The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

The suona, shengxiao and flute continued, accompanied by the congratulations of the common people, the fiery welcoming procession spread to the outside of the Prince Regent's Mansion, and finally stopped at the steps of the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The groom, who was sitting upright on the horse, dismounted from the horse, and opened the red sedan curtain in anticipation of everyone, and a thin figure came into view.

"The groom bows!"

When we arrived at the palace, the person in charge of etiquette outside the sedan chair was Mu Beimo's respected housekeeper. Following the steward's shout, the red car curtain was lifted, and Mu Beimo's handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, and he bowed slightly. He stretched out his hand towards himself, and held the big red flower with the other hand.

"Yang'er, I'm back home." Mu Beimo's deep and seductive voice came from outside the sedan chair. Ming Yang quietly raised the corners of his mouth, put his hand on the warm and dry hand, and held both hands tightly, as if Hold it for life after life.

People who joined in the fun wanted to see the appearance of the emperor. They poked their heads to look inside the sedan chair, only to see a pair of white, tender and thin legs stretched out and resting on the powerful palms of the regent. They looked so white and beautiful, one couldn't help thinking Quickly find out what the legendary emperor is like.

The big red flower was handed to Ming Yang's other hand, and the other end was Mu Beimo's other hand. He reached out to take it, and under the yell of the matchmaker, he was already hugged horizontally, and the red umbrella snapped. With a bang, it opened above the head, and two maids in wedding dresses were carrying flower baskets, and the petals full of fragrance fluttered and fell continuously.

"Crackling crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers sounded behind him. Through the red tulle hijab, Ming Yang saw people he was familiar with. Unknowingly, he put more force on Mu Beimo's neck.

All the way to the lobby of the palace, Ming Yang's feet touched the ground.

"The bride and groom go straight to the flower hall!"

A group of people surrounded the newcomers to the front of the lobby, and the two stood still in the lobby, embracing each other, waiting for the next order from the ceremony officer.

"Bride and groom pilgrimage!"

As soon as the words fell, the servants offered three incense sticks with both hands. Ming Yang nodded slightly, and took them with Mu Beimo. The two of them held the incense together, and lit them next to the candle held by the servants.

There was an incense ash burner on the table in the lobby, and the incense in the hands of the two of them flickered a little, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, and thin smoke lingered in front of their eyes.

Ming Yang looked at the profile of the person beside him through the tulle, feeling a little unreal.

"Kneel, the newcomer offers incense!"

The two held up three sticks of incense in their hands. Ming Yang held up the incense and subconsciously knelt down, but there seemed to be a layer of resistance on his knees, and he suddenly couldn't bend down.

Just when everyone was watching the two standing still, Mu Beimo spoke coldly.

"When the emperor gets married, he can avoid kneeling."

Mu Beimo's cold voice spread throughout the hall, and the ceremony officer realized his negligence. He said that Ming Yanggui should not kneel as the emperor, but in fact it was because he was pregnant, and it was really inconvenient to kneel and kowtow.

Ming Yang turned his head to look at Mu Beimo, feeling a little sorry, and hurriedly said that he could kneel, "Brother Beimo, I'm fine."

"You are pregnant, and these cumbersome etiquettes will be avoided."

The etiquette officer looked at Mu Beimo's face, and hurriedly changed his words, "The newcomer enters the incense!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, watching the newcomers burn incense at the same time, and the lively atmosphere resumed.

The little episode passed quickly, and the two of them had worshiped at the hall. When they heard the voice of the ceremony officer "sending them to the bridal chamber", the guests booed instantly.

While blushing, Ming Yang was picked up by strong arms and walked steadily towards the new house.

Passing through the pond of the palace, along the gravel road all the way to the door of the new house, followed by a group of young people who wanted to make trouble in the bridal chamber. As soon as the newcomers entered, the door was shut with a bang.

"Hey! My lord, how could you do this!" Mo Xihe and the others were shut outside the door, banging on the door vigorously, clamoring for a bridal chamber.

"My lord, general, don't worry, my lord has said that we will serve good wine and good food today, and the wedding money should be given out, but this trouble in the bridal chamber will be avoided. Please follow this old slave to the front yard."

The butler of the palace stopped the excited people at the right time, and sent someone to distribute happy money in a friendly manner, and then let the couple contentedly let go of the young man who was making a bridal chamber.

Listening to the noise outside the house gradually dissipating, Ming Yang looked at the man squatting in front of him a little shyly, and then whispered a word.

"Why don't you let them make trouble in the bridal chamber?"

Away from a layer of red gauze, Ming Yang couldn't really see Mu Beimo's expression, he just felt that the room was dimly lit by red candlelight, and the bright red bed curtains were a little confusing to his eyes.

"My Yang'er, I don't want to let them make trouble." Mu Beimo reached into the red gauze, gently rubbing his wife's fair skin.

