Why is he so unlucky? Every time he encounters such difficult things, it is true that His Highness the Crown Prince disappears every time he gets married.
Mr. Cao has decided that as soon as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's wedding is over, he will resign to the Emperor and return to his hometown to retire. His old bones can no longer withstand the torment.
When he served Xuanyuan Bugui before, he was already played around with. If he serves Xuanyuan Yu and Xuanyuan Ze in the future, wouldn't he be played to death by these two little ancestors!
"Hey, here it comes!"
Xuanyuan Ze raised his head, and his dark golden eyes drifted towards the gate of Tianyuan's No. 1 Gambling Stone Shop.
Eunuch Cao followed Xuanyuan Ze's gaze and saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who he was looking for. He was holding the bride in his arms and walked out of the gate of Tianyuan's No. 1 Gambling Stone Shop with steady steps.
"Oh, Your Highness, you showed up and almost made me anxious to death!"
Eunuch Cao looked as if he had seen his ancestor, hunched over his waist, and hurriedly greeted him.
The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips slightly raised in a dazzling arc, and he concentrated on holding the bride in his arms.
At this moment, he couldn't see anyone except Ling Luo in his eyes.
Xuanyuan Yu hugged his bride, bypassed Eunuch Cao, leaned down, took the initiative to carry Ling Luo into Feng Luan's carriage, and closed the curtain of the sedan chair.
"Set off!"
Xuanyuan Yu got on his horse and walked in front of the bride's sedan chair, leading the welcoming team toward the palace of the Jialan Empire.
Ling Luo was sitting in the sedan chair, feeling very excited.
About a quarter of an hour later, the wedding team arrived at the entrance of the palace, and Ling Luo felt the sedan stop.
The next moment, Xuanyuan Yu opened the curtain of the sedan chair, stretched out his hand, and called softly: "Luo'er, we're here."
Ling Luo stretched out her hand and put it on Xuanyuan Yu's extremely warm big hand.
She originally thought he would hold her hand and enter the palace.
Unexpectedly, he actually pulled her with his long arm and took her directly into his arms. In a very doting manner, he directly picked her up in front of many courtiers.
"Yu?"
Ling Luo was slightly shocked.
"Don't be afraid." Xuanyuan Yu lowered his head, whispered in her ear, "I'll carry you in."
Under the red hijab, a touch of pink flashed across Ling Luo's fair cheeks.
She knew that he did it on purpose.
He did it deliberately for countless people to see.
From beginning to end, he never let her feet touch the ground.
Xuanyuan Yu's behavior undoubtedly attracted the attention of countless courtiers and guests.
Someone started whispering.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is truly doting on the Crown Princess."
"Yes, I have been in the palace for more than sixty years, and I have never seen any prince personally carry the bride into the Golden Palace when getting married."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this princess is really amazing."
"Yes, yes, you are really a charioteer."
…
Countless voices of discussion reached the ears of Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo.
"Look at you." Ling Luo couldn't help but complain softly, but her voice was full of happiness.
"What's wrong with me?" Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows, hummed softly, and said, "My husband likes it like this. He has his mouth on other people, and they can say whatever they like, and I can do whatever I like."