Chapter 177: Big Wedding 2 (two more)

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Feng Aotian who was sitting on the dragon chair. She changed her bright yellow dragon robe from the past. She was dressed in a dark red brocade robe. There was an unquestionable breath of deterrence between her brows. The face was like a bright moon, but she was elegant and elegant. No doubt, she was wearing a dark red brocade robe. Compared with the bright yellow brocade robe, she was a bit more bright and moving. When he saw it, she couldn't help flashing a touch of surprise. .
The Baiguan standing on both sides of the Jinluan Temple is also the first time to see Feng Aotian wearing a red brocade robe, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. There is a luxurious atmosphere between her gestures, and a little more enchanting atmosphere. .
Lan Jingshu couldn't help but raise his eyes and looked at her. At this moment, it was him that he wanted to come to her, but he turned his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo walking proudly on the red carpet. His glamorous and noble air is awe-inspiring. He wore a brighter look than the bright red he wore in the past. Looking at it this way, he became more and more beautiful, and he couldn't help lowering his eyes, and his eyes flashed a little Light.
Gu Yefeng sat in the wheelchair and stared at this eye-catching face. He never expected that Feng Aotian was even more charming in dark red. He lowered his eyes and looked at his legs, his heart overflowing. Bitter.
Xing Wuyun was still smiling with a chic lips, Wei Zimo and Feng Aotian's wedding, the wedding of two men, this is the first wonder of the ages.
However, when I saw Wei Zimo slowly approaching her, why was the red color so dazzling and even more dazzling?
He was a little envious after all. If Le Ling had accepted her marriage post, then he would come to her in a wedding gown like Wei Zimo.
Yi Mu looked at the scene in front of him, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows, even with a smile on his mouth, he couldn't get rid of it.
Father Cat is standing next to Feng Aotian. He doesn't have the color of joy now. He looks at Wei Zimo and then at Feng Aotian. He is worried, because the master's Kui Shui is accidentally convenient. Hurry up to come today, such a festive day, can it be more joy than joy?
Feng Aotian sat with a tight smile on his face, but only she knew that now, she had a murderous heart. She didn't expect it to be countless, not as good as the sky. She was finally here in anticipation, but why did she choose this day? More importantly, because of the first time, she had a terrible pain. No one noticed that the fingers hidden in her sleeves were white. Even if she had deep internal strength, she might not be able to relieve the pain of her dysmenorrhea.
If according to the normal ritual system, only the emperor and the queen would have such a pomp, but now, Feng Aotian has not announced to the world, the third prince is not a queen, and he has not been given any position. It is really puzzling for everyone to organize a wedding ceremony that shocked the world.
Feng Aotian disagreed, because the rules are all set by people. The reason she did this was to show the countries that she attached great importance to the three princes of Yuluo, and also to tell Yuluo that Fengqi's sincerity. That is, she is doing this big wedding to tell Wei Zimo that he will be her Feng Aotian from now on, everyone knows.
Under the eyes of everyone, Wei Zimo entered the hall and walked forward step by step until he stood in the middle of the hall. He raised his eyes, facing Feng Aotian's eyes, and said slightly, "The minister sees the emperor!"
Feng Aotian listened to his name, according to common sense, he should call himself a concubine, but he called himself a minister, but for Feng Aotian, the word "Chen" contained too much meaning, he told She, he was no longer the third prince of Yuluo, but her courtier; he told her that he would let go of the past and start again; he told her that even if he entered the harem, he would not lower his identity ; The most important thing is that he declared to her that he used all his wealth in exchange for his freedom in the future.
Feng Aotian always maintained a gentle smile, got up from the dragon chair, walked slowly down, stood in front of him, and held his hands up, "Since today, there will be no more three princes of the Yuluo Kingdom. Mo, specially renamed Wei Zimo, and I specially named him Xiaoyaohou."
Baiguan was surprised, this... shouldn't it be bestowed as a concubine? Why is the name changed? Why was he named Lord Hou?
Everyone looked up, but they were surprised.
Xing Wuyun knew that this was Feng Aotian's promise to Wei Zimo, but shouldn't it be given to him with the word "Xiaoyao"? How could it be given to Wei Zimo?
He was the first to react and shouted, "Long live Wu Huang, long live, long live! Xiaoyao Hou, thousands of years, thousands of years!"
