Chapter 223 The strongest prince and concubine 83

  Everyone didn't know why Su Yan was so determined. According to her decisive character on the battlefield, she shouldn't be a woman who would believe in men's vows without thinking.

  But, she just believed——

  Yan Fengmian laughed low, and every moment he got along with Su Yan made him extremely happy.

  He reached out to hold Su Yan's, and got on the same horse as her.

  The red sedan chair was empty, and the bride did not take the usual path, riding with the groom.

  Xu's and Su Zhe looked at each other in the back, and smiled helplessly at each other.

  As long as her daughter is happy, at least for now, Yan Fengmian likes her.

  ……

  This wedding was unprecedentedly grand, with ten miles of red makeup, and Emperor Ren Jing personally presided over the wedding for them.

  The candlelight flickered, and the garnet red bead curtain was reflected with the feeling of flashing light. A piece of red silk is visible in the eye.

   "Oh... the princess can't do it, what about your red hijab?"

   Xi Po brought the maids in, and she saw Su Yan lazily leaning on Xi bed and yawning, the Phoenix Crown had been taken off by her a long time ago.

  A blue silk head is waist-length, and under the candlelight, it exudes a soft light like silk and satin.

  The small face is beautiful and delicate, and the beauty is unreal.

"Um?"

  Su Yan raised her eyebrows, smiling but not smiling, "What did you say?"

  "This...the princess...this doesn't make sense!"

  How can the bridegroom take off the hijab and phoenix crown before the official bridegroom arrives?

   "Oh, then tell me, what is reason?"

  Su Yan propped her chin and looked at Xipo curiously.

  In those gleaming eyes, there are full of narrowness and playfulness, and Xi Po is at a loss.

  "It stands to reason that this hijab is, is, to be picked by the groom..." she bit her scalp and said.

   "Huh, is that so?"

  Su Yan raised her eyebrows and smiled when she saw a group of people who were scared enough by her, "All right."

  She picked up the red hijab on the side and quietly covered her head. At the same time, she also hid the colorful little face.

  Hipo: "……"

  She was almost scared to death by the general, but the other party was so behaved?

  ……

   "The emperor, the emperor! The courtiers, the courtiers respect you again!"

  Yan Nanchao dragged Yan Fengmian, his eyes were blurred, and the words were infinitely drunk.

   Yan Fengmian sat quietly, the red palace lanterns glowing dimly from the willow shoots on the moon.

  He bends his lips, "Seventh brother, you are drunk."

   "No, no!" Yan Nanchao waved his hand, "I'm not drunk! The emperor is overjoyed today, and the ministers and the ministers are happy!"

  Yan Mingxi glanced at Yan Nanchao and frowned.

Happy?

  In private, these two have been fighting endlessly. Yan Mingxi does not believe that his abnormality is because of happiness.

   "The seventh brother is happy, and the emperor is happy too."

   Yan Fengmian took the wine bottle in his hand, raised his head and drank it.

  His slender fingers crossed the rim of the cup, and slowly buckled the wine cup.

Chuckled, "But, the good night is too short, so the emperor won’t be with him—" He straightened his sleeves and wore a red dress like an immortal. Go back."

  In the night, his pale complexion was stained with alcohol, and his lips were reddish.

  When I laughed, there seemed to be twinkling stars in his eyes, and the whole body was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

   Yan Nanchao’s eyes turned red, and there seemed to be a mass of paste in his head. When Yan Fengmian turned around, he stubbornly pulled his sleeves.

  Can't let him go, can't let him go——

  This is the only remaining thought in Yannan Dynasty’s remaining sanity.

   "The seventh brother is drunk, please send him back."

   Yan Fengmian faintly brushed away his hand, turned and left.

  (End of this chapter)