Murong Yan personally delivered the bridal sedan.

The streets were crowded with people who came to watch the fun, and everyone was pouring out good words and auspicious words.

"I wish the Emperor and the Empress a happy and lasting marriage."

"Happy wedding to the Emperor and Empress."

"I wish the Emperor and Empress to have a son soon."

……

Murong Li was wearing a red groom's uniform, riding on a tall horse, listening to the blessings of the people, with a smile on his face, without a trace of his usual seriousness and coldness.

Li Mengyun brought Xiaobao and sat on Qingyun's back to get married.

Hearing the people saying auspicious words one after another, he kept bowing to the people to express his gratitude.

"Thank you all for your blessings. I thank you all on behalf of my father and mother."

The people were laughing.

Some quick-talking people asked, "Princess Gu, when will your wedding with Lord Gu be held? We are all looking forward to it."

Li Mengyun smiled as brightly as a flower and said openly, "It will be soon, soon. Once my wedding dress is embroidered, I will get married right away."

"Princess Guguo, you are so good at killing enemies in battle, but can you embroider wedding dresses?"

Li Mengyun blushed, then waved her hand nonchalantly: "Hantian knows how to do it. He is good at both literature and martial arts, and is also good at embroidering wedding dresses."

The people cried out in surprise when they heard this.

"Princess Gu, was your wedding dress embroidered by Lord Gu?"

Li Mengyun chuckled: "The more capable you are, the more work you should do. It's my fault that I'm clumsy."

Someone shouted, "Oh my god, Master Gu dotes on [Princess Gu] too much, doesn't he?"

"You know shit."

“That’s right, the [Princess Guguo] is not only extremely beautiful, but she is also an expert in both medicine and martial arts.

Master Gu personally embroidered the wedding dress and married a beautiful bride. He was very happy about it and it would not be too much for him to pamper her any more."

"Yes, yes, yes. [Princess Guguo] can handle it."

"Yes, yes, yes. If I could marry a beauty like the [Princess Guguo], I would be willing to do anything, not only embroidering her wedding dress, but also emptying her chamber pot every day."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The crowd broke into a good-natured laugh.

Murong Qinghong personally served as the witness for the emperor's uncle.

After a lot of trouble, Song Yao was sent to the bridal chamber.

Murong Li offered a brief toast with a glass of wine, then left his friends and subordinates and went straight to the bridal chamber.

The subordinates looked at the emperor who was impatient, laughed and teased him.

"Look at how anxious the emperor is. It's like the old house is on fire."

"I've been holding it in for more than ten years. If I let you try, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to hold it in for even a month."

"Hahaha, that's right."

In the bridal chamber, Murong Li took the wedding scale, and with trembling hands, gently lifted the red veil.

The next moment, Song Yao's charming and beautiful face was revealed.

"Yao'er, my wife."

Song Yao glanced at Murong Li shyly, lowered her head, revealing a beautiful white swan neck.

Murong Li waved to the bridesmaid and maids beside him: "You all go down."

Everyone smiled and bowed: "I wish the Emperor and the Empress a happy wedding, a long lasting marriage, and a son soon."

The bridesmaid and the maid retreated silently.

Inside the room, the brocade curtains fell down layer by layer. Clothes fell off, and the red waves rolled in the mandarin duck quilt, with boundless spring scenery.