Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 157 The sickly proton turned black 65
It seems that Emperor Yan did not get any advantage from Wen Yao.

His eldest sister looks gentle and easy to talk to, but in fact she has a strong mind.

But Emperor Yan was right.

The marriage of an ordinary girl's daughter still has to be decided by her parents, let alone a princess.

And he is different from Wen Yao.

His mother and concubine were weak, and his brother was young... He could only rely on Emperor Yan from the beginning.

At least... you can't disobey Emperor Yan in person.

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"Princess, the word sinking fish and falling geese couldn't be more appropriate for you."

Bai Guo had previously thought that such docile words were just exaggerations.

But after seeing the girl's beauty, I realized that there really is such stunning beauty in the world.

"The eldest princess's country is beautiful and fragrant. She is truly an immortal descended from the earth."

The old woman standing hunched over also followed suit.

She was sent by Emperor Yan, nominally to assist the eldest princess in dressing up, but actually to monitor her——

To prevent Wen Yao from making any mistakes in the hairpin ceremony.

The rabbit demon raised his chin slightly.

I guess she was right.

She is truly a fairy.

The girl straightened her temples in front of the bronze mirror. She brushed her deep purple cotton dress close to her skin and outlined the slender curve of her neck.

Wen Yao asked the 1695 system in her mind: "Xiao Tong...hasn't No. 001 come back yet?"

If Xiao Tong were here, he would be praising her crazily at this moment...

"Not yet...Does the host not like No. 1695?"

The electronic sound of 1695 was tuned several times, making it look very weird.

In the past few years, it had watched with its own eyes how Jiang Ziyuan behaved in front of Wen Yao, and subconsciously imitated the boy's tone when speaking.

"Hello green tea..."

The rabbit demon scorned.

System: Why has the host never mentioned fragmented tea?

I understand, it’s really obvious whether you love someone or not.injured.jpg
"Princess, Your Majesty has sent someone to hurry you up."

Bai Zhi came in from the outer hall and whispered in the girl's ear.

Wen Yao took a sip of the rouge paper.

The pink lips were stained with crimson.

"Let's go."

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After Beili's apprenticeship banquet, the situation in Kyushu became increasingly chaotic and complicated.

The exchanges between countries are cautious, and there are few ceremonies that can bring together the envoys from all countries.

But it's not entirely impossible.

For example... Princess Changning's haircut ceremony.

When Wen Yao arrived, most of the guests were seated.

The protagonist of this wedding was the last to arrive, but as soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone present.

"My son is late, please punish me."

The girl's salute was graceful, and a thought came to everyone's mind: She is indeed the disciple of Tianji Pavilion Beili, very comparable to others.

"What about punishment? Today is your haircut ceremony. Naturally, I will put you first. Please sit down quickly."

Emperor Yan smiled kindly.

Wen Yao sat in the chief position under the dragon chair.

Under the auspices of Yan Guo's ritual officials, the complex hairpin ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner.

Go through the process step by step——

Finally, Emperor Yan personally delivered a speech. The current empress came forward with her crown and hairpin, and added a hairpin to the girl. This was considered a ceremony.

"I wish to marry the eldest princess of Yan, Wen Yao, and I hope that your majesty will make it happen."

Not long after the hairpin carved with a black phoenix was inserted into the girl's bun, Ximen Qiongcang stood up and bowed.

From the moment Wen Yao entered the palace, his eyes never left her.

In the past few years, he has had concubines and side concubines. Although he is not obsessed with Wen Yao, whom he only met once when he was a child, he often thinks of -

How beautiful will that face that appeared many times in his mind and on rice paper look like when he grows up?
(End of this chapter)