Chapter 312 Chitose Is a Bit Ruthless [79]

Afterwards, Liu Cenxi was taken to prison, and Qin Siyu was also taken to prison.

The other remnants of Liu Cenxi's party were also wiped out by the emperor.

All this was done secretly, except for the emperor, Si Li and Shen Wanqing, no one knew about it.

The wedding is also in preparation, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

In a flash, it was half a month later.

On the ninth day of October, it was very lively, full of drums and gongs.

Shen Wanqing was also pulled up early in the morning and forced to sit in front of the bronze mirror, allowing the maids to put on delicate makeup.

Draw the eyebrows, tap the lips, curl the hair, and shake the steps.

Finally, light red gauze cover.

Luo Li was full of smiles, and she leaned closer to Shen Wanqing and said, "Princess, the nine-thousand-year-old sedan chair is outside, let's go."

Shen Wanqing casually yawned and said lazily, "Let's go."

Luo Li was about to reach out to help Shen Wanqing walk over, but was brushed away by Shen Wanqing.

Afterwards, Shen Wanqing left the room calmly.

Luo Li looked at a loss:? ? ?

The princess clearly covered her head with a red hijab? How can I walk so smoothly, as if I didn't wear it?

After getting on the bridal sedan chair, the bridal sedan chair was gently lifted, and the welcoming procession left the palace.

This wedding was so grand that it would be inappropriate to say that it was a lot of red makeup. The people on the street looked at the long wedding procession in amazement.

Nine thousand years old is really kind to the fifth princess!

This wedding is too grand! Compared with the grand ceremony of the emperor's conferment, it is even worse!

After a set of cumbersome red tapes passed, Shen Wanqing dragged herself exhausted into the wedding room.

She sat by the bed, all the maids went down, and the boy was toasting outside, so she was the only one left in the room.

Shen Wanqing hiccuped, feeling a little sleepy.

She lifted the red veil, got up and sat on the table beside her.

He took out a can of Wangzai milk by himself, and then ate the pastries on the table.

When the pastries were about to disappear, she heard light footsteps coming from outside the door.

Shen Wanqing licked the residue from the corner of his mouth, put down the pastry, and did not forget to dispose of Wangzai's milk afterwards.

Then, he got up and sat on the side of the bed, covering the red hijab.

The door was pushed open gently.

She obediently sat by the bed, lowering her head to listen to the boy's footsteps getting closer and closer to her.

The man stood in front of her, "Qingqing?"

The voice is magnetic and deep, with a gentle and peaceful tone.

She snorted softly, "Huh? Why are you dawdling, why don't you quickly lift your hijab!"

The jewelry on her head was so heavy that her neck was sore from the weight.

Nine thousand years old chuckled, and Qing Juan's wanton brows and eyes were full of smiles, "Okay."

A happy scale lifted her red gauze lightly, the haze was no longer in front of her eyes, and the delicate and beautiful facial features of the young man broke into her eyes clearly.

The other party was slender and thin, dressed in bright crimson clothes, evil and reckless, standing in front of her, extremely stunning.

The eyebrows are thick, the eyebrows are picturesque, clear and unrestrained, and the white face like jade is even more sinister and arrogant, but there is a trace of bewitching and bewitching.

The pupils are narrow and long, with deep-set tails and slightly raised eyes, and there is a little delicate cinnabar mole at the tail of the eyes like a butterfly tail.

When the eyes are slightly narrowed, the cinnabar mole also rises slightly, bewitching and seductive.

It looks like the charming little fairy in the picture book.

The man lowered his eyebrows with surprise, his crimson lips could not help but curl slightly, and a stunning yet gentle curve bloomed on his cheeks.