Hundred officials are also thoughtful people. Even if they haven’t figured it out, Feng Aotian has the final say. How she wants to be canonized is up to her. They are just courtiers, naturally. It is only for obedience, not to mention, what is the meaning, let them courage, dare not refute.
Lan Jingshu did not expect that the emperor would do this. So, what is the meaning of this big marriage?
Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu were also unexpected, they didn't know, why did the emperor do this?
Due to the pain of dysmenorrhea, Feng Aotian couldn't help but increase her strength a little while holding Wei Zimo's hand, and then swept everyone's faces, "Even so, I still have to do the night of the wedding with the master."
Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly. This time, it was even more confusing for the officials, but they understood that whether it was the third prince or Xiaoyaohou, it was all the same. The emperor.
Wei Zimo thought, what happened today is just a formality. He has already stated his position and attitude, "The emperor, the minister is now your courtier."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and embraced him, "Before you were my courtier, you were still my concubine."
Who said he could not be hers if he was named Xiaoyaohou?
Wei Zimo's eyes were cold, obviously unhappy, "Is the emperor rebellious?"
"I have always kept my word." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Could it be that today is not the day of your wedding with me?"
Wei Zimo's eyes became colder, "Okay."
Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and flew away from the bedroom with him.
Baiguan looked up and saw that this big marriage ended like this? Although they knew that the emperor never played cards according to common sense, but this etiquette, the previous store was so large, but now it has been hastily? This made them feel a little uncomfortable. After all, they left like this before watching the excitement at the moment. It was a little bit unfinished. More importantly, what was the relationship between the emperor and the third prince?
When Mr. Cat saw Feng Aotian leaving, he hurriedly chased him out, thinking that his master was still suffering from abdominal pain, so he felt distressed.
Xing Wuyun looked at the scene in front of him, curled his lips and smiled, and then moved away. His identity in Fengqi State was the son of the first prime minister, Xing Wuyun, the veteran in the court naturally knew him, and he had no idea about his sudden appearance. Too much surprise, after all, they all knew that this Xing Wuyun was born free and easy, and traveled frequently, and it was not easy to appear.
Lan Jingshu saw all the ministers stunned in place, not knowing whether they were staying or leaving, he said warmly, "Everyone is gone."
"Yes." The ministers listened to Lan Jingshu's voice. Now, the biggest one here is Lan Xiang.
Lan Jingshu watched the hundred officials disperse, and the inside of the Jinluan Temple looked very empty. He raised his eyes and looked around for a week. There was a festive red hung everywhere, flashing his eyes red.
"Go back." Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng and stepped out of the Golden Luang Temple.
Yi Mu followed him. This big wedding was really different from what they imagined. There was no noise, but it was gorgeous, not thrilling, but it was shocking, but they were all bystanders.
Feng Aotian hugged Wei Zimo and walked to the Floating Dream Palace, and then entered the palace. Now, it's just past noon, it's still early, and Feng Aotian is a little bit painful, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Wei Zimo was dragged into the inner hall by Feng Aotian. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He was obviously a little angry. Then he swiped it hard, but unexpectedly, he easily pushed Feng Aotian away. .
Feng Aotian was unstable, stepped back, endure the pain, and then sat on the chair.
Wei Zimo was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped forward, only to discover that something was wrong with her, "What's wrong with you?"
Feng Aotian leaned weakly in his arms, "You just pushed the master away with a lot of effort."
Wei Zimo had never seen such a Feng Aotian, her face was pale at the moment, she did not have the fierceness and domineering of the past, but now, she was slightly weak, and he could not help but feel distressed when he saw it.
He lowered his head and watched her fall into his arms like this, and pressed his lips tightly. He raised his hand slightly and touched her forehead. His palm was extremely cold, and he panicked for no reason. "The minister then went to call the imperial physician. "
Feng Aotian grabbed his hand and said, "Help Master to rest on the couch."
Wei Zimo hesitated, but, seeing that she had lost the evil spirit of the past, she was very weak, and then helped her up, walked slowly to the bed, and Feng Aotian lay down.
In fact, she is leaving now, but she has to do enough to act, otherwise, there will be no effect.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go and bring a cup of hot water to the master."
"Okay." Wei Zimo never thought of caring about others, let alone taking care of others, but seeing Feng Aotian's weak appearance, she didn't even have the strength to speak, and he didn't know why, a touch rose in his heart. Worry, and fear.
