"Didn't they say that this King Yi had just been recognized and returned to the palace a few years ago? Why did a prince who was exiled appear? That's it, I don't want to think about it, I got married in two days, and I should see him. Song Jingyue stretched, "I'm so tired." ”

"Your Highness is tired, help you change your clothes, rest early." After Que Ming finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to help Song Jingyue with wide clothes.

"Sister Queming, you can help Yue'er take that set of men's dresses and let Zhu Yu send them to Yonghe Palace." Song Jingyue said.

"Wasn't that wedding dress prepared by the queen for Jingling......" Queming looked at Song Jingyue in confusion.

"Send it over." Song Jingyue glanced at the dim candle flame.

She has always been reluctant to lose that wedding dress, and she always has a glimmer of hope along the way.

But now that I have arrived in Kyoto, the existence of this wedding dress is redundant.

Rather than destroying it, it is better to let King Yi wear it, and if King Yi really returns to the west in the future, it is justified for her to leave a thought.

Que Ming took out the wedding dress, walked to the outer courtyard, and handed it to Zhu Yu: "This is the wedding dress I embroidered with the queen myself, and His Royal Highness said to let the slave maid send it to Yonghe Palace." But the slave maid is not familiar with the premises of each palace, and is afraid of disturbing the other masters, so Sister Lao Zhuyu will help send it to Yonghe Palace. ”

Wedding dresses? This Suzaku also brings its own wedding dress? Really thoughtful.

Zhu Yu is used to seeing embroidery in the palace, and today when she saw the embroidery pattern at the collar of this wedding dress, she was really amazed.

"I'll send it over."

Yonghe Palace.

Zhu Yu sent the wedding dress, and Qingying took it and sent it to the dormitory.

"His Royal Highness King Yi, this is sent by the Spring Breeze Pavilion."

Mo Xianyun was wearing underwear, sitting on the bed reading a book, and when he heard the words "Spring Breeze Pavilion", he put down the book and asked Shilan to open the door.

Qingying came to Mo Xianyun with a wedding dress and said, "I don't know if it fits or not, why does Suzaku still have the custom of preparing wedding clothes for her husband?" ”

Mo Xianyun got up and picked up the exquisitely embroidered wedding dress, such a good embroidery must have been the hand of Song Jingyue's mother.

"Lord Wang, Miss Zhu Yu is still waiting outside to reply." Qingying reminded.

Mo Xianyun rubbed the wedding dress, then walked to the library, wrote a note, and handed it to Qingying: "Go." ”

"Yes."

Qingying took the note to the outer courtyard and handed it to Zhu Yu: "Our prince said, it's very suitable, thank you Emperor Ji, this is a return gift for His Royal Highness Emperor Ji." ”

A return gift? Just a note? It's shabby.

Zhu Yu didn't dare to talk nonsense, took the note, saluted and left.

When she got to a place where no one was, she secretly opened it and took a look, and added two words: "Thank you." ”

It's dull! Zhu Yu smiled, and when he returned to the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Zhu Yu handed the note to Que Ming, and Que Ming handed the word to Song Jingyue again.

It was originally a mediocre two words, but in Song Jingyue's opinion, the handwriting of the pen was very similar to the words written by Mo Xianyun!

What surprised her even more was the payment - a "envy" word!

Song Jingyue read and looked at the note, and then asked, "Que Ming, do you know what the name of this King Yi is?" ”

"I just asked Zhu Yu, these ten princes are called Yunxian."

Yunxian?! So he signed the word "envy......

Did you think too much about it?

Wrong...... Song Jingyue suddenly remembered that Mo Xianyun had mentioned to her that his mother was a Xuanwu meticulous work back then.

And what about his father? His father is the Lord of the Green Dragon, this can't be wrong, right?

No matter what, his father is a Qinglong man, so it is impossible for him to appear in Xuanwu, let alone appear in the palace to be the tenth prince!

This question bothered her for two days, and during these two days she especially wanted the queen or the concubine to come and see her, so that she could ask something.

But Yunkun made a decree, without his order, no one was allowed to enter the Spring Breeze Pavilion to disturb the emperor's rest!

In this way, Song Jingyue survived until the wedding day.

Her dowry is gone, except for her wedding dress, all the rest of the jewelry and crown are purchased by the queen herself, and she buys all the jewelry gold and jade as she did for her daughter-in-law!

Song Jingyue wore a heavy crown, a red wedding dress, and a red hijab on her head, and saluted in the Xuande Hall in accordance with the Xuanwu wedding system.

Several concubines looked at such a big pomp and talked about it below.

"When this King Yi gets married, he can also enter the Xuande Palace?"

"Your Majesty, this is not for the sake of King Yi, but for the sake of the face of Emperor Ji is Suzaku and the princess, so he is so solemn!"

"The queen really took out her family background this time, and used the best everything, you see, the emperor has no dowry, and what she wears, except for the wedding dress, the rest is handled by the queen herself, but she is really willing!"

"That emperor is beautiful, Your Majesty can't marry her, the queen is naturally happy to marry her off, so as to prevent future troubles......"

"It's a pity that this King Yi is so handsome, gentle as jade, but he is a sick man, and when he marries a wife, he coughs non-stop."

Song Jingyue was wearing a red hijab, and she could only see the shoes on the ground, and she caught a glimpse of her future husband, that is, King Yi, but she couldn't see his appearance.

Just now, all the way, she heard everyone praise King Yi's good looks, saying that his face was like a crown of jade, and his posture was tall.

Occasionally, I heard him cough a few times, but I didn't hear him say a word.

Only when they crossed the stairs together, King Yi stretched out his hand to pull her, his hand was slender and calloused, but the temperature was cold, and as rumored to say, he was sick for a long time.

Song Jingyue's hand was pulled by him, stepping over the steps, stepping over the threshold, although the other party did not say a word, Song Jingyue could feel his caution and meticulousness.

Song Jingyue was under the red hijab, thinking wildly, and finally was invited to get into the sedan chair, carried into the Yonghe Palace, and entered the dormitory.

The hustle and bustle outside was full of frolic, and according to the rules of Xuanwu, the groom must enter the new house at night before he can unveil the bride's red hijab.

She waited for most of the day, but no one came in, so she secretly lifted the red hijab, and was about to walk over to get some pastries to eat, when she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and she hurriedly retreated, sat on the bed, and pretended to be well-behaved.

Mo Xianyun heard her movement and knew that she must be very hungry, so he walked up to her, sat down, and handed her a piece of pastry.

Well? Song Jingyue twisted her eyebrows and looked at his slender fingers.

"Ahem." Mo Xianyun coughed lightly, stuffed the pastry into her hand, and did not speak.

This King Yi, in addition to being a sick man, is he still a mute?

Song Jingyue hurriedly ate a few bites, and then heard the footsteps of Mama Lili leading the maid in outside.

The leader, Mama Xu, walked to the side of the bed with a smile, watched Mo Xianyun and Song Jingyue sitting upright, and motioned for King Yi to salute.

According to the rules of Xuanwu, the man should press the placket on the woman, which means that in the relationship between husband and wife, the man is the sky, and the woman must be pressed on the head.

Song Jingyue had been taught these rules by her grandmother before her wedding, and Mo Xianyun naturally understood it, but he didn't quite understand how to press the placket on Song Jingyue's placket, so he could only stretch out his hand, wrap his arms around her waist, and take her into his arms.