Under the bewitchment of Murong Feixue, Ran Qingcheng issued a marriage edict, regardless of the objections of Queen Mother Liu Shishi, and married King Lian on the ninth day of October, one month later, to marry Princess Yang Xiyan of Qiuchi.【】
On the auspicious day of September 15th, a wedding banquet for the two of them was held in the imperial palace. Naturally, the Queen Mother, Queen Mother, Queen Mother and relatives of the two palaces attended the banquet in their best attires. Naturally, Queen Mother Liu was displeased with the gloomy look on her face, and had to attend due to the national constitution.
Queen Murong Dailin was not in a good mood either. A trace of uneasiness flashed through her eyes, and she looked at King Lian in the distance from time to time as the waves of light circulated.
Ever since she had an affair with King Lian, she had experienced a man's tenderness and had unconsciously fallen in love with his tenderness. She had fallen in love with this pervert, and his tenderness was something that her cold husband had never given her.
Ever since she knew that Princess Qiuchi had been accused of being betrayed by King Lian Ran Qingze, she was inexplicably distracted and couldn't help but want to see him. However, he had not come to the palace for several days, nor had he looked for her again. She was really afraid.
The soft words and gentleness she had no longer existed. She was afraid of loneliness. She was afraid of the feeling of being alone in an empty room in a lonely night.
Everyone sat down, Ran Bixuan sat next to Queen Mother Liu, and Murong Feixue, who was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, greeted her secretly with a sweet smile.
Ran Qingcheng glanced at Feixue and saw the smile on Feixue's face. He saw that the two of them had a good relationship. In fact, he didn't want his beloved to get too close to her sister. After all, Bixuan's identity would make him sad.
uncomfortable.
The father-in-law shouted at the door of the main hall: "Princess Qiuchi has arrived!"
Everyone looked towards the door. The group of people were all dressed in ancient Qiang costumes. Qiu Chi State originated from the ancient Qiang people, and their branch was called Yang Qiang. It is said that Emperor Yan came from the ancient Qiang people, and they believed in the god of nature.
Vulcan.
The clothing of the ancient Qiang people is not like the clothing of the modern Qiang people. Due to the Sinicization, their clothing is very similar to the robes of the Han people. During festive times, they will wear bright red, which symbolizes the color of flames.
The man wears a red robe, a belt around his waist, and a cloth on his head. The woman wears a long red skirt, long hair shawl, and a vermilion coral flower crown on her head, with a red coral bead curtain hanging from it.
Princess Qiu Chi was dressed in fiery red. When she went up, she looked completely different from the quiet and gentle person in the Royal View Pavilion that day. Although she was not the stunning beauty that would captivate the country, she was still beautiful and dazzling.
With a confident smile on her face, that fiery red color, passionate and unrestrained, Feixue didn't expect that this Princess Qiuchi would have such a changeable side.
Yang Xiyan and her envoys knelt down and worshiped: "Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live!"
"Princess, please rise. Now that the two countries have signed a marriage contract, Ran Wei and Qiu Chi will be a family from now on. You are welcome. Princess, please sit next to your fifth brother!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
Princess Qiu Chi walked towards Ran Qingze gracefully. The two had already been married, and now Yang Xiyan was already Ran Qingze's quasi-princess. Prince Lian Ran Qingze's eyes were blurred. He held out Princess Qiu Chi's hand unceremoniously.
With a gentle pull of his hand, the princess half-collapsed into his arms with a shy look on her face.
King Lian is well-known as a pervert, and his actions not only made Emperor Ran Qingcheng frown slightly. This younger brother is as ruthless as him in terms of scheming and scheming, but this lustful habit cannot be changed. Once he saw it,
If a beautiful woman has no soul, she is destined to be unable to do anything great and will die in a woman's bed sooner or later.
Lian Wang Ran Qingze caught a glimpse of the emperor's slightly frowning eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.
