Keep personnel [Zhou Sheng as before]

Still in the military tent, Feng Qiao handed the unloaded armor to Zhou Tianxing, together with the soldier talisman and the sword that had accompanied her for many years.

Zhou Tianxing reached out to take it, but she instinctively wanted to grab it back. Zhou Tianxing saw her thoughts and asked, "Reluctance?"

Feng Qiao nodded imperceptibly.

Zhou Tianxing reminded her: "Before you step out of the barracks, you still have a chance to repent."

Feng Qiao still didn't make a sound, but just slowly let go of her hand, her fingertips brushed against the cold armor, trembling slightly.

Seeing that her eyes were red, Zhou Tianxing comforted her a little clumsily: "The peace negotiation was successful, and your marriage with Xiao Yan was also concluded. You should be happy. Why are you still crying?"

"Brother..." Feng Qiao choked with sobs, "You said Master is in the spirit of heaven, knowing that I abandoned Wang Jun to marry Nan Xiao, would he blame me?"

"No." Zhou Tianxing replied without thinking, "Not only will he not blame you, but he will be happy for you. You know, he treats us well, and he would like to see us happy for the rest of our lives."

"Then... will Senior Brother blame me?"

"Naturally not." Zhou Tianxing sighed, "Brother just thinks it's a pity that he can't go to Nanxiao to drink your wedding wine."

Hearing this, Feng Qiao went to the tea table and poured two cups of clear tea into the wine cellar, one for Zhou Tianxing and one for herself, "Senior brother, I will replace wine with tea, I respect you."

After that, she tilted her head slightly and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhou Tianxing smiled, and swallowed the tea into his throat.

Although my heart is full of reluctance, there will be a time to part.After saying goodbye to Zhou Tianxing, Feng Qiao left the military tent, took one last look at the military camp that felt like home, then turned and left without looking back.

Outside the barracks, Xiao Yan and more than a dozen of his personal soldiers were waiting for her.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and quickly stepped forward to hug him, buried her head in his chest, and burst into tears.

Xiao Yan wanted to say a few words to comfort her and make her happy, but just as the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.The last time I saw her cry so sadly was when she was picking up her master's body back to the camp. Usually at such a time, it would be futile to say more, so it's better not to say it.

He was silent, with one arm around her waist, the other on her back, and patted her gently.

Since Feng Qiao had left Wang Jun, there was no reason for her to marry from the palace.Xiao Yan took her back to Jiankang City and asked her to settle down in the Mansion first.Fortunately, she recognized Mr. Wen Wen as her adoptive mother before, so she justifiably married from her natal family.

After sending her back to the Mansion, Xiao Yan repeatedly told her to wait for him to marry her. After hearing this, Feng Qiao felt annoyed and funny, and asked him: "Are you afraid that I will run away from marriage?"

Xiao Yan said, "You won't."

Feng Qiao asked again: "Then what are you worried about?"

Xiao Yan said nothing, just hugged her, and then he was willing to leave.

"The prince has already disappeared, why are you still staring at him and refusing to let him go?"

Feng Qiao looked at the direction where Xiao Yan was leaving, and was fascinated when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, she turned her head, and she really saw Jun Wen looking at her with great interest.

"Auntie."

"You come with me."

Wen Wenjun took her to her boudoir, Feng Qiao's eyes were sharp, and she saw Feng Guanxia on the bed at a glance.

"Even the wedding clothes are ready!" Her voice was clear, and there was surprise in her tone.

Jun Wen said: "After you left Nanxiao, His Highness specially came to ask me the size of your clothes. This wedding dress was carefully customized for you by someone. Go and see if you like it."

Feng Qiao stepped forward to take a look when she heard the words, and the style of the wedding dress that caught the eye was simple but luxurious and expensive, because it was made of high-quality brocade, which was silky and warm to the touch.In addition, a pair of golden phoenix phoenixes are embroidered on the front of the clothes, flying together, wanting to soar into the sky.

Jun Wen said: "Your Highness said that the phoenix belongs to the phoenix, and the phoenix sings harmoniously. You will understand the deep meaning here."

Of course Feng Qiao understood, she clearly remembered that when Xiao Yan was named Fengyang King, she said that they were really destined because they both had the word "Feng" in their names.Thinking about it, these two phoenixes represent her and him respectively, and when they are happy, it will be the time when the phoenix sings in harmony.

Her fingertips lingered endlessly on the wedding dress, unwilling to let go.

Seeing this, Jun Wenjun asked her, "Do you still like it?"

Feng Qiao nodded solemnly, "I like it."

"Then try it on and see if it fits."

"Try again later... Mom, I have something to tell you."

Seeing her gloomy expression, Jun Wenjun folded the wedding clothes first, then pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, and asked her what she wanted to say.

