Chapter 105.2 The Big Wedding And Flying
These three shichen are the longest three shichen in You Wumingâs life.
Unknowingly, the sky has turned dark for a long time alreadyâ¦
You Wuming jumped up startlingly.
The sky was already dark and three shichen had also passed since long ago, but why hasnât Little Mulberry come back yet!
He sucked in a breath of cold air, and in an instant, the killing intent that erupted from his body almost broke through the roof of the hall.
He strode out of the palace door, asked the palace people and then he learned that seven shichen had passed.
Taking the seven shichen as three shichen. No wonder it feels very long.
You Wuming feels that he has become an ant on the frying pan, and also like a butterfly that had broken its wings and fell into a cobweb.
After turning around for a long time, he squatted down in front of the bed again and stared at her face that is sleeping peacefully.
âLittle Mulberry, Little Mulberry, Little Mulberryâ¦â
He called her nervously in a low voice.
His voice was already hoarse.
But she never woke up.
You Wuming didnât know how he had survived the night. When the light came in, he stared at the bright light in a daze, only to feel that his brain was dizzy.
Everything seems to be meaningless.
Just when he felt like he had turned into a piece of wood or a pool of stagnant water, there was a very light groaning sound that came from the bed.
He took a deep breath and his eyes widened when he looked over.
Then he saw her frowned, covered the back of her neck with one hand at some point, groaning but couldnât open her eyes.
You Wuming: ââ¦â
He forgot that he knocked out that wooden Sang Yuanyuan with his hand yesterday.
So, she actually came back long ago, but this body is in a comaâ¦
You Wuming laughed: âPfftt hahahaha!â
The furious You Wuming: âItâs me who killed myself!â
Sang Yuanyuan opened her eyes with difficulty: âYou Wuming, whatâs wrong with you?â
He turned the black eyeball once to the left and once to the right: âNo, nothing. Little Mulberry, how is it?â
Pretending to be totally unconcerned.
Sang Yuanyuan stared at him for a while, then blinked and said: âDo whatever you want with Jang Yanji. Our mother said that she doesnât want that body anymore.â
You Wuming took a long breath very, very slowly: âHave you seen her?â
âYeah.â Sang Yuanyuanâs expression was indescribable, âShe lives well in that other world. She is very happy, and she doesnât want to come back here anymore.â
You Wuming sneered: âThatâs good, I donât want to see her either. If she really comes, I have to feed an extra mouth and spend a lot of money instead.â
âYou are really like her.â She muttered in a low voice.
He observed her expression secretly, and like a predator, he quietly approached her and wrapped her in his arms. After she recovered a little, he simply pressed her into the middle of the cloud bed.
This time, You Wuming simply didnât let her get out of bed.
With his long arms around her and his breath wrapped around her, he stared at her and gritted his teeth resentfully: âJust grind until the big wedding ceremony. I want to see where can you run away to!â
Sang Yuanyuan: â?â Run away? What run away? Why run away? Who wants to run away?
She is not a runaway bride or little sweetheart or something like that.
Thatâs simply self-deprecating.
Sang Yuanyuan soon learned what hovering between life and death means.
She knew that he was fierce on the bed, but she didnât expect him to be so fierce. She didnât even get a chance to lay in bed normally.
She found at some point that there is a group of white hair between his black hair, but she didnât have the strength to ask. She couldnât even raise her hand to caress that group of white hair.
Her fingers slumped limply by her side, and she felt like she had become a puddle of water, letting him gather her into various shapes.
She found that he fought this battle more carefreely than any other battle.
You Wuming didnât realize that he had indulged himself too much until the Ritual Officer came to remind him.
He simply forgot the time.
Chapter 105.3 The Big Wedding And Flying
Both of them had thick dark circles under their eyes.
With the help of the maidservants, the new Emperor and the new Empress changed into a heavy wedding dress, took the dragon and phoenix chariot, and hurried to the main hall.
