She just wanted to see him once, back to the night they got married, just once.

Let her reminisce once, let her recreate the scene once.

That's enough.

"Shoot this afternoon." Xia Weibao said weakly.

His eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"Okay, I'll arrange it, you put on makeup first."

"Mr. Lu......"

Seeing him turn around to leave, Xia Weibao stopped the person and stopped talking.

Lu Hualiang chuckled and touched her head.

Didn't speak.

Xia Weibao felt even more guilty.

He was so smart that he must have guessed it all.

But he still cooperated with her.

Suddenly, I felt that my heart was blocked, full of sourness.

The land garden is very large, there is a water heart pavilion in the back mountain, there is a small bridge next to it, there is a rockery, antique.

It's perfect for taking this kind of ancient style photo.

So Xia Weibao chose to shoot there.

The photographer first goes to the scene to see which angle looks best.

And she put on makeup in the room.

Lu Hualiang has arranged everything for her, makeup artists, stylists, all of them are top-notch.

At her request, she made a hairstyle exactly the same as when she got married.

The crown of pearls pulls the hair, and the eyebrows are raised.

Cheek snow, peach blossom skin, gel dew, carmine.

With Jun San's head, the concubine lowered her eyes shyly.

Looking at myself in the mirror and putting on my wedding dress again.

Just like back then, the boudoir is waiting to be married.

Xia Weibao's nose was sour.

Back then, Luan Feng and Ming were happy with cannons.

Now it is alone, and things are not people.

She tilted her head back and pushed back the sour tears.

Can't cry, today's makeup is so beautiful, absolutely can't cry.

The makeup artists around all looked at each other, not understanding what was wrong with her.

Xia Weibao took a few deep breaths and swallowed back the sadness of loneliness.

Then get up and walk to the back mountain.

The moment she appeared, everyone was amazed.

Lu Yuan's servants all opened their mouths slightly.

Although I knew that their young lady was very beautiful, I never thought that she was so beautiful in a red wedding dress and bridal makeup.

One joy and one anger, so beautiful that it is suffocating.

She is the kind of character who grows up in history, and it is not an exaggeration to make you think that ancient emperors wanted beauties rather than rivers.

The Beacon Theatre Princes are no joke.

She shouldn't be here, it's inherently classical, and it's incompatible with today's urbanization.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

Xia Weibao was a little embarrassed to be looked at.

Wearing this outfit, she seems to have returned to a thousand years ago, and she is ashamed to get married.

Some timid, some shy.

"Mr. Lu."

At this moment, I don't know who called, Xia Weibao's body stiffened slightly.

Turning around slowly, I saw that Lu Hualiang had also changed his clothes and was standing behind her at this time.

The moment she saw the man, she suddenly covered her mouth, and tears burst out of her eyes without hurrying.

"The Emperor's ......"

The familiar and heart-wrenching salutation overflowed from the red lips, as light as a wisp of smoke.

Blown away in this breeze.

No one heard, but it was like a hammer through her heart.

Resemble.

It's really too similar.

Back then, her emperor was dressed like this and married her.

On the night of the candle in the cave room, he took the joy rod and gently picked up her red hijab.

The red floor that covered his vision caught his eyes was his handsome and handsome appearance.

is exactly the same as the current Lu Hualiang.

It may seem to others that a modern person dresses like this in such a modern city.

But in her opinion, it was her dog emperor who had passed through.