"I always feel that everything is going too smoothly," Feng Qiao said, "whether it's peace negotiation or marriage proposal, it went so smoothly that I was inexplicably flustered."

Wen Wenjun smiled and said, "Silly boy, you can't just look at the surface of everything. If you think it's going well, it's because someone silently removed the obstacles when you didn't know it."

Feng Qiao instantly understood the meaning of her words, and asked, "What did Xiao Yan do?"

Jun Wen knew everything: "I heard that on the day you left Nanxiao, His Highness entered the palace to meet the Holy Majesty. As for what the father and son said, I don't know, but I think it must be related to the negotiation and marriage proposal. In addition, When it was learned that His Highness intends to negotiate a peace, more than half of the Korean, Chinese and military officials did not agree, after all, it is a god-sent opportunity to conquer the Northern Chen Dynasty, but His Highness resisted all opinions and insisted on negotiating a peace."

After hearing this, Feng Qiao suddenly muttered: "Then he must have offended many people."

Mr. Wen Wen: "He is the crown prince, the future emperor, if he is afraid of his own officials, how can he talk about governing the country and the world? What's more, he has lived in the temple and been on the battlefield. Will not act rashly."

Feng Qiao silently lowered her head.He also said before that she gave up too much for him, but in fact, why didn't he bear too much and give too much?If Jun Wenjun hadn't told her this, she might have been kept in the dark by him.

Then she realized that he didn't actually have a [-]% chance of winning, at least in terms of their marriage, even though he ordered someone to customize the wedding dress before proposing, even though he said in the letter, "I will definitely live up to the lovesickness." ", but he was also afraid in his heart, afraid that his success would fall short, which also explained why his abnormal behavior just now happened.

"Since the knot has been untied, let's try on the wedding dress. If it doesn't fit, it's better to send it back for revision as soon as possible."

While speaking, Wen Wenjun got up and closed the door, then came back to help her undress herself.

Feng Qiao said urgently, "I'll do it myself."

She took off her coat a little bit shyly, leaving only a thin inner coat, and then carefully put the scarlet wedding dress on her body, and after careful arrangement, she found that it fit well.

There was approval in Jun Wenjun's eyes, "Although it's just casually dressed, it looks like a shy bride. If you put some makeup on and put on your red lips, you will definitely be fascinated by your husband."

Feng Qiao blushed when she heard the words, "Aniang is teasing me again."

Jun Wenjun smiled and said nothing.

Fortunately, there will be no storms in the next few days. After the moon, Feng Qiao and Xiao Yan's big day will come as scheduled.She changed into a bright red wedding dress early, sat in front of the dowry, and Wenjun twisted her face and made up for her personally.

Mr. Wen Wen was obsessed with the red sandalwood comb, and while combing her hair, he whispered: "One comb to the end, two combs to the bottom, two combs to match the eyebrows, three combs full of children and grandchildren..."

As she was reading, her voice suddenly became choked up. Feng Qiao looked back and found that her eyes were really red.

Feng Qiao didn't need to think too much, she knew that she was thinking of Shi Yi.Many years ago, Shi Yi once wore a red dress, jumped down from the tower in the snowflakes, and ended his life. This past event has become an indelible pain in many people's hearts. As Shi Yi's close relative, Ji Wen Jun's grief is beyond anyone's reach.

Feng Qiao picked up a silk handkerchief, gently wiped her tears, and said, "Auntie, although I am not gentle and intelligent in time, I also know that I can't replace her in your heart, but she has failed to fulfill her filial piety." , I will help her to honor you well, as long as you don't dislike me, I will be your adopted daughter for the rest of my life."

"Silly girl," Wen Wenjun said caressing her face, "You are not as timely as you are, and of course Shiyi is not as good as you, but these are not important. The important thing is that you are all my good children. .”

Feng Qiao grinned, and immediately hugged her, rubbing her cheek against her bosom.

"If you rub like this, the makeup on your face will be ruined."

"Don't be afraid, there is A Niang to help me touch up my makeup."

"You child..." Wen Wenjun scolded her with a smile, "Do you still want to get married? The wedding procession will come later, if you don't sit down and get dressed, it will be too late."

When Feng Qiao heard this, she immediately sat upright.

About half an hour later, there was a festive noise outside the house, and the welcoming team came.

When Feng Qiao sat in the bridal sedan chair and heard the noisy voices on the street, she realized that she felt nervous, sweat dripped from her palms, and the hem of the wedding dress was crumpled and smoothed by her. She repeated this many times, but still could not relax.

When she arrived at the Prince's Mansion, after she stepped out of the sedan chair, a generous and strong hand held her. Immediately, Xiao Yan's voice came into his ears clearly: "Don't be nervous, everything is up to me."

Feng Qiao slowly calmed down.