He walked quickly to the table, poured hot water, and brought it over. Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master wants you to feed."
Wei Zimo helped her up from the bed, and Feng Aotian leaned in his arms. He awkwardly handed the tea cup to her lips, "Drink."
Feng Aotian shook his head, "Master has no strength."
"What should I do then?" Wei Zimo lowered his head, watching her face becoming paler.
"You take a sip and feed it to the Lord." Feng Aotian stared at his lips under the veil and said.
"At this time, you are still such a rascal." Wei Zimo could not help but roared.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hurry up."
Wei Zimo raised his hand and covered her forehead once again. It was even colder than Shicai. After hesitating for a moment, he lifted the hem of the veil helplessly, took a sip, and slowly lowered his head, approaching her lips, as if After making a big decision, she put on her lips and poured water into her mouth.
Feng Aotian felt a faint warmth between her lips, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "More."
Wei Zimo summoned his courage, then took another sip, bowed his head, and fed it to her.
So, after taking a drink, Feng Aotian's expression was slightly softened. She looked at Wei Zimo's complexion, dyed a crimson through the red veil, making it even more cold and moving.
Now, even if she has the heart, she is powerless, so she can only lean in his arms, "Let the master take a break."
Wei Zimo looked at her like this, and said unbearably, "The minister will ask you a doctor."
"No." Feng Aotian whispered, "Master just wants to take a break like this."
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As she said, she approached him again, sucking in the cold breath of his body, and then slowly closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep. The pain was really boring.
Mr. Mao came in with the soup medicine, and saw Feng Aotian leaning against Wei Zimo's arms pale, he hurried forward, "Master, drink this medicine and it won't hurt."
"No, after drinking it this time, it will still hurt the next time." Feng Aotian knew that Father Mao had specially boiled painkillers, but her body was already losing too much, and now she has managed to get better, if she takes it again Pain killers, then the previous efforts were wasted.
Father Cat looked at her distressedly, and pulled out the silk kerchief from his sleeve, wiping the thin sweat on her forehead, "But, like you, the slave will be distressed to death."
Feng Aotian opened his eyes slightly, "Master can stand it."
Wei Zimo didn't know why Feng Aotian suddenly became so haggard and weak. He looked at Father Cat, "Is the emperor seriously ill?"
"The master's cold air enters the body and causes body pain. This will be the case for the past few days." Mr. Cat naturally found a reason. Anyway, as long as the master is more careful, after tonight, the next few days will be accompanied by him. It's fine.
Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that she, who has always been as hard as a city wall, had such a fragile side. He watched her endure the pain, but could still hold it so hard. Then, this pain should be caused. How difficult is it?
Father Cat hurriedly sat beside Feng Aotian, slid his hand along the robe, and gently rubbed her abdomen to relieve her pain.
Wei Zimo was sitting next to the bed, with Feng Aotian in his arms, and father-in-law next to him. He was obviously not used to it. It was really not easy for Feng Aotian to be so close to him.
He habitually moved back and looked at him, "You stay away from me."
Father Cat raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "Would you like to rub it?"
When Wei Zimo listened to the words of the father-in-law, he was startled again, let him rub it? This……
Father Cat retracted his hand and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, the servant will prepare some soup."
"Well, go ahead." Feng Aotian nodded.
The cat turned around and left the bedroom.
Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, suddenly raised his hand on his side, and then placed it on his lower abdomen. It was really cold. He wanted to stop his hand, but he looked at her forehead. Sweat, under her sign, his palm covered the skin of his lower abdomen, but he did not dare to move.
Feng Aotian's hand covered the back of his hand and rubbed it lightly. When he got used to it, Feng Aotian let go of her hand. She suddenly felt that being a woman was really hard and she had to endure the discomfort every time the sunflower water came. , In the future, there will be many inconveniences. Thinking about this, I feel depressed.
Xing Wuyun blushed. For the first time, he touched the skin of others, but the touch of his palm was so smooth and tender. He was so talented. Under her demonstration, he gently rubbed the skin of his palm, and his heart followed. Beating.
He raised his eyes and watched Feng Aotian closing his eyes slightly. His free hand took out the Jinpa from his arms and wiped the sweat on her forehead. For the first time, he actually learned how to go. Take care of people.
Feng Aotian squinted his eyes, "You are the first person to touch his master."
Wei Zimo was startled, then coldly snorted, "Who is rare."
