Cross the prayer space

Chapter 771
The ninth day of the second lunar month will soon be here. On this day, with red makeup, An Ran rides a snow-white horse and wears a bright red wedding dress, and goes to the Liang Mansion to welcome her husband in person.

The mighty guard of honor behind her almost covered Fengdu. She hugged Liang Qingyu across her arms and gently placed him in the sedan chair, "Don't be afraid, the king is here."

Liang Qingyu raised her head, her already glamorous face became even more outstanding today, she raised the corners of her lips, "Qingyu believes in the lord."

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"Happy husband and wife."

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

"Hahaha, congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince!" Sitting high, the Supreme Emperor and Taishang Fengjun sat there.

The emperor and Feng Jun are on the side, such a scene, I am afraid that only Prince Fengyang married a husband, can see it.

Liang Qingyu sat in the room, touching the red dates and longan on the bed, feeling a little unreal, he never thought that he would have such a day.

He was married into the mansion in a beautiful manner, remembering what the master said, he smiled, "Master, you are wrong, the apprentice is luckier than you, and met the person who is willing to plan for me."

"The lord is here, let's drink the concentric wine." Mrs. Xi sang.

Surrounded by everyone, An Ran took a glass of wine and put it in his hand.

The two looked at each other, Liang Qingyu smiled shyly, and drank the wine in his hand at the same time.

"I wish the prince and husband will be united forever and have a precious son soon." Mrs. Xi saluted with a smile.

An Ran smiled slightly, "Take a look."

A servant brought a big red envelope and handed it to Mrs. Xi, who happily withdrew.

Several servants also closed the door and went out, An Ran held Liang Qingyu's hand, "My king will definitely come back tonight."

Liang Qingyu blushed again, "Lang Gong waits for the prince."

An Ran laughed, lowered her head and kissed Liang Qingyu's forehead, then touched his cheek, "Wait for me."

She turned and left, Liang Qingyu touched her cheek and smiled.

In the evening, An Ran managed to escape, and signaled the two servants to leave, she opened the door and went in, and saw Liang Qingyu leaning on the pillar beside the bed, seemed a little sleepy, dazed, very moving.

An Ran stepped forward to catch him who was about to slide, "It's my king who kept you waiting."

Only then did Liang Qingyu wake up, "My lord."

An Ran took off the hair crown on his head, "May I take a bath, Fulang?"

"it is good."

An Ran hugged him, "Then Wang Ben and Fu Lang are together."

Liang Qingyu curled the corner of her mouth quietly, this night, under the tent of Hong Luan, it was a spring night.

The red candle was burning until dawn, with messy clothes on the ground, a pair of white jade hands stretched out, then got up safely and carefully, and glanced at the sleeping man.

His hands were neatly placed on both sides, his sleeping face was peaceful, there was still a slight smile on his mouth, and his cheeks were flushed.

An Ran got up lightly, went to the closet, picked up her clothes and put them on.

There was movement on Youran's bed, and Liang Qingyu opened the curtain, "Why didn't my wife wake me up?" He said he was about to get up in a hurry, but his legs gave way and he fell forward.

An Ran caught him extremely quickly, with a somewhat apologetic face, "Yesterday was me, Meng Lang."

Liang Qingyu's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, even her earlobes and neck were completely red, "wife, wife master."

Hearing his shy cry, An Ran couldn't help smiling, stroked his long hair, "Come here."

The four servants came in one by one, and the leader was Ting Yu, "My lord, my lord, I have to get up."

An Ran nodded, "It's good to wait for Wang Jun to change clothes."

"Yes," Ting Yu came over with something in her arms, and carefully supported Liang Qingyu.

An Ran was taken care of by the other two, dressed properly, before An Ran came to Liang Qingyu, "If you need me, just call the maids next to me, one is Yuling and the other is Yulan. "

"Lang understands," Liang Qingyu smiled.

An Ran pinched his cheeks, "After breakfast, I will follow the king into the palace, meet the emperor mother and father, and then go to see the emperor sister and Feng Jun."

An Ran didn't care about the gazes from the side, and took his hand towards the dining room. Liang Qingyu looked at the table, which was full of his favorite food, and was moved in his heart for a moment, how lucky he was to meet his beloved.

After dinner, An Ran entered the palace with him, looked at the two generations of kings above him, Liang Qingyu was lying when she said that she was not nervous, but An Ran held his hand, calming his trembling heart .

"I have seen my mother, my father, my sister, and my brother-in-law."

"My husband has met the Supreme Emperor, the Supreme Emperor Fengjun, the Emperor, Fengjun."

The Supreme Emperor looked at the man in front of him. He was dressed in a husband's robe, with a beautiful face, a correct expression, and an elegant temperament. He remembered his previous background, but now he is the younger brother of the important minister of the goddess.

She shook her head helplessly, and glanced at her little daughter, this girl, really, "Get up, since she married into the royal family, she can be called the same as Ran'er in the future."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." An Ran's joyful voice sounded, and Liang Qingyu was pulled up immediately.

The queen gave her a helpless look, "Little cunning."

An Ran giggled, "Emperor Mother, I didn't lie to you. Is my lord the most beautiful?"

Li Qian smiled, "My sister's husband is really rare in appearance, so it's no wonder that you fell in love with him."

An Ran smiled even more when she heard the words, "That's natural, but the imperial sister made a vow since she was a child, if she wants to marry, she will marry the most beautiful man in Fengdu."

Taishang Fengjun was still extremely satisfied with her daughter's husband, and now she called Liang Qingyu over, took his hand, and told him some of An Ran's hobbies.

After this ceremony, those above her head were all satisfied, Liang Qingyu's identity was completely cleared, and from then on, Feiyu was completely in the past.

In the Fengyang Prince's Mansion, the sound of the piano rang softly, with a sweet and lingering meaning of love and sweetness in it, and An Ran was drawing with a brush on the side.

Soon a picture of a beautiful boy was freshly released, An Ran nodded in satisfaction, "Yulang, come and see."

There is a seven-day holiday for newlyweds, so An Ran and Liang Qingyu lived the lives of gods and couples in the past few days, playing the piano and poetry, playing chess and drawing.

Life was so pleasant, Liang Qingyu walked over from behind the qin, and saw the man in the painting dressed in Tsing Yi, with a smile on his face, and stroking the qin with his slender, white fingers, as beautiful as a poem.

"The wife master's paintings are beautiful," he replied softly.

An Ran dropped her pen and hugged him, "Yulang, you can ask me whatever you want."

Liang Qingyu shook her head subconsciously, "My wife, how can this be done."

An Ran raised his chin, "Others can't do it, but you can. It's okay for you to be afraid now, one day, this king will make you no longer worry."

The seven days were very short, Liang Qingyu was reluctant to let her dress for her, remembering what An Ran said a few days ago, he slightly pursed his lips, and took An Ran's hand.

An Ran turned around suspiciously, "But I'm reluctant, it's okay, my king will come back soon."

Liang Qingyu took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed, "My lord, Lang will miss you."

(End of this chapter)