Murong Feixue gently tugged on Ran Qingcheng's sleeve: "Your Majesty, it's time for the banquet to begin!"
"Okay! The banquet begins!" In fact, banquets in ancient times were all similar, not singing, dancing, drinking and the like.
Murong Dailin was really not in a good mood. She drank one glass after another, her eyes lingering on the faces of Lian Wang Ran Qingze and Lian Wangfei Yang Xiyan who were sitting in his arms. She saw that the two of them were very affectionate.
Her eyes flashed with jealousy. Once upon a time, that man had been so gentle to her.
She really wanted to drag that woman out of his arms and slap her hard twice. But now she didn't dare to go to him blatantly, so why would she hit that woman? They were just a casual couple.
, after all, her current identity is Queen Ran Wei of Mu Yi Tianxia.
Murong Feixue sat next to Ran Qingcheng. The two whispered to each other affectionately, without concealing their love. Feixue was enjoying the singing and dancing while paying attention to the expressions of everyone in the hall. She found that Murong Dailin today was different from before.
Although she tried her best to hide it, it was not difficult to find that she seemed to be hostile to Prince Lian and his wife.
With the stiff smile on her face and drinking one cup after another, could it be that she saw other people's kindness and became jealous? It's true that nature is easy to change and hard to change. She couldn't help but shake her head.
The banquet was finally over. Murong Feixue had just wanted to go back to Ronghua Palace, but she didn't expect that Ran Qingcheng suddenly came to Yaxing and wanted to walk with her on a moonlit night. Today's moon is particularly round and very bright, which is indeed very artistic.
The moonlight poured down from the sky like water, and the two of them walked to the lake. The moonlight shone on the sparkling water, and the silent shadows were like a picture of the moon reflecting on the water. But it was already autumn, and they couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Sneeze!" Murong Feixue couldn't help but sneeze.
Ran Qingcheng took him into her arms and touched his cold hands to warm her. "You go to my palace and bring me my dark gold nine-dragon cloak to keep Concubine Shu warm!"
Feixue said quickly: "Your Majesty, this place is not very far from my Ronghua Palace, so why bother seeking the far side? Xiangzhi, just go and get my cloak with Qingyu."
"Yes! I obey, my slave!"
Ke'er, Ye Rufeng and others hid in the distance to protect their safety. Ran Qingcheng took Feixue's hand and found a clean place to sit down. The moonlight was pouring, and Ran Qingcheng reflected the moonlight.
, with a beautiful woman in her arms, with Li Yan as charming as a hibiscus.
The Feixue bird snuggled snugly in his arms. Seeing that he seemed to have something on his mind, he asked softly: "Your Majesty, it seems that you have something on your mind? You might as well talk to me, maybe I will help your majesty share your worries."
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The situation has been turbulent recently. Without Hu Xia to contain the Jin State, the Jin State has begun to covet Ran Wei. War is inevitable. He is not afraid of conquests and killings, but he is greedy for Feixue's tenderness.
"Feixue, why worry about the affairs of the world? Wouldn't it be nice to enjoy the tranquility in front of you?" Feixue never thought that such a ruthless person as Ran Qingcheng would be determined to share the tranquility under the moonlight with her, so maybe he agreed.
As for the words "Heroes of Gentle Village", the more he is obsessed with his own gentleness, wouldn't it be more beneficial to his plan?
I couldn't help hugging him tighter, and started to seduce again: "Your Majesty's arms are so warm. Just leaning into His Majesty's warm arms and feeling each other's tenderness made me believe that your Majesty belongs to me alone at this time."
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Faced with Feixue's tenderness, Ran Qingcheng completely lost his venomous aura and seemed to be a completely different person in front of her. "Don't worry, I promise you that I will only pamper you in this life."
"Your Majesty!" Murong Feixue leaned in Ran Qingcheng's arms, as if gentle and sweet, and glanced at the sky, the full moon in the sky, what was her husband doing at this time?