MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 16 Finale (below) (9)

Go to the wisteria flower stand.

I don't know when, there was a small group standing there, the black dress was encrusted with red Nanzhu, and the slick eyes were bigger than the pearls.

It is solemnly and funnyly standing in the position of the master of ceremonies, holding a pair of rings high.

The simple and noble style of the ring, each with their own name - Zhao Wei, Fu Sha.

The name that was engraved on the earrings of the leaves was finally condensed into eternity in the place closest to each other.

Meng Fu shakes and laughs and holds the ingots. The only ones who have accompanied them through the difficult baby darlings are so serious and careful that they give their love to her.

The ring lies on her white palm, and the golden light.

They wear each other for each other, and the breath of each other is close to the ear. They feel that the fingers of the other party are as soft as the breath, the breath is so beautiful, the voice is densely intertwined, inextricably, and they are unwilling to break free.

I will abandon everything for your life, for your heart.

He held her hand, and a thousand words only turned into a silent gaze. Suddenly, she leaned on her forehead and kissed her gently.

For example, the spring rain has passed through the delicate petals of brocade, with a total of 120,000 points and a delight of 120,000 points.

An Yirun’s tears came down.

She has never seen such a wedding. All the rules and rituals of the royal family in the world are thrown away and cleaned here. For this reason, this is the best wedding in the world. It is really beautiful, beautiful, crystal clear and dreamlike. It is in line with all the world women can't touch. dream.

Before, after, no one can ever have this happiness.

She is so happy, she has never missed her own, but she is so lonely, she can never have her own. She raised her face with tears and saw the pair of people deeply join hands, let go of the light of the hole on the Ito arch, pink small The lights flicked around the kit and everyone's eyes could not help but follow.

The light floated high, the kit suddenly fell, and the wishes of the queen handwritten fell into the hands of all the confidants who accompanied her.

Zong Yue held the little dark red kit and did not open it for a long time.

An Yirun did not ask, it was the mind and secret of her emperor, she could not go to disturb.

But she thought, she knew what was written.

"May the flowers bloom all the time, the people grow up, and they will never know each other."

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The road to the return journey is still the same, just as Luoshui is always flowing.

Zong Yue closed his eyes and sat in the car, more silent than when he came.

Xuanyuan and his entourage spent half a month in the Promise, and then decided to refuse to stay again after the Promise of the Promise. An Yirun knows that this is the emperor who is afraid that his body will not reveal the flaws - the Queen is too smart and too enthusiastic.

Out of the city gate, the officials of the Ministry of Rites sent out a hundred miles to turn around, and Zong Yue immediately ordered An Yirun to help him wash away those rouge.

An Yirun hands-on, went to the stream to take a very clean stream, remove the rouge, watching the pale face of Qing Yi man appear a little under his finger, her fingers shaking.

Before Zong Yue opened her doubtful eyes, she turned her head in disguise and muttered: "This morning, the rouge is somewhat uncomfortable, and the courtier wants to go to the stream to wash."

Zong Yue was down, and she felt that his distant and cool eyes had once again passed the shadow behind her face.

She took the pot out and squatted down the stream, and the wood was facing the stream.

From the four sides, the smoke was shining, and there was a kind of turbulent shaking in the scenery of the stream. She suddenly remembered the bright and bright face of the Promise Queen, which made her feel familiar.

For a long time, she slowly drowned, cool water to wash the eyebrows, rouge, powder, mouth fat ... restore a plain face.

That face is bright and beautiful, the eyebrows are flying and flowing, and there are a few gaps between the eyebrows. It is just that open air, like a person.

After entering the palace, all kinds of things, such as the solitary sail far from the blue sky, gradually clear.

She snorted in a short time.

She looked back at the direction of the Central Palace, and finally, she shed tears.

END