The cute flower girl fairy came over with a bouquet and handed it to Xia Qianchen.
There were people guarding both sides of the door, and the guests stood in long strips and congratulated them.
Some invited reporters knelt in front of her and Leng Tianchen and began to take photos.
The exposure light was very bright in front of Xia Qianchen's eyes, making her dizzy, and she wanted to step on the reporters' faces.
But elegance allows her to maintain a good standing posture and smile calmly...
Since the banquet had begun, she didn't want to destroy it and let Leng Tianchen lose face.
Be patient, this is only one day, just bear with it!
But next, there are etiquettes that make Xia Qianchen feel funny and incredible—
When she walked forward, she had to reach out and was kissed by all the men's guests.
Xia Qianchen has seen such a scene in some movies, and it is indeed a queen who will be treated. It represents the most supreme glory. Just imagine that all the high-ranking officials in the city must see Xia Qianchen when they see Xia Qianchen
, lowering her noble head proves her peak identity.
"Can you please don't want this step?" Xia Qianchen asked in a low voice. She felt so idiotic.
Leng Tianchen looked very ugly and replied sideways: "Which man looks at you more, I want to dig his eyes, let alone kiss your hand..."
Xia Qianchen: “…”
"I want to cancel this etiquette the most. I have made a fight, but this is a program."
Xia Qianchen had no choice but to take off his gloves.
Her hands work all year round. Although the back of her hands is delicate and smooth, there are many calluses in the palm of her hands.
And I scratched yesterday, and I still had a ok...
She thought she could avoid wearing gloves, but unfortunately, being kissed by someone wearing gloves was not in accordance with etiquette.
Xia Qianchen walked slowly forward, holding his hands in the air, accepting the kiss and congratulations of every man.
She was very tired of holding her hands and her body was also very tired of standing.
The damn high heels are at least 10 centimeters. If you stand for a long time, it will inevitably hurt.
There were thousands of people in the entire banquet hall, with men and women in half. Xia Qianchen thought, everyone kissed the back of her hand and gave a congratulations, at least one minute...
If this continues, it will waste a lot of time on etiquette.
However, for Xia Qianchen, these irrelevant or even cumbersome and heavy details are actually the focus and highlights of the wedding.
The reporters were excited to capture every scene, and their eyes were indeed respectful to her.
However, seeing her injured hand, I was a little confused. I adjusted the camera and captured a large close-up...
Xia Qianchen also felt that every man holding her hand and preparing to kiss would mostly be stunned for a few seconds, and then put on a polite smile...
In Xia Qianchen's opinion, it's just a word, fake.
hypocritical!
Life in the upper class is a brightly lit piece of clothing, and only you know whether you are comfortable or not.
Some people gave up their enjoyment for the sake of superficial honor and reputation...
She suddenly realized that Leng Tianchen and Nangong Shaodi had the same noble status, but chose a different life. Except for a group of bodyguards who followed in and out, Nangong Shaodi never had any grand show, and he never liked to be himself.
The servants who set up the territory can see that he is a completely free person.
With random thoughts, my hands were almost broken.
Suddenly, a generous big hand held her.
Xia Qianchen only felt an electric current from her hands to her heart. Her whole body was numb and trembling, and she smelled the extremely familiar smell of the other party.
The man leaned over and the cold kiss fell on the back of her hand.
Xia Qianchen's body was stiff, as if it was almost frozen.
She heard his low voice saying congratulations, and the lines were not similar to those of others, but when she read them from his mouth, it seemed to have thorns, piercing into her heart, making her heart bleeding.
"Nangong, I didn't expect you to come." Leng Tianchen said in a playful voice.
What else did Emperor Nangong say? Xia Qianchen can no longer hear it clearly. It was nothing more than those polite and distant words.
His expression was plain and as if nothing had happened, and even a faint sarcastic smile was on the corner of his mouth.
With his usual indifference and strength, he is such a dazzling star among so many guests.
Everyone recognized him as Nangong Shaodi.
The reporter was excited and hurriedly captured the scene of two men shaking hands...
Xia Qianchen's vision was confused. She tried hard to maintain it, wanting to be happy in front of him, but it turned out that he really didn't care at all...
His "indifferent" instantly pulled away Xia Qianchen's body pillar, her face turned pale and her body shook a little.
It was as if the center of gravity suddenly suddenly pulled away.
Her body fell backwards and exclaimed in the audience-
One hand grabbed her wrist in time, and her body leaned forward due to inertia and fell into that embrace.
The breath of Emperor Nangong coming from the scene.
Xia Qianchen's face hit his chest.
At that moment, all the strength that had been pretending to be strong fell apart.
Without knowing it, tears of grievance flowed out and could not stop it.
A small commotion caused in the banquet hall, Leng Tianchen quickly took Xia Qianchen over and said, "What's wrong?"
Xia Qianchen had a pale face, lowered her head, covered her forehead with her hands, blocking her eyes, trying to stop Nangong Shaodi and others from seeing her gaze.
How could she cry? Damn it?! Still on such an occasion!
She feels like...
"Are you too tired and uncomfortable?" Leng Tianchen looked dark, "If you can't hold on, tell me."
"Well, I feel very uncomfortable..." She leaned against Leng Tianchen's chest, whispering in a low voice.
Leng Tianchen felt distressed and announced loudly that he would skip this session.
Xia Qianchen was helped to the lounge chair in the banquet hall, and Leng Tianchen asked someone to bring juice to her.
Xia Qianchen kept hunching his head and did not dare to raise his face.
Leng Tianchen picked up her jaw and saw that her eyes were red and there were obvious tears on her face.
He froze and said at a loss: "Why are you crying?!"
"I'm very tired," she said, "it's very hard."
"It's my fault," Leng Tianchen finally decided to say, "I will complete the etiquette after that alone. I will explain to everyone that you have been in poor health recently and are too tired, and everyone will understand you."
Xia Qianchen nodded and smiled bitterly.
She doesn't need other people's understanding at all, and the understanding and care of strangers are not important to her.
If she had known that she would have fainted, she would have avoided these traditional Chinese etiquettes. She would have pretended to be dizzy early.