Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 73 Blackening the general, you can't stop pampering! (30)

On the day when Princess Zhen Guo married Mo Beichen, the god of war, the emperor pardoned the world.

In order to express his love for An Wan, the emperor waved his hand and reduced the taxes of the people for three years, which was considered a national celebration.

Ten miles of red makeup, like a long dragon-like send-off team, walked around the entire capital with drums and gongs.

An Wan sat in the sedan chair as motionless as a mountain...

The system silently glanced at her, and then at Mo Beichen who was sitting on the white horse outside the sedan chair.

Silently feel sorry for the hero for a second...

Soon, the sedan chair arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion.

After getting off the sedan chair, Mo Beichen got off his horse and went to kick the sedan chair door according to the order of the ceremonial mother.

In the end, when it came time for the bride to get off the sedan chair, the mother of ceremonies shouted three times, but An Wan in the sedan chair was still silent, without any reaction...

Mo Beichen: "..." An unknown premonition struck suddenly.

"It's time for the bride to get off the sedan chair." The etiquette nurse reminded again.

But the sedan chair was still quiet.

When everyone looked at each other, Mo Beichen moved.

Regardless of the obstruction of the mother of etiquette, he stepped forward and opened the car curtain.

Looking at the familiar figure sitting in the sedan chair, Mo Beichen heaved a sigh of relief.

He stepped forward to hold An Wan's slender hands on his knees, and softly called out, "Wan Wan?"

"..."

It was quiet in the sedan chair, but the bride was still sitting upright and motionless.

"..." Mo Beichen suddenly had a strange guess in his heart.

Just as he reached out his hand to lift the red hijab, he seemed to have remembered something, stepped forward and entered the sedan chair, and lowered the sedan chair curtain to completely block the sight of everyone outside.

In the narrow space of the sedan chair, Mo Beichen could clearly feel An Wan's breathing...

Slow and orderly, neither light nor heavy.

Mo Beichen's eyebrows twitched, even though he already had the answer in his heart, he still reached out and lifted the red hijab.

Sure enough, An Wan's eyes were closed tightly, her breathing was steady, and she was sleeping peacefully.

Mo Beichen: "..."

After the groom entered the sedan chair, there was no movement in the sedan chair for a long time.

Seeing that the auspicious time had come, the people waiting outside were already very anxious.

Just when everyone was hesitating whether to go forward to remind them, they saw that the car curtain was lifted, and the groom in red came out with the bride in the same wedding dress.

Seeing An Wan nestled in Mo Beichen's arms obediently and motionless, the old general and his wife who were waiting outside couldn't help looking at each other.

"Princess, this is...?"

Mo Beichen smiled: "It's okay, let's go to worship."

"……it is good."

Although I was curious about what happened to An Wan, but Mo Beichen didn't say anything, and today was a special day, so it was natural for everyone not to ask more questions.

The part of the bride crossing the fire plate was completed by Mo Beichen holding An Wan.

Even the first worship to the heaven and the earth, the second worship to the high hall, and the intercourse between husband and wife were performed by Mo Beichen with An Wan in his arms.

At the wedding scene, the emperor and imperial concubine sitting in the high hall, as well as the elders of the Mo family all looked at the newlyweds with worried faces.

It wasn't until the sound of "sent to the bridal chamber" sounded that the emperor and the others got up and chased after Mo Beichen in the direction where he was leaving with An Wan in his arms.

In the wedding room.

Seeing the scene where Mo Beichen put An Wan on Da Hongxi's bed, the expressions of the emperor and others changed drastically.

They entered the room eagerly, stood by the bed, looked at An Wan with worried faces, and asked, "What's wrong with Feng'er?"

"..." Hearing this, Mo Beichen paused when he covered An Wan with the quilt.

Seeing his unnatural demeanor, the expressions of the emperor and others changed drastically.

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　　Thank you [Lan Xuemu] [☆Addict] [Cutie without a Nickname] [Nan Wenhan] [Yun Qi Niao] [I'll just watch you pretending to be forceful] the six little angels for their support, Meme da (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
　　
　
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