MTL - Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor-Chapter 135 wedding

The Yu Mansion was lit up early in the morning, and Yu Qingjia was dug out of the bed almost as soon as she closed her eyes, and the maids came in one after another, including Yu Qingjia's own maids and female officials from the palace. Yu Qingjia fell asleep with great difficulty, and was sleepy and had a headache after being woken up, but she also knew that today was an important day and she couldn't be willful, so she resisted her sleepiness, and let the girls give her a layer of sleep under the command of the female officer. Set of Zhai clothes.

Yu Qingjia's hair grew very well, black and shiny. While singing auspicious words, the female officer slowly coiled her long hair into a high bun. After her hair was coiled, she was no longer a young girl in the boudoir. Seeing this scene, Yu Wenjun couldn't control it anymore, and walked outside quickly. The morning in late autumn was very cold, Yu Wenjun took a deep breath of cold air, and couldn't help thinking, if Mrs. Yu were here, would she be happy to see her only daughter with her long hair rolled up and dressed as a woman?

Yu Wenjun couldn't help himself, but it didn't affect other people. The room was still full of people, including maidservants, court officials from the palace, and wives who came to give them off. After the female officer tied her hair, she inserted nine tins into Yu Qingjia's hair one by one, supplemented by golden and bright hairpin rings. Huachai and Zhai clothes are extremely complicated, and every detail is regulated. The pattern on the clothes, the color of the cuffs, and the jade pendants on the corners of the clothes are different according to the grade. The first grade is obviously the most gorgeous, and only the first-grade wives are eligible to wear nine tins on their heads.

The Northern Qi Dynasty followed the previous dynasty, reducing the five ranks of nobles, all the princes were crowned kings, and the rest of the clan were reduced to princes. Although the kings entrust the big counties, although they are all first-rank in grade, it is obvious that the fiefdom is the symbol of the strength and status of the kings. Langya is the hometown of poetry, calligraphy and etiquette. After the Southern Dynasties families traveled south, they missed this hometown. However, now, this land is all Murong Yan's private domain.

Yu Qingjia is the princess of Langya, and she is the highest-ranking first-class princess. Many of the wives present showed envious looks, and many of them devoted their whole lives to asking for a first-rank imperial order for their old mother. However, Yu Qingjia has only just started, and has already reached a height that most people can't even hope to achieve in their lifetime.

People are really mad at people.

Because I was afraid of staining my clothes, I changed my clothes after I tied my hair in a bun. Yu Qingjia put on her middle coat as soon as she got up, and there were already two layers of clothes inside and outside, but this was just the beginning for the dress. She changed into a long skirt with wide sleeves. There were many layers, and the layers were stacked when she wore it. The edges were embroidered with fine bird patterns. After putting on the long skirt, the maid tied a dark green knee cap around her waist, and pressed double pendants on both sides. Finally, the four maidservants worked together to put on the outermost layer of the jacket with wide sleeves, and the whole set of clothes was finished.

After the makeup was done, when everyone saw Yu Qingjia, many of them forgot to speak. The room was silent for a few breaths before someone exclaimed: "I have heard for a long time that Princess Langya's beauty is peerless, but now I see that she really lives up to her reputation as a poppies. She really is the only one in the world."

Someone half-jokingly said: "I heard that King Langya is also a famous handsome man. I don't know if King Langya and Princess Wang appear at the same time, will people be so shocked that they can't breathe."

"It's not certain." The other lady said with a smile, "Fortunately, King Langya has a heavy army in his hand, and he goes in and out with his retinue. Otherwise, if the princess and the county king show up together, I am afraid that half of the streets in Yejing will be blocked. .”

Everyone covered their sleeves and laughed, and Yu Qingjia also smiled. Since Murong Yan was in charge of the capital, he has been tough and suppressed with iron blood, and has almost wiped out the forces opposing him. Many officials have long since lost their initial curiosity, and they are far more afraid of Murong Yan than respectful of him. The courtiers were like this, and their female relatives did not dare to relax in the face of Yu Qingjia. Even if it was a joke, they had to go around in their hearts three times before they dared to say it.

In this environment, Yu Qingjia's boudoir was also harmonious. The girls accompanied them carefully, the sun gradually set in the west, and it was time for the wedding.

