Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

When Mo Shi walked in, he saw everyone laughing.

She walked to Yang Susu's side and said anxiously, "Sister, Mo Shi doesn't have anything valuable on him."

She pointed at the snow wolf beside her and said, "How about I give this wolf to you?"

"Woooo..."

The Snow Wolf seemed to understand what Mo Shi said, and made a sound of grievance, looking at Mo Shi with resentment.

Humans are too cruel.

Yang Susu reached out and touched Mo Shi's hair: "Mo Shi can stay with me for a long time, which is my best wish."

At this time, the daughter of Lord Yang, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, the daughter of the Vice Minister of War, etc., all came to Qingyu Garden in droves to put on makeup for Yang Susu.

Although they had only met a few times, Yang Susu was now the Princess of the State, the Princess of Ming, and even the Emperor and the Empress were polite to her, so they naturally wanted to show their faces.

They all wanted Yang Susu to remember them, so the makeup they brought was carefully selected by the mistresses in the mansion.

Aunt Yan stood beside Yang Yuan with her belly bulging, smiling: "Look, how popular our Su'er is."

Yang Yuan held her hand in his palm, with a complicated expression on his face: "Su'er is getting married today. Su'er is the child of this general and Liu'er. Liu'er is dead, and now Su'er is also getting married--"

Aunt Yan rolled her eyes and said, "General, today is a happy day. Don't say unhappy words that will ruin your mood."

Yang Yuan: “…”

On the magnolia tree, someone cried even louder.

"My master is getting married. Woohoo, my master is finally getting married..."

The head of the Medical Immortal Valley gnawed on a chicken leg and wiped away tears.

Aunt Yan: “?”

Yang Yuan: “…”

Aunt Yan prepared a rich dowry for Yang Susu, which filled up the entire Qingyu Garden and still couldn't fit it in.

Yang Susu was a little shocked.

As expected, he is rich and powerful, domineering.

The dowry sent by Prince Ming's Palace, prepared by Concubine Yan, and bestowed by the Emperor, the General's Mansion was almost full.

Even the dowry was piled up outside the general's mansion.

Jun Yichen looked good today, and he was in high spirits. His normally fair face was slightly red today for the first time.

He was as gentle as jade, wearing a wedding gown, with his black hair tied up with a jade hairpin, riding a white horse, followed by the Prime Minister and the Jinyiwei special envoy, carrying the wedding sedan, and the music band playing as they headed towards the general's mansion.

Because it was His Majesty Ming Wang who was getting married, and considering his poor health, no one dared to stop him.

Jun Yichen entered the general's mansion smoothly.

He crossed his hands behind his back and watched Yang Susu, wearing a bright red wedding dress, walk out of the room with the support of Wangyou and Yang Momo.

She held a gold-embroidered fan in her hand, half-covering her face, standing shyly, with a gentle smile between her eyebrows.

She is so charming and beautiful, she walks slowly and gracefully, she smiles charmingly, and her soul is moved and her heart is filled with spring.

He was stunned for a moment.

The people who came to the courtyard to welcome the bride were all stunned.

He walked quickly forward, stood in front of her, held her hand, and completely blocked the gazes behind him.

She also looked at him, her face shy.

Finally, she was going to marry him.

The bridesmaid's voice sounded: "The bride bids farewell to her parents."

Yang Susu smiled sweetly and knelt down in front of Yang Yuan.

"well."

Yang Yuan's eyes were red.

Aunt Yan smiled with a big belly and said, "General, today is a big day, you must be happy."

"That's right. That's right."

General Yang, a man of steel, also wiped away tears.

He helped Yang Susu up: "Take good care of the prince in the future."

Yang Susu nodded: "My daughter will do her best."

He placed Yang Susu's hand in Yu Jun Yichen's palm: "Your Majesty, this is my only daughter now. I will hand her over to you now."

Jun Yichen nodded slightly: "General, don't worry, I will take good care of Su'er."

"Good good!"

Amid the hustle and bustle, he picked her up and walked out of the general's mansion.

Madam Yang was ill in bed and did not come to join in the fun.

"The bride enters the sedan chair——"

The voice of the goddess of happiness was loud.

Jun Yichen then put Yang Susu down, and with the help of Wangyou and Lengyue, he entered the wedding sedan.

Along the way, there were music and dancing, and the ten-mile red dress passed through several streets but there was no end in sight.

It was unknown how many hours had passed before Yang Susu was helped down from the sedan chair, stepped over the brazier, and entered the gate of the Ming Palace.

He and she held the red silk, shouting loudly.

"One Worship"

"Second Worship Hall"

"Couple's Worship"

Became a couple!

The scene in front of her made Yang Susu a little stunned.

It feels like déjà vu.

I always feel that he and she were like this before, worshipping heaven and earth.

The front yard was bustling with activity; even the new emperor and queen came.

Qingzhou, who used to be taciturn, now had a smile on his face.

There was another woman beside Qingzhou.

The woman stood quietly aside, with a thin veil on her face, smiling at Yang Susu.

Yang Susu also laughed.

Qingyu is living a good life in Lihua Palace now, but she lost her palm after all. I hope she can find a good man in the future.

Yang Susu was surrounded by the crowd and entered the wedding room.

Everyone was feasting in the front yard.

In the wedding room, Leng Yue accompanied Yang Susu.

Yang Susu was worried about Jun Yichen, so she asked Wangyou to watch over him in the front yard.

After a tiring day, her stomach had already been growling.

"Leng Yue, I'm a little hungry."

"Miss, would you like to have some dry biscuits?"

"That's fine."

Then Leng Yue handed Yang Susu a piece of dry biscuit.

Yang Susu was extremely hungry, so she wolfed down the dry biscuits.

After the biscuits entered her stomach, she suddenly felt dizzy and fell down.

In the front yard, there was a burst of joyous and noisy sounds.

Jun Zeyuan, Qingzhou, Xiao Yi and others drank a lot of wine.

Princess Li Ling also held a wine glass and stuck to Xiao Yi's side, holding his hand from time to time, and kept asking: "Prime Minister, when will you marry me?"

Xiao Yi always smiled politely at her: "Princess, please respect yourself."

Qingzhou smiled at Wangyou.

Wangyou turned away shyly.

The young lady discussed with the prince and chose a date. They were going to get married.

Jun Zeyuan has a good alcohol tolerance, so the wine on his table today was specially prepared.

Zhuang Biyao brewed the dry white wine herself, which was particularly soothing and dry.

Jun Zeyuan was a heavy drinker and drank a few more cups, praising the wine.

"Second brother, I am so happy to see you getting married. If our mother knew about this, she would be overjoyed too."

He smiled and patted Jun Yichen's shoulder, his eyes slightly red.

Jun Yichen said softly: "Your Majesty has drunk too much."

Finally, with the help of the Queen, she returned to the palace.

The bright moon was hanging high outside the window, and the missing half was being filled up little by little. The night sky, which was originally full of stars, suddenly became dim.

Everyone knew the condition of His Majesty Ming Wang, so they asked him to drink tea instead of wine.

They were afraid that he would be tired, so they all left the table after the emperor left.