Feng Aotian whispered, "There are so many rare people."
Wei Zimo stopped talking. Everything that happened in these days was beyond his expectation, especially today's big wedding.
"You see that the Lord still has such a weak and weak side, and the Lord sees the side where you are afraid of injury. Then, you and mine see the embarrassing side of each other, isn't it good?" Feng Aotian's voice was very low and transparent. With a touch of softness.
Wei Zimo looked at her, "okay?"
"Well, that's good." Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, "Lord, no matter how bad he is, I still have to spend this night in the bridal chamber."
Wei Zimo gently rubbed her lower abdomen hand and pressed hard, "Don't think about it."
Feng Aotian bit her lip in pain because of his actions like this, and looked at him, "It hurts."
When Wei Zimo saw her in a cold sweat, he just couldn't help losing his temper because of her teasing, so he started to heavier, but he couldn't help but feel distressed when she saw her pain like this.
His movements became soft, and he sighed faintly, "Are you sure I can't help you?"
Feng Aotian raised his head slightly, "Wipe the sweat for the Lord."
Seeing her like this, Wei Zimo was angry and annoyed, but still raised his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Father Mao got this soup and walked in, but he deliberately avoided it. Some brown sugar and red dates were put in the soup, but it was not easy to notice.
He walked to the bed, "Master, slave, feed you."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then leaned against Wei Zimo's arms and looked at Father Cat.
Father Cat looked at Wei Zimo's uncomfortable look at him again, and then handed him the bowl, "You feed him."
Then he got up and stepped out of the bedroom.
Wei Zimo lowered his head and looked at the soup in the bowl. The color was darker than in the past, and he could still smell the fragrance of red dates. He couldn't help but be a little puzzled. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Why soup? Put red dates in it?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master lacks blood."
Wei Zimo looked at her, now it was indeed a little bit, so he didn't ask much, so he scooped it up with a spoon and put it on her lips. This time, Feng Aotian didn't let him feed it himself.
Feng Aotian drank it one bite at a time, suddenly thinking that she used to take care of people, but now it is rare to be taken care of, and it feels really good.
After drinking Jiang Tang, Feng Aotian felt that there was no pain like that of Shi Cai, but Wei Zimo felt a little strange.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
"Your sign is very similar to a woman coming to Kuishui." Wei Zimo couldn't help saying.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Would you like to let the master take off his shirt, you can verify it yourself?"
"No need." Wei Zimo just said, thinking about making fun of her, who knew that she was such a stray body, he was not ready to meet her naked.
Feng Aotian knew that her current signs would naturally arouse his suspicion, but she was more determined, and would naturally not look at Wei Zimo's temperament.
Feng Aotian leaned against Wei Zimo's arms, feeling very comfortable, and then said, "Master thought you wanted to see it."
Wei Zimo glared at Feng Aotian, "You're better now, and you've become more and less serious."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "When is the Lord passing by?"
Wei Zimo listened to Feng Aotian's words, although she was handsome, with an indisputable and male face, and the tenderness of a talent that only a woman had, made him suddenly feel that she is a woman, but Now, seeing her slippingly speaking the frivolous words that a man can speak, he feels that he is really too suspicious, how can he treat her as a woman? How is she like a woman?
When Feng Aotian saw that Wei Zimo was losing her mind, she suddenly bullied herself, pressed him in her arms, raised her hand, and wanted to lift his veil.
Wei Zimo quickly regained consciousness, holding her hand, "What are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian was so tossing, now looking at the sky outside, it has been darkened, her mouth is smiling evilly, "Such a beautiful day, you know that a moment is worth a thousand dollars."
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Wei Zimo affirmed once again that Feng Aotian is an out-and-out disciple. How could he think she is a woman?
He raised his hand to push her away, "I can't help it."
Feng Aotian listened to him refusing decisively. She smiled deeply. She took out her hand from his hand, and gently ran across his eyebrows with her fingertips. The fingertips touched the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. Wearing the veil, stroked slowly along the face.
Wei Zimo turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to her, "If you force it, you know my temper."
Feng Aotian knew that he was threatening her. Her current physical strength was very weak and she would definitely not be able to subdue him. His temperament was stubborn.
"Well, my temper is not small." Feng Aotian nodded, and his fingertips had already hooked up his wedding dress and scattered on his side.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "You should also be aware of your temper. You like to use the strong one the most."
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