Not far from this bloodstain, one white and one black stand in front and behind.
The wind of late autumn blows in with the unbearable coldness of winter, making this corner of the palace even colder. Even if you wear more clothes, you will feel the biting coldness.
Darkness and cold washed away everything that had just happened here.
Huarong was dressed in white, smooth and traceless, which was in sharp contrast with the bloodstains behind him. Perhaps it was because of this shocking bloodstain that the soft and close feeling all over his body became as if nothing.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, slightly raising his head to look at the distant starry sky. The elegant profile on his side was glowing with a warm luster like jade, appearing in the gauze-like moonlight. He looked so leisurely and at ease, as if he was admiring the charming scenery.
night.
"Fifth Master, the Ghost Cult and the Empress can no longer hold back any longer. None of their people are alive." Mo Ying truthfully reported what had just happened.
Then he asked, "I have obtained the things. Fifth Master, what should I do with that woman Gu Pingting?"
"Well..." The sweet voice finally dispelled some of the terror of the night, but the content of the words was chilling, "No one will be left alive."
The gorgeous coat swayed gently in the cold wind. Suddenly, there seemed to be lingering starlight around him, with the falling silvery moonlight wrapping around his slender body.
Under the dark night, the moonlight left a stark and lonely figure, which was very different from his gentle face.
No matter how beautiful the moon is or how cold the weather is, he... is always that unfathomable and beautiful face that no one can see through.
…
the next day.
The distant sky slowly began to glow with white light, leaking the brilliance of dawn to the earth bit by bit.
Xiaoyaohou Mansion has already been busy, and everyone's faces are filled with joy.
Among them, Tang Xiao is even worse. He is dressed in a deep red brocade robe and has a better spirit. He stands with his hands behind his back in front of the plum grove in the spring garden, where most of the leaves have turned yellow.
He began to feel again -
Suddenly, he said to himself with runny nose and tears, "Xiao Jin finally got married! Half a year ago, in order to celebrate Xiao Jin coming down the mountain, Xidumen hung red lanterns for a month. Now Xiao Jin finally moved to the next
Stop, Xiaojin, if you have a spirit in heaven, tell me how long we will hang the red lanterns in the Marquis Mansion..."
A gust of wind blew, and pieces of golden leaves floated down. Occasionally, one or two leaves playfully fell into Tang Xiao's hair and into his palms, tickling... He couldn't help but look up.
The golden butterflies dancing all over the sky are stunningly beautiful and heartbreaking... A picture gradually emerges from the golden color. In the picture, it is the familiar and beautiful face that Tang Xiao misses endlessly. She has a playful smile and happiness.
joking.
A sound that seemed like she was mumbling in her sleep escaped her lips, and as the leaves suddenly flew up from her palms, they drifted into the wind without leaving any trace... Mei'er, have you come back to see Xiaojin and me?
At a quarter of the hour, Hua Rong, accompanied by King Yao Huayao and the eleventh prince Hua You, dressed in a python robe with red gold piping and embroidered patterns, rode on a sweaty horse with a big red flower on its head, with a face as handsome as jade.
With a smile that could melt hundreds of rivers, he led a huge wedding team, bathed in the morning sun, played and played along the way, and headed towards Xiaoyaohou Mansion in a very festive way.
Low-key is low-key, but the majesty and etiquette belonging to the Tian family are indispensable. The fiery procession extended from the street to the end of the street.
Hua Rong rarely appeared in Kyoto, not to mention that he spent more time in the military camp in the past few years. He originally wanted to have a low-key wedding, but it became bustling because of the countless people watching. Among them, there were too many women who put down their reserve and became one of the onlookers.
one.
In the hearts of boudoir girls, Hua Rong is a mysterious and dreamy existence. Countless people want to witness his grace. This time, riding a tall horse through the streets so carefully and conspicuously, it really allowed countless girls to get a glimpse of his fairy appearance from a distance.
illusion.
Under the bright sunshine, Hua Rong wore a bright red brocade robe with flowing charm. It had a narrow waist and a stand-up collar. The gold silk painted dragon on the belt and collar was lifelike. The broad sleeves of the robe were blown by the wind. An elegant atmosphere lingered around him, but it did not affect him at all.
A natural sense of elegance and elegance.
His deep phoenix eyes looked ahead, into a bewildering black abyss.
Hua Yao on the side was also a seductress, looking back at the girls who were looking at her with a devilish smile, which made everyone's face turn red.
He suddenly spoke jokingly: "Fifth brother, I don't know why I always have this feeling. Don't blame Old Seven for talking too much. Today, we will definitely not spend it peacefully like this."
"Brother Qi, what you said is right. With that woman Tang Jinse here, it can be calmed down? What's more, she is still the protagonist today." Hua You agreed very much, riding upright, showing incomparable arrogance,
Be happy to accept the attention from around you.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of Hua Rong's lips slightly, "Seventh brother, the names of you and Xiao Eleven are going to be changed. Maybe your fifth sister-in-law has prepared a big red envelope for you." Her jet-black hair was meticulously covered.
The golden crown of the coiling dragon was pressed down, and the remaining shawl fell apart. Two strands hung from the temples, hanging leisurely on the shoulders, intertwined with the two bright yellow ribbons hanging from the golden crown.
When speaking, the eyebrows that flew into the temples were a little softer and gentler than before. The originally dark and deep phoenix eyes under the eyebrows now clearly showed a warm and melting smile, and the beautiful thin lips were slightly raised.
The shallow arc of the charming eyeball.
The sunlight poured down on his body, coating his delicate facial features with a layer of golden light, making people unable to take their eyes away.
"My God, what a handsome man!"
"Wang Rong is really, really... so charming, my heart can't bear it!"
"Princess Jinse is so lucky to marry Prince Rong..."
Everywhere Huarong went, people were intoxicated. Voices of admiration, envy, or jealousy kept ringing out, and the waves were louder than the waves. At that moment, all the people watching were mesmerized by Huarong's peerless elegance.
Shocked.
And on the other side is Xiaoyaohou Mansion.
Tang Jinse was half asleep and half awake, being dressed up by the girls and ladies. When she looked at the bronze mirror in confusion, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
"Miss, you are so beautiful." Fang'er couldn't help but admire the wedding dress she arranged for Tang Jinse, "Prince Rong will definitely be fascinated by the lady!"
Tang Jinsepi smiled, "Yes, it's so beautiful..." Marrying that black-hearted bastard would give him an advantage!
Her eyes, which had always been so demonic in the past, looked even more seductive under the fine makeup. Her eyes inadvertently saw the rouge box on the dowry, and her thoughts suddenly came to a sudden, and a hint of cunning flashed through her eyes.
While people around him were not paying attention, Tang Jinse secretly hid a box of rouge under the wide sleeves of Ruhuo Wedding Dress...