The sound of ceremony and music could be faintly heard from the street, and the female relatives were surprised, and stood up with smiles: "This is it."

The clever servant girl ran in after hearing the news, and announced the good news to everyone inside from a long distance away: "Liu Niangzi, His Highness King Langya is here."

Yu Qingjia waited for a day, and the anxiety and shyness she used to have had long since been tossed away by the endless etiquette, but when she heard the maid's words, her heart suddenly beat violently.

Yu Qingjia inexplicably felt that time and space were out of order, and a picture appeared in front of her eyes. A soldier in full body armor ran into the blue-gray courtyard, his footsteps sounded clanging, and he shouted, "His Royal Highness King Langya has arrived."

The maid was dressed in plain clothes, kneeling on the ground with a pale complexion. The iron armor faded to both sides like running water, and she kowtowed deeply to the person who slowly came out from the middle: "Your Highness, this subordinate deserves death."

"What about her?"

"Liu Niangzi... passed away."

The scene in front of her suddenly faded away, and Yu Qingjia felt her sleeve being pulled by someone. She came back to her senses suddenly, and saw Bai Lu standing beside her, smiling and winking at her quietly: "My lady, Your Highness is here!" , it’s time to go out to pay respects to the parents of the farewell family.”

Yu Qingjia's slender fingers tightly clenched her sleeves, she let go of her hands, responded softly, stood up and said, "Okay."

The maids immediately rushed up and surrounded her with round fans. With her feet on the ground, Yu Qingjia finally had a sense of reality.

She is currently at her wedding, and Murong Yan is waiting for her standing just across the wall. She did not die, she waited until Murong Yan.

Yu Qingjia took a deep breath calmly, suppressing all the anxiety and gloom in her heart. Although it only passed away in a flash, Yu Qingjia was still frightened by the suppressed emotions in it. Yu Qingjia felt terrified just by watching the violent emotion that was so intense and dark that it almost tore everything to shreds. She couldn't imagine how this kind of emotion would appear in a person's body.

The sound of ritual and music gradually became louder, and Yu Qingjia stepped over the threshold under the guidance of the maid. At this time, Yu Qingjia saw Bai Rong who was supporting her by her side, and suddenly remembered, wasn't the maid in black in the picture just now Bai Lu?

When she first chose the maidservant, Yu Qingya stepped in and snatched Bai Lu away with shamelessness. Afterwards, Bai Lu served by Yu Qingya's side, and she didn't have much contact with Yu Qingjia, so Yu Qingjia didn't recognize her all at once. The speculation in Yu Qingjia's heart became clearer and clearer. When she was far away in Guangling, she had a dream in which she died silently. Those scenes just now are probably the scene after his death.

Looking at the clothes, at that time Murong Yan also succeeded in raising troops. He rushed back to Yanzhou immediately after the coup, but only learned of her death. At this time, the voices in the ears suddenly became noisy. Yu Qingjia raised her head, and through the blurred fan, she saw a slender figure standing in front of her, watching her seriously.

Yu Qingjia's heart finally settled down. It's all right. It was just a dream. She is still alive and well, and the vixen came back to marry her as promised.

Knowing that Murong Yan couldn't see it, Yu Qingjia still smiled slightly at him.

Under the guidance of the maid, Yu Qingjia approached slowly. Murong Yan had been watching her quietly. When she walked in front of her, he suddenly stretched out his hand and held Yu Qingjia's finger under the sleeve. Murong Yan's strength was frighteningly strong, even though he soon realized this, he still held her tightly, as if Yu Qingjia would disappear if he let go of his hand a little bit.

Murong Yan's hand was always so cold, Yu Qingjia felt the coolness on the back of his hand, moved his fingers lightly, and gently hooked his hand. Murong Yan felt her movements, and the strength in her hands became heavier.

The maid was taken aback and hurried to see the female officer. Originally, at this moment, the two newcomers should stand on both sides of the room, pay respects to each other, and then bid farewell to their parents together. However, Murong Yan held Yu Qingjia's hand as soon as he came up, and he didn't have the consciousness of letting go at all along the way, ignoring the etiquette system and half of the etiquette officials. The etiquette officials had a headache, but they didn't dare to say anything to Murong Yan. They could only pretend not to see it, and let Murong Yan lead Yu Qingjia and walked towards Gaotang.