Sang Yuanyuan took the opportunity to summon a small faced flower and sprinkle a healing mist on her extremely sour and soft body.
From a distance, she can feel that the ceremony at the other end of the main hall is very solemn.
The two got off the dragon and phoenix chariot in front of the main gate of the palace. The maidservants gathered around and came forward to spread out the long tail of their clothes, and then respectfully withdrew.
You Wuming stretched out his hand and held Sang Yuanyuanâs hand.
âCome.â
Although the small faced flower had done its best to treat her all the way, there are still some deep and shallow marks on her body that have not completely disappeared. Her legs are also a little soft, there is still some dark color under her eyes, and the powder canât cover it.
He went too far.
The huge phoenix crown that flickered on her head feels somewhat heavy.
âIâm afraid there wonât be a second couple in this world who are as embarrassed as we are at the big wedding ceremony. Itâs all your fault, You Wuming!â
She muttered angrily.
âBlame me, blame me.â The joy in the corners of his eyes could not be suppressed at all.
The two held hands and walked along the white jade corridor to the main hall of the palace.
All the old decorations have been removed. Today, the main hall of the Imperial Palace is a thick and pale bluish green color, like a dark giant beast that is lying down on the high level.
The golden drums rumbled on the left and right, and the ritual officials led the civil and military officials, as well as the princes and kings of various states to stand on both sides. Although it was daytime, they had begun to set off fireworks.
You Wumingâs lips didnât move, but his whispering voice floated into Sang Yuanyuanâs ears.
âI never say to set off fireworks in the daytime. Later, this vainly wasted money must be paid by Yun Xuzhou. Blame herself for acting on her own.â
Sang Yuanyuan: ââ¦â
She didnât move her lips, but her voice floated out softly: âShe already made so many arrangements for you. Itâs fine if you just donât give her the salary but you still want to let her pay it with her own money. What does this look like? Later, just knocks Qin state heavily using the underground cityâs matter to get this amount of money back.â
You Wuming glanced at her sideways and the corners of his brows and lips didnât even move when he said: âSmart! As soon as the ceremony is over, I will do it right away!â
âMoney fan.â Sang Yuanyuan carried the demeanor of an Empress with her, with a serious and solemn expression, but her tone was charming yet annoyed and lazy, making You Wuming in a good mood.
The military and political leaders on the left and right sides didnât know what was going on. They held their breath and stood aside to watch the ceremony. In their hearts, they only feel that the new Emperor is dignified and the Empress is beautiful. It is really a perfect match.
It took five or six hours to complete a series of complicated rituals, such as worshiping the heaven on a stage, accepting respects and appointing officials. Finally, the business came to an end and entered the stage where the whole world joined in the grand banquet.
The Emperor and Empress sit at the top, with the kings and queens of various states on the left and right, and the civil and military officials below.
Melodious classical music surrounds the main hall. Sang Yuanyuan accepts the congratulations drink of all parties with You Wuming. After drinking until slightly drunk, she smiled and looked at the happy group of people with overflowing joy below.
King Sang and his wife were beaming with joy.
Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhouâs wedding is also already close at hand.
Huangfu Xiong brought the puppet to the banquet.
The father and son of the Zhang state and Ping state, who were usually friendly with You Wuming, were also very drunk from the happiness.
You Yingyue, the Emperorâs sister who lost her husband, suddenly became a hot cake. Facing the goodwill from all parties, she became a frightened bird instead. She has been secretly raising her eyes to look at the expression of the Emperor and Empress. So frightened like a cat lying on its fur.
When the banquet dispersed, You Wuming ordered all the royal families and officials to withdraw first.
He picked up Sang Yuanyuan and carried her all the way back to the bridal chamber from the temple in the main hall.
There was a full moon hanging on the horizon, and the palace wall was high and deep. Under the moonlight, he did not look like an Emperor at all, only like a proud bridegroom.
The bedroom hall is in a warm red all over.
The two then do the rest of the ceremony according to the etiquette by drinking the wedding wine together and bow to each other.