Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 77 Blood wounds in the concubine ceremony (1)
"Your Majesty..." Looking at the young man who arrived early, Yu Huang looked back and smiled at Bai Daisheng.

He stepped forward to support the woman's body and praised: "Today's Huang'er is so beautiful and moving."

With a low eyebrow and a smile: "The emperor praises you."

Holding the woman's palm, I realized today that the palms of both of them are so cold.

"Huang'er's palms are so cold too." Perhaps because of the exaggerated atmosphere, she said this caring word with ninety percent sincerity.

Looking down at the hands they were holding, the fascination that had vanished came to the brows again: "Hmm... Chen Qie is born with a cold body."

"Your Majesty, the time has come, and all the officials are still waiting at the sacrificial altar." Eunuch Liu couldn't help interrupting Xuanji between the two.

Looking at the sky, it was already gray.

"Let's go." Holding Yuhuang's hand, Puyang Yuren said to the palace man beside him.

"Set up the sacrificial altar." Eunuch Liu's sharp but still loud voice sounded, and the same sharp voice echoed throughout the palace.

The distance from the Wu Palace to the sacrificial altar is very long, but the ancestral system stipulates that the emperor and concubine must go there on foot, which has the meaning of sharing honor and disgrace.The long palace road is covered with a red carpet, and it has been winding away. No one knows how long it is.

From darkness to dawn.

"Tired?" Although Yuhuang has deep internal strength, it is still tiring to walk for so long wearing dozens of catties of clothes on her body.

Shaking his head, the pearls on his forehead rippling back and forth, "I'm not tired." As he spoke, mist floated out of his mouth.

"Would you like to be a luanjia?" She still asked a little uncertainly.

"I want to take a walk with Yuren." Even if the road is long, she still wants to take a walk.In the past, she was the one who watched her go, but now they are finally walking together, how can she be a luanjia?
Puyang Yuren didn't have any objection to Yuhuang calling her by her first name. A wedding is what all women look forward to.

The frost was heavy, and the two who were equally cold walked together, but were gradually warmed by each other.

The palace road was covered with snow on both sides, and there was a cold light shining.

When the sun broke out at dawn, the two walked towards the sacrificial altar at the same time. Looking at the civil and military officials in two-color court uniforms, the corners of Yu Huang's mouth were deeply curved. official pilgrimage.

The sun shines on the top of the palace covered in silver, shining golden.

The inspector of ceremonies watched the arrival of the two men, and rang the gong tied with red silk.

"Long live my emperor! Long live my empress!" The voice was really deafening.

Su Qingyi, who was dressed in a blue court dress, looked at the man in the wedding dress on the high platform, and a small seed dropped from his warm eyes with sadness, which took root and sprouted, breeding wildly, and the elegant smile on the corner of his mouth was also infected.He didn't kneel down for a long time, but was pulled down by his father at the side, and he staggered and fell to his knees.Looking at his father, he smiled bleakly.as you wish……

In the entire square, there is only one person standing between the sky and the earth.

With his hands behind his back, he looked mistyly at the young man in red. It must be very cold to be so thin.

Puyang Yuren looked at the figure of Zhilan Yushu, something seemed to be blocked in his throat, and the sound was delayed for a long time.I haven't seen him for many days, but he is still so magnificent.

"Your Majesty..." Yu Huang followed the young man's gaze and tugged at the man's sleeve.

He turned his head and smiled apologetically at the woman: "You are all flat." His eyes passed over the man in red and landed on the densely packed officials.

"Your Majesty, this is the inscription of offering sacrifices to heaven." The ritual officer of the Ritual Supervisor handed a large pile of paper to the young man.

After receiving it, he took the girl's hand and walked towards the cauldron: "Throw it in."

Seeing the inscription burning in the raging fire, Puyang Yuren frowned.

All that is left is to go to the most prestigious temple in the capital to obtain a husband and wife visa.

Sitting on the Luanjia, Puyang Yuren looked at the several kings walking in front of them, all of them were young talents, and they should have just finished the handover.What a headache, doesn't it make it difficult for her?In this way, the one who really holds the power may still be the old Feng Wang.However, it seems that the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

"Your Majesty, you must be hungry, right?" Because of Shaman's cover, others may not be able to clearly see the scene inside.

Touching Kong Kong's stomach, "Hmm..."

Opening the drawer, "Here are some cakes, let's use them for now." Yu Huang looked at the neatly arranged lotus cakes and said.

Looking at the lotus cake in the jade white fingers, Fu took it and put it in her mouth, the familiar taste hit her taste buds.Warm in my heart, Puyang Fenghua...

Regarding the young man's expression, Yu Huang was curious and then cloudy.

Lifting the curtain, looking at Puyang Fenghua sitting on the tall horse, Uncle Huang...

A group of people arrived at the 'Fangyuan Temple' on the outskirts of the capital.

The abbot in cassock led the disciples in the temple to wait outside the mountain gate. When they saw the people who got on and off the Luanjia, they paid homage with Buddhist rituals.

"The poor monk Huiyuan has seen the emperor and the concubine Yu."

Looking at the benevolent old man in front of him, Puyang Yuren was flustered that he didn't come.

"Master, please get up." Looking at Huiyuan's black pupils, like a vast and boundless sea, it seems that they can see through the deepest secrets in her heart.In front of these eyes, the original shape is fully revealed.Some hurriedly looked away, looked at the winding mountain road behind the monk, frowned, and looked sideways at the woman.Sighing, he turned around and picked up Yuhuang who was dressed in formal attire.It caused the woman to exclaim.

The ministers and the vassal kings from all over the world were also dumbfounded. They did not expect the emperor to act so openly and boldly in the land of Buddhism.

Some people were curious, while others scoffed, the calculations in their hearts were clanging.

Hooking the young man's neck, Yu Huang leaned on the young man's chest: "Your Majesty, let's put down the concubine." In the public, this is bound to be bad for the young man's reputation.

It may be that she has disguised herself as a man for too long, and she has also acquired some masculinity.The princess hugged the woman and said, "Be obedient and don't move."

From then on, it was said that Puyang Yuren regarded Concubine Yu as a treasure.Just because the girl was too tired, the emperor carried her into the temple in the Buddhist forbidden area.

With her back to the young man, looking at Puyang Fenghua who was walking in front of all the officials, Yu Huang smiled charmingly, looked at the man with a victorious posture, and lightly parted her vermilion lips, but did not make any sound.

(End of this chapter)