Yu Ermao and Yu Wenjun were sitting high in the hall. Seeing this scene, Yu Wenjun's eyes were sore uncontrollably. Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan bid farewell to Yu Ermao side by side, then walked in front of Yu Wenjun, and bowed deeply to Yu Wenjun and the tablet of Yu's beside him.

Yu Wenjun almost burst into tears, he said some words of encouragement, and watched the couple leave. From then on, Yu Qingjia's most important identity was no longer the sixth daughter of the Yu family in Yanzhou, but Princess Langya.

Surrounded by the maids, Yu Qingjia boarded the wedding car. Although she had already walked out of Yu's house, the wedding was only halfway through. However, Murong Yan's parents and brothers both died, and the emperor with the highest status had to recuperate because of Murong Yan's torment. Although the etiquette of the palace is cumbersome, it is not troublesome. This outfit was extremely heavy, and when Yu Qingjia finally sat down on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Through the round fan, Yu Qingjia could only see figures of people. At this moment, the Qing Hut was full of people, all waiting to see the bride's true face. Yu Qingjia was unknowingly a little nervous. Arguably the most labor-intensive thing to do in the bridal chamber, and the maids around Yu Qingjia worked hard again, and they had already agreed to make things difficult for the groom, so as to frustrate the man's momentum.

However, during this time, Murong Yan's deeds have already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, tonight he was wearing a suit of crimson, the bright color more and more complemented his jade-like complexion and outstanding temperament. He was so good-looking, and his murderous aura didn't diminish in the slightest when he stood there. He just walked over, and the legs of the maidservants who had sworn just now went limp. Not to mention making things difficult, they didn't even dare to raise their eyes, and let them go quietly.

Murong Yan walked over almost unimpeded, and the last pass was Bai Rong. Seeing that Murong Yan didn't dare to speak, Bai Rong retreated obediently. Yu Qingjia hid behind the round fan and glared at Bai Rong angrily. Her eyes hadn't returned to their original positions yet, when a sudden light flashed in front of her eyes, Yu Qingjia slowly turned her eyes back, and saw Murong Yan holding a large fan of red poppies in his hand, staring fixedly at her.

Yu Qingjia put on the grandest makeup today, her face is as white as porcelain, her skin is delicate, her lips are red and delicate, her eyes follow her own lines, outlining a very beautiful eye shape, and the center of her brows is painted with five-petal flower tinsel with cinnabar . She was originally fair-skinned, but after putting on makeup, the two colors of red and black collided on her face, making her clean and beautiful. The eyes of the two met, and neither of them spoke, but the people watching the ceremony on both sides had already let out exclamations one after another.

"Princess Langya is really beautiful, if I see you today, it will be worth my immediate death."

"The king and concubine are both first-class good-looking, a couple of gods and gods, and they are envious of others."

Yu Qingjia came to her senses, and realized that she had been looking at Murong Yan for so long in public, so she quickly averted her gaze. The maid waiting at the side brought over the wine, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan sat opposite each other, she picked up the wine, couldn't help raising her head, and glanced quietly at the person opposite.

Murong Yan sat upright, his shoulders were straight, his back was straight, his waist was slender and his legs were long, this kind of skeleton would look good in anything, and after changing into a complicated dress, he didn't look bloated at all, instead it brought out his aristocratic sense. Murong Yan's face was extremely fair, he hardly looked like a real person under the lamp, he rested his fingers on the bronze wine glass, gently rubbing the carvings on the glass with his fingertips. Sensing Yu Qingjia's gaze, he turned his eyes and looked at her reassuringly.

The whole palace was very lively inside and outside, the sound of voices and drums overwhelmed the movement of the outside world, and everyone in the room surrounded the two sides happily, watching the last ceremony of the wedding. The ceremonial officer cleared his throat and was about to sing the promise, when the sound of fighting suddenly came from outside the house, a guard rushed to the auditorium regardless of the many female relatives: "Your Highness, the palace has been attacked!"