"You're so narrow-minded." Ming Yang said on his lips, but sweetly in his heart, he stretched out his hand to hold Mu Beimo's broad palm, and pulled him to sit beside him.

Ming Yang leaned lightly in Mu Beimo's arms, stretched his legs lightly to relax, the two stayed together for a while, Ming Yang stared at the bed curtain in a daze, only then did he realize that something was wrong.

"It seems that you haven't lifted the hijab for me yet."

It was only after Ming Yang said this that Mu Beimo realized that they both looked at the wine and Xi Scale on the table at the same time.

"It seems to be taking off the hijab before drinking the wine." Ming Yang raised his head and looked at Mu Beimo, who was a little dazed, and reminded him gently.

"should be."

"Where is Xi Po?"

"No arrangement, too much trouble."

Hearing Mu Beimo's answer, Ming Yang burst out laughing, and raised his hand to cover his mouth, unable to control his laughter.

"Go and help me lift the hijab."

Ming Yang sat up, reached out and poked Mu Beimo, who was stupefied with green hair, Mu Beimo regained his composure, then stood up and picked up the Xi scale on the table.

Xi Cheng lightly lifted the red gauze, Mu Beimo felt his hands tremble, the hijab was lifted smoothly, a familiar face appeared in front of his eyes, and his breath was instantly choked.

The person in front of her has a bun and exposed temples, her brows and eyes are full of spring, her skin is as soft as jade, her red lips are as beautiful as drops, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks are gently blowing on her face with the wind. Run's eyes rolled slightly, a bit mischievous, a bit mischievous, a red wedding gown outlines a slender figure, the waist is not full, except for the slightly protruding pregnant belly, it is so beautiful and flawless.

"Take care of me, my lord."

Ming Yang pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to stroke the black hair on the side of Mu Beimo's face, the moisture in his eyes revealed a different smell in the red room.

Mu Beimo's breath was suffocated, and the picture in front of him made him a little breathless. He reached out and grabbed the hand on the side of his face, put it on his mouth and kissed it hard. Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, he couldn't help saying that Lay down on the bed.

"Take care of me, my good lady."

"Mu Beimo! I haven't had a drink yet!"

Ming Yang's hands were caught, and he immediately regretted the teasing just now, and hurriedly kicked his legs to change the subject.

"You are pregnant, don't drink alcohol."

Mu Beimo's deep voice rang in his ears, Ming Yang looked at the red bed curtain above his head, couldn't help crying, his face was flushed and he couldn't help but struggle.

"Later, later, I have to toast."

"Don't worry, the dinner will start in three or four hours."

Mu Beimo refused to accept his words, and Mingyang cried anxiously, dodging while being happy, but it was useless.

"Child, no!"

"It's okay, I'll take it easy."

The man on his body chuckled and bit his ear, Ming Yang only felt a little dizzy in his head, and a strange feeling spread all over his body, as if he was in a wide sea area, and he was floating with the water surface , I felt like I was flying into the clouds again, over and over again.

At the prince's wedding luncheon, the guests at the banquet exchanged cups and raised lights intertwined, but there was no newcomer in wedding clothes, but this did not affect everyone's mood, after all, everyone understood the urgency of the newcomer.

The sun gradually set, and the movement in the dormitory gradually dissipated. The petite person was nestled on the bed, with a faint pink color on his fair face, tears still in the corners of his eyes, and the red marks would not disappear for a long time.

Mu Beimo washed the person carefully, put the person on the bed, covered the quilt carefully, and called Han Ziling to come over for a pulse check. He was relieved when he learned that Ming Yang was just tired.

"My lord, the emperor is getting older in the last month. It is best to reduce the bed affairs to two or three times a month. In addition, the emperor has experienced too much before. When the cold air entered his body, his body is always very weak now. Ziling still suggests After getting married, take the emperor to Nanshan as soon as possible, the cold in the emperor's body will not be eliminated, and when the full term comes, it is hard to say whether the child will be born or not."

Mu Beimo stood up, walked to the bed alone, looked at the handsome Jasmine outside the door, and nodded slightly.

"This king knows. After a few days, I will take him with me after we have settled the affairs of the court."

"On the wedding day, it's inconvenient to tell the prince too much. Remember to take the previous medicine on time for the emperor. Ziling will leave first."

Han Ziling looked at Mu Beimo's back, hesitant to say anything, they have gone through too much torture, no matter what, he will try his best to make them both husband and wife have no regrets.

"Ziling, thank you very much." Mu Beimo turned around and sighed softly.

"My lord, you are being polite. If you really want to thank Ziling, then you should take care of Mo Xihe."

"Okay." Mu Beimo nodded. After Han Ziling went out, he turned to look at the person on the bed. He was standing in the shadows, with an unclear expression on his face.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, he finally walked to the bed and gently opened his wife's frown.

[The author has something to say: the next step is to prepare to have a baby, and the thread has been buried before]