Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 776 Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son

Because Mo Xiaowan's identity is Miss Eighth Prince's Mansion and Xuanyuanchen's righteous sister, so this marriage ceremony does not have to go through the process of picking up the bride.

After breakfast, Qingdai pushed her into the petal-strewn bath to wash off a layer of skin.

It wasn't until there was no dust on the body, and it was white and tender after washing, that I was taken out and started to dress up.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror in Molan Garden, she let Su Gu and Yun Gu tie her hair, while Su Yi and Feng Yue put on her clothes, after a whole morning, it seemed that it was almost noon.

There was a commotion outside the wedding room, Eighth King Xuanyuanchen, surrounded by a group of princes, came in holding Mo Xiaowan, and walked all the way to the viewing hall of the Waterside Pavilion.

The red hijab blocked Mo Xiaowan's sight, and her catkin was held by someone's big warm hand.

Although the hijab blocked her view, on a cold day, the warmth from his hands warmed her heart. This sense of security made her trust herself in his hands.

It is not far from Molan Court to the auditorium.

Apart from the sound of joy, the journey was surprisingly quiet, only the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard behind him, presumably it was the princes and princesses surrounding him and the bridegroom Xuanyuanchen.

Could it be that my uncle is too cold?
The princes and princesses in the palace were already afraid of their Eighth Emperor Uncle, and they didn't dare to make any noise during this big wedding ceremony.

However, when she listened carefully, she was indescribably moved.

Knowing the reason for such silence, it actually comes from the joy of getting married.

Because Mo Xiaowan didn't like getting married too much, so she took advantage of those few days to pretend to be sick, and discussed with Xuanyuan Chen what music she wanted to hear when they got married.

On a whim, according to the memory of the previous life, I scribbled a few lyrics on the paper.

Out of excitement, after the ghost painting was finished, Xuanyuanchen was reviewing the official document. She was bored, so she kept holding the page and humming beside her.

When she sang smoothly, she fell asleep as soon as she was free.

Then that page, and later disappeared.

She thought she had lost it somewhere, but now that she heard the joy of various musical instruments playing together, she felt indescribably moved.

The uncle of his family looks cold on the outside, but in fact he is warm inside.

I really didn't expect that he would treasure the lyrics and compose them secretly, so that those who played the music would replace them on the wedding day.

Therefore, the sound of music does not sound like the loud noise of gongs and drums.

As he took her hand and stepped on the long waterside pavilion corridor, there was a burst of beautiful, quiet and extremely lyrical music in his ears. "Beautiful Myth" is full of romantic thoughts about love and The beautiful longing for the future, accompanied by their steps, drifted away in the waterside pavilions.

This kind of music can calm people's souls, and let him and her walk into the viewing stand with a beautiful and sacred emotion.

People who listen to this music will feel the beauty of love, be moved by it, and bless it.

When he took her hand and stepped onto the viewing platform, the band played "The Most Romantic Thing", the music was soothing and beautiful.

It's a pity, there are always those annoying people who want to spoil such a beautiful atmosphere.

From a high position on the viewing platform, a moderate voice wanted to sound: "This song sounds good, it's very novel, but it's a pity that the Marquis of Weiyuan lost. This poor child doesn't even have a dowry."

Mo Qianlang took Ling'er by the hand and landed on Mo Xiaowan with infinite blessings. Hearing the empress dowager's taunt, he dug his fingers into the flesh tightly.

(End of this chapter)