The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

After arriving in Lingyang, their queen followed, a very smart and beautiful little girl who walked like an elf in the mountains.

The little girl jumped up and down to see Xue Lang, raised her hand and punched the handsome man next to him, then gave him another look, then turned her head and called out sweetly: "Your Majesty, Wanan."

Xue Lang supported his head and smiled: "Well, sit down."

"Brother Xue, who is the queen?"

Amu answered subconsciously: "It's Brother Yan."

"Huh? Oh."

"Why aren't you surprised?"

"I guessed it, you are stupid."

"what?!"

The two newlyweds were really interesting. Seeing them bickering, Xue Lang suddenly felt like an old father.

On the day of the wedding, Xue Lang was dressed in a bright red dress, with a bright smile, and he was said to be the most beautiful in Lingyang. His appearance was like a living god. Many girls cried and wet their handkerchiefs. A love that follows life and death.

From the palace to the Rong Mansion, the whole country was jubilant. Every family hung up red silk and walked to the street with sincere blessings. For a moment, everyone forgot about the tragedy not long ago.

Rong's mansion was full of people, and several exquisite children gathered at the door, stretching out their white hands to beg for wedding money, Xue Lang smiled and gave it, no one dared to embarrass him, he walked into the mansion surrounded by children.

The winter jasmine is blooming enthusiastically, and all the servants are beaming. Gorgeous ribbons are stretched on both sides of the gravel road, fluttering in the wind. Amu teaches Xue Lang his experience all the way, and he must be perfect.

At the end of the road, there was a big "囍" sign pasted on the door. Amu knocked on the door, and a crisp female voice answered from inside: "I haven't finished dressing yet."

Asked three times in a row, just before the door opened, Xiao Ya'er in pink came out with a smile and someone who was two heads taller than her, gorgeous wedding dress, gilded red hijab, phoenix coronet and xiabei, the newcomer was slender , looks very nice to wear.

Yan Li had no brother or father, and no one carried him into the sedan chair. Xue Lang gave him money and knelt down in front of him.

The broad shoulders in front of him made Yan Li's fingers tremble, he lay down slowly, folded his hands on his chest, the scorching body temperature dispelled the coldness of early spring, and burned to the tip of his heart.

Xiaoya'er followed along, singing in a lark-like voice as she walked:

"Bi Fei is like a Guanju bird, and the pedicles often open and pruning branches.

Cups and jade liquid fly parrots, music plays phoenix dance in Yaochi.

Zhi Lanmao for thousands of years, Qin Sele for a hundred years—”

When you go out, the sound of firecrackers is noisier than the Spring Festival, and the children surround you: "Get on the sedan chair—"

Xue Lang was speechless the whole time, and carefully put the beloved on his back into the sedan chair. Yan Li took advantage of the situation and sat upright on the cushion. The two of them understood each other as if they were the same person.

Step by step through the three books and six ceremonies, they worshiped gods and ancestors with love.At the gate of the palace, Xue Lang picked up Yanli and stepped over the brazier that Amu had strictly ordered to place. He said that stepping over the brazier could bring good luck and avoid evil, and prosper.

The palace walls slowly absorbed all the noise, Xue Lang held Yan Li firmly and entered the palace.Amu came to ask him to go out for a drink, but he refused without looking back.

"Yanyan, are you tired?"

Yan Li pursed her lips and smiled. "Not tired."

"I don't believe it, let me see."

The hijab was lifted away with Yan Li's sword, the phoenix crown jingled, and a pair of star-like eyes stuck to his face affectionately. This scene was so familiar that Xue Lang always felt that he had seen it before.

It turned out that in last year's dream, he had already married Yanli once.

It was dusk, but Xue Lang couldn't wait to have a "daytime prostitution", so he gently squeezed Yan Li's face: "Wait for me a while. "

The room was gradually eroded by darkness, Yan Li closed his eyes for a while to adjust, the warm breath sprayed on his face and neck, the tingling feeling came like a tsunami, engulfing him in an instant.

"Master, get up and go to court."

"Well...not going, Yanyan will sleep with me for a while."

"it is good."

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

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Flowers are over! ! !Great! ! ! o((>ω<))o