Oh? I see. Qiao Yisheng is waiting for his next post.

"Now..." Lu Chuang drawled in a serious tone.

Now, instead of giving it to her as a birthday gift? Qiao Yisheng silently continued in her heart and answered for him.

Lu Chuang was caught off guard and changed the subject and asked: "Qiao Quanquan, are you ready?"

Ah? What are you prepared for? As the question arose, Qiao Yisheng discovered that the vegetation on both sides of the winding road became low, no longer a tall forest, and the field of vision gradually broadened.

What caught her eyes was a European medieval-style castle, hidden among lush green trees, solemn and quiet.

It makes people feel more and more like they are in a fairyland, or have strayed into a dreamy fairy tale world.

The two big white horses seemed to be more majestic than before.

Not long after, they led the carriage through the neatly manicured green lawn and stopped in the open space in front of the fountain.

Ten uniformed male and female helpers were neatly arranged in two rows, waiting at the beautiful retro gate.

Lu Chuang jumped out of the carriage first, bowed slightly, extended his gentleman's hand to Qiao Yisheng, who was still on the carriage, and looked at her with dark eyes: "Welcome home, princess."

A smile filled Qiao Yisheng's brows and eyes. With curiosity and expectation, she put her hand on his palm.

The warmth of the iron immediately wrapped around her fingers.

Qiao Yisheng folded her fingers, held him back, and stepped firmly on the ground.

Lu Chuang took her and went inside together.

Qiao Yisheng was ready to visit the castle in detail, but after entering the elegant and luxurious hall, she didn't take a closer look, and Lu Chuang asked her to follow the maid first.

"We'll meet up later, Qiao Quanquan, don't miss me too much." Lu Chuang smiled slyly and led the male servants in the opposite direction.

Qiao Yisheng, a monk like Zhang Er, was surrounded by maids, entered a room, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Three or five makeup artists and stylists quickly started their work around Qiao Yisheng.

Qiao Yisheng couldn't understand what Lu Chuang was playing again.

Isn't it her birthday today? Isn't it time to bring her to the island to open birthday gifts? With such a big battle now, the princess cannot enter the castle and look like a princess, right?

When her makeup was almost done and the stylist opened the curtain on the side and introduced the clothes to change into, Qiao Yisheng's questions were basically answered, and she was stunned on the spot.

Wedding dress...

Moreover, it was the wedding dress she tried on in Linzhou before...

For a long time, Qiao Yisheng gathered her thoughts in a trance. She was standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Compared with her last fitting, the wedding dress had some modifications.

Exquisite embroidery and jacquard add details to the shoulders and waist. The veil is buckled in her coiled hair, and the floor-length skirt shows the delicate luster of the soft texture of white gauze.

Qiao Yisheng knew very well that she exuded touching beauty, but something seemed to be burning in her heart.

The room opens its other door from the other side.

Qiao Yisheng saw a man standing with his back under the Baroque-style porch, with straight and broad shoulders and strong and tight legs.

Hearing the movement, Lu Chuang turned around.

The slim cut of the pure white tuxedo suit made his figure more upright and handsome.

The dappled sunlight leaked from the gaps in the green leaves and poured down on his shoulders. He put one hand in his pocket and looked at her against the light with his usual unruly look.

The moment their eyes met, Qiao Yisheng's eyes heated up slightly: "How could you surprise me like this?"

"No?" Lu Chuang walked up to her, her face swaying in the light reflected deep in his pupils.

Qiao Yisheng complained softly: "I have been kept in the dark about my own wedding. I didn't know about it until the last moment, and I didn't feel any sense of participation at all."

"You are the bride, who can be more involved than you?" The light in Lu Chuang's eyes was warmer than the warm spring sunshine at this moment.

He raised his hand, leaving hot fingers on her forehead, and gently brushed her veil: "The wedding should have been prepared by me for you. Your only task is to enjoy the joy and happiness of being a bride."

Therefore, the wedding was actually something he had been secretly thinking about some time ago, and it was the real birthday gift he gave her.

Qiao Yisheng completely understood. He had thousands of words in his heart and swallowed them in his throat.

The breeze blew a few strands of hair from Lu Chuang's forehead, and he held her hand.

Qiao Yisheng was wearing gloves, and through the silk fabric, the touch of his palms was not clearer than usual, but the heat from his body was still continuously transmitted through his fingers.

Her fingers touched his tiger's mouth, climbed up his distinct joints, inserted his thick fingers one by one, and gradually tightened them.

Lu Chuang's eyes wandered over her appearance in the wedding dress at this moment, and the slanted corners of her lips showed his beautiful mood.

Putting her arm on his, with their fingers still intertwined, Lu Chuang led Qiao Yisheng through the green and fresh corridor with climbing vines.

At the end of the corridor, you can see a sea of ​​lavender flowers.

Unlike the common purple, the lavender here is blue.

Because of its romantic characteristics and beautiful meaning, lavender is often used in wedding ceremonies. But Qiao Yisheng is not sure if there is anything special about blue lavender.

Lu Chuang took the initiative to interpret it for her: "Blue means heart to heart, Qiao Quanquan remembered it."

Qiao Yisheng asked: "So what if I don't remember?"

Lu Chuang squinted: "Your expression is that you think I can't do anything to you?"

Qiao Yisheng: "Isn't my 'thinking' a fact?"

"..."

She also admired herself and Lu Chuang for being able to have a meaningless conversation while walking under such circumstances.

Along the carpet paved with flower petals, they walked through flower gates.

In the air is the fragrance of sun-dried grass combined with the fragrance of lavender flowers, lingering in the melodious and joyful symphony.

When I crossed the last flower gate, "bang bang bang", colorful ribbons and fireworks shot into the air.

With the ceremony site full of flowers, balloons, and the orchestra responsible for the live performance, Qiao Yisheng's eyes jumped into the eyes, and there were also familiar faces.

Du Wanqing, Dai Feiyu, Ou Ou, Li Qianqian, mia, Mo Lifeng, Aling, Dapao.

There were not many guests.

Not compared to others, but compared to the size of their engagement, it can be said to be very small.

But, all of them are her relatives and friends.

Dressed up with the most sincere smile and the most sincere blessings, she attended the ceremony to witness her and Lu Chuang's ceremony.

It completely fit the wedding Qiao Yisheng had imagined.

Whether Lu Chuang guessed her thoughts, or Lu Chuang happened to coincide with her, it once again verified the tacit understanding between her and Lu Chuang.

Qiao Yisheng's chest swelled again, with some kind of warm emotion flowing through it.

The breeze sent Lu Chuang's low-pitched inquiry into her eardrums: "Are you satisfied? Do you like it?"

Qiao Yisheng turned her head and met his confident eyes.
Chapter completed!