After finishing the ceremony and entering the bridal chamber, the hustle and bustle of the wedding banquet dissipated in her ears, and Feng Qiao couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Xiao Yan was still entertaining guests outside, waiting left and right, she simply put down her round fan and looked around, all she could see were flickering flowers and candles, warm red tents, a festive scene.And this celebration belongs exclusively to her and Xiao Yan.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help smiling.

"Girl, are you hungry? Come and have some snacks." Cheng Xi entered the room with some pastries.

Feng Qiao was already so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, now that she saw some eating, she didn't care about the so-called modesty, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a piece of wishful cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

Seeing this, Cheng Xi reminded her: "Now that you have performed the wedding ceremony, you are the crown prince's concubine, why are you acting so rude?"

It was only then that Feng Qiao realized that she was not only marrying Xiao Yan, but also the current prince of Nan Xiao. If there were no accidents, he would still be the future emperor.

She suddenly choked and coughed several times.

"Look at you." Cheng Xi sighed helplessly, and poured tea to moisten her throat.

After she regained her composure, Feng Qiao clapped her hands together in a hurry to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will definitely pay attention to my words and deeds in the future."

Cheng Xi was startled, and knelt down, "How can you salute your servants?"

Seeing her kneeling down suddenly, Feng Qiao was also startled. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard someone outside shouting "Your Highness", knowing that it was Xiao Yan who had come, she hurriedly sat down on the side of the bed and raised her hand again. The round fan covered his face.

Xiao Yan pushed the door open and entered, his eyes fell on the woman in red, and he didn't look away for a long time.

He pushed back Cheng Xi and the other maids, and then walked towards Feng Qiao step by step.

Although his steps were slow, Feng Qiao felt as if something was stepping on her heart heavily and forcefully, causing her to lose her mind for a moment, and even the hand holding the fan trembled slightly.

"Awaited."

Feng Qiao whispered: "I know I've been waiting for a long time, why don't you come back sooner?"

Xiao Yan smiled softly, then sat down beside her, raised his hand to cover her little hand, and slowly moved the round fan away.

Feng Qiao also slowly raised her eyelids, meeting his eyes in the warm candlelight.

Time seemed to be frozen, he didn't move and she didn't speak, only silence was entangled between them.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yan suddenly burst out laughing. Feng Qiao asked him why he was smiling. He nodded his lips and reminded her, "Your place is covered with cake residue."

"Really?" Feng Qiao raised her hand and was about to wipe it off, but suddenly she paused, her small face leaned in front of him, and said, "I can't see it, please wipe it off for me."

Xiao Yan could naturally see that she did this intentionally, but he didn't expose her. He lightly brushed the corner of her lips with his fingertips to wipe off the residue, then took her hand and led her to the corner of the table. The round man took his seat.

He poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Feng Qiao, "Drinking this glass of Hebei wine will be considered a formal ceremony."

Feng Qiao let out an "oh", held up the wine cup and drank with him arm in arm.After drinking, she looked into his eyes, as if covered with a layer of hazy drunkenness, she couldn't see clearly.

Xiao Yan laughed at her, "Are you drunk?"

"Of course I'm not drunk." Feng Qiao categorically denied, "I have marched and fought countless times, and drank with soldiers countless times. How could I get drunk so easily? I just...just feel..."

Seeing her hesitate to speak, Xiao Yan asked: "How do you feel?"

"I feel like I'm dreaming." Feng Qiao smiled naively at him, "Before this, I never thought that one day I would be able to fly on a branch and become a phoenix."

"This is not a dream." Xiao Yan stared at her with a serious tone, "And you are a phoenix in the first place."

Feng Qiao pointed to the wedding dress on her body and asked: "So, you asked someone to embroider a phoenix on it?"

Xiao Yan nodded.

"Then..." Feng Qiao leaned forward with Jiu Jin, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You want to make peace with me?"

Xiao Yan curled his lips into a smile, "I not only want to be in harmony with you, but I also want to be upside down with you."

After saying that, he suddenly picked her up and strode towards the red sandalwood carved wedding bed.

Feng Qiao hadn't realized what the meaning of "upside down" was, she had already been laid on the bed by him, and then his body covered her, and a gentle and soft kiss fell from her eyebrows and eyes to her red lips , wandering around.

Not long after, the breathing of the two became short and hot.

"...Xiao Yan?"

"Ok?"

"Is the door closed?"

"closed."

"The candles are still on."

"Don't put it out." Xiao Yan put his ear in his mouth and murmured ambiguously, "I want to see your appearance clearly."

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, monk, although I want you to live a shameless life, you should be more reserved, otherwise you will not pass the jj review.

ps: I suddenly thought of a question, Xiao Yan's hair should have grown out, but when I wrote the article, I still had his bald head in my mind, which seemed to be more sexual and emotional (God, what am I talking about? ).