He is not only the most deservingly beautiful man in the Qin Dynasty, but also the god of war who led 100,000 troops to sweep the troops from all sides at the beginning of the establishment of this dynasty!

Of course, such an excellent man who is rare in a century is also the target of aristocratic and civilian girls fighting to dream about!

However, when Qin Chonghua was adult, he personally painted a portrait of a woman in painting, and once said: In this life, he would only marry the person in the painting!

This incident caused a sensation and shattered the hearts of many young girls.

And now, Qin Chonghua is getting married!

The sun is in March, when the pear blossoms are flying, and the spring sun is slightly smoky.

On the day when the Eighth Prince got married, his eyes were full of red and he was overwhelmed with joy!

The capital is crowded, not only to see the people of the Eighth Prince's heroic figure, but also beauties from all walks of life waiting on the triumphal path of the Eighth Prince's welcome to the new year, regardless of their appearance, rushing to see the woman who got married. In the end,

Who is Fairy?

This is generally true for ordinary people. Winning or losing may not be very important, but you must know who you lost to. This mind is more paranoid than the narcissism of the world at that time. [

On both sides of the triumphal road, the crowds were crowded with each other. The city guards responsible for order were tilted by the crowd's helmets and their uniforms were messy, and they could not hurt the people. One of them looked at the passionate people and only smiled bitterly.

Just now, a sound of music sounded!

At the end of the road, red silk flew, and a team of knights came towards him, with the same expression, the same light armor, and the same steps, all coming together, with a solemn and awe-inspiring momentum!

As the luxurious groom came to his eyes, the crowd suddenly became silent, and the next moment the cry was shocking!

Qin Chonghua'an sat on the divine white horse, with an immortal look, revealing a deserted look. His indifferent eyes were like a dark pool.

The people were excited and screamed. For a moment, flowers were flying and rotating on the avenue. The spring breeze was like a beautiful woman's hand, gently caressing the earth.

The breeze lifted the curtain of the bride's sedan chair. Many people saw that there was no bride in the gorgeous eight-carrying sedan chair. Only a girl with a sketch of a sketch smiled slightly, and a pair of dimples on her lips seemed to be as sweet as honey.

Whispers spread like a plague!

The spring rain suddenly rises like cow's hair and silk thread. The smoke is hazy, and the petals are floating like sprinkles, just like rain.

No one saw that at the end of the Triumph Avenue, there was a girl with a beautiful face, with a icy skin and a beautiful face.

She stood in the middle of the road, staring at the wedding party slowly coming.

The fanatical people around her seemed to have anything to do with her. As the flowers were flying, the distance between the wedding team and her was gradually closer...

Red is the main color between heaven and earth.

And Qianyin quietly greeted the man immediately, waiting to come slowly.

The spring breeze pulled his bright red wedding robe, and his long ink hair quietly lay on his shoulders. He looked up to the sky, as if he was smiling, and the follower beside him handed a red paper umbrella the moment he withdrew his gaze.[

The next moment, he got off the horse under the gaze of everyone.

So everyone is confused.

But after surprise, the knights landed one after another, respectfully stationed on both sides of the road.

Everyone looked at the Eighth Prince, who was like a god, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walking to the end of the road with a warm smile.

He stretched out his hand and chuckled, "You're here."

Qianyin stretched out his hand and put it into his slender palm for the first time in hundreds of years. He felt the long-lost body temperature and the long-lost familiar palm again.

Everyone saw a slender hand like mutton fat jade falling into Chonghua's hand, and then a piece of long moon-colored sleeves. Under the drizzle, a figure full of light appeared.

This is a woman with a stunning appearance!

Everyone was shocked or sighed, afraid or afraid. While still guessing that this woman was a fairy or a monster, Chonghua and Qianyin had disappeared at the end of the prosperity!

Where the flowers fly, the mist and rain are hazy.

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