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In Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo and Zhan Doudou were waiting for her.
Staying means being able to stay by Chen Qingfeng's side.
After a moment's thought, Si Lili snapped out of her reverie, glanced at Chen Qingfeng with alluring eyes, and whispered her red lips close to his ear:
"How could I dare? It's just..."
At this point, Si Lili gently hooked her fingertip, pulling Chen Qingfeng's collar tighter, and added:
"But young master, don't forget, don't let them discover that... you still have my scent on you."
Upon hearing Si Lili's words, Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly.
Last night, he had a tangle with Si Lili.
Looking back now, Si Lili seemed to be working even harder and more relentlessly than ever before!
After finishing her makeup, Si Lili took out a gold-threaded sachet from her sleeve and tied it around Chen Qingfeng's waist.
"This sachet was a gift I gave to you, young master. Consider it... a wedding present for you!"
Chen Qingfeng chuckled softly and looked tenderly at Si Lili.
Then, he slowly reached out and lifted Si Lili's chin, saying:
"Lili is such a thoughtful girl."
Si Lili stepped back and bowed gracefully to Chen Qingfeng:
"This humble servant congratulates you on your wedding, young master!"
As she spoke, Si Lili looked up at Chen Qingfeng.
Her eyes, however, were like honey laced with poison, sweet yet deadly.
As Chen Qingfeng stepped out of the room, the morning light bathed the Liujing River.
Si Lili leaned against the window, watching Chen Qingfeng's departing figure, her fingertips unconsciously stroking her lips.
His warmth still lingers there.
……
As Chen Qingfeng stepped out of the courtyard, he saw Chen Pingping standing under a willow tree not far away.
On the street, some distance apart, the wedding procession was poised to depart.
Wang Qinian was also in the wedding procession. When he saw Chen Qingfeng, he waved to him from afar.
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly, stood up and walked towards Chen Pingping.
Today, the head of the Control Yuan was unusually dressed in a dark red brocade robe.
His robe was embroidered with fine cloud patterns in gold thread, which made his pale face look a little more rosy.
"My godfather is dressed festively today."
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly.
Chen Pingping remained calm, his hoarse voice carrying a rare hint of amusement.
"It's your wedding day, and as your godfather, I have to share in the joy."
A river breeze blew by, causing Chen Qingfeng and Chen Pingping's clothes to sway slightly.
Suddenly, Chen Qingfeng asked:
"Feng'er!"
"If your mother were still alive, what would she say if she saw you like this?"
Chen Qingfeng did not rush to reply to Chen Pingping.
He knew in his heart that, given Chen Pingping's intelligence, he had probably already guessed that Chen Pingping knew his true identity.
Although they didn't say it aloud, the two understood each other implicitly.
After a brief silence, Chen Qingfeng's eyes flashed before he responded:
"She'd probably yell at me and say, 'You little rascal, trying to marry two? You're greedy!'"
"Hahaha!"
Upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's words, Chen Pingping suddenly burst into laughter.
The way she spoke was exactly the same as Ye Qingmei in his memory!
As he laughed, Chen Pingping looked at Chen Qingfeng with a gratified expression. His laughter abruptly stopped, turning into a soft sigh.
"She will be so proud of you!"
As he spoke, Chen Pingping stepped aside to make way, and continued:
"Go on, don't keep the bride waiting."
Chen Qingfeng nodded slightly, smiled at Chen Pingping, and then walked straight toward the wedding procession.
Upon seeing Chen Qingfeng approaching, Wang Qinian quickly made a gesture.
The wedding procession lined up in formation.
When Chen Qingfeng arrived, ninety-nine black-clad riders carrying glass palace lanterns led the way, and twenty-four mechanical chimes in the music ensemble struck on their own, playing joyful ancient melodies.
……
at the same time.
In front of the glass mirror in the east pavilion of the Fan residence.
Fan Ruoruo was being dressed by (the six ladies of the 89th month of the year).
Holding jade combs and gold scissors, they sat around Fan Ruoruo like stars surrounding the moon.
The morning mist outside the window had not yet dissipated, and the copper bells on the eaves were occasionally stirred by the wind, making a clear and melodious sound, as if urging the auspicious time to arrive.
Fine powder made from South China Sea pearls was applied to her jade-like face, making the gold foil floral decoration between her eyebrows even more dazzling.
The dark ink was lightly applied to her brows, its color resembling distant mountains shrouded in emerald green, which accentuated her eyes as clear as autumn water.
Rouge, dipped in rose dew, spread a vermilion red on her lips, like a red plum blossom in the snow, dazzlingly beautiful.
Her black hair was styled into a stunning bun, adorned with twelve golden phoenix hairpins holding pearls. With a slight nod, it was as if a galaxy had fallen.
Just as Liu Ruyu was personally placing the gilded and kingfisher-feather phoenix crown on her head, a pair of crested cranes flew in through the window and landed on the sycamore tree in front of the courtyard, stretching their necks and calling out.
Fan Ruoruo lowered her eyes, feeling a little nervous without realizing it.
She thought about how she was about to become Chen Qingfeng's wife.
Her ear tips were slightly hot, and she didn't even dare to look closely at herself in the bronze mirror.
……
Meanwhile, the backyard of the Prime Minister's residence was filled with the mist of rose-scented dew.
Inside Lin Wan'er's boudoir, a gilded incense burner emitted wisps of ambergris.
She had changed into a wedding dress woven from fire silkworm silk, which shimmered with a crimson glow in the morning light.
The silkworm's silk shimmers in the light, and its skirt billows as it walks.
Sometimes it resembles the scorching sunset, sometimes it resembles surging waves of blood.
Her black hair was tied into a phoenix-shaped bun, adorned with seven gold hairpins.
Lin Wan'er stood before the bronze mirror, her fiery red skirt trailing three feet long, the phoenix embroidered with gold thread seemingly about to take flight.
She whispered to her stunning reflection in the mirror:
"Qingfeng, from today onwards, I will become your wife."
"I only wish your heart were like mine, then I would never betray your love!"
As she spoke, Lin Wan'er lowered her eyes, feeling both nervous and expectant.
.......
Chapter 85: Chen Qingfeng's Grand Wedding Procession – A Ten-Mile Red Dowry Stirs the Capital! Emperor Qing Attends to Offer Congratulations!
Soon, Chen Qingfeng led the wedding procession to the outside of the Fan residence.
In front of the Fan family mansion, a dazzling red silk avenue had already been laid out to welcome the bride.
Chen Qingfeng dismounted and stepped forward, the dark gold dragon pattern on his black wedding robes shimmering like a living thing in the sunlight.
With each step, it felt as if a golden lotus was blooming beneath one's feet.
This drew gasps of surprise from the onlookers!
Outside Fan Ruoruo's boudoir, red silk lanterns had already adorned the space with a festive atmosphere.
Sixty-four glazed palace lanterns hung high under the corridor, their surfaces reflecting the poems written by Chen Qingfeng.
As it sways gently in the wind, the words float like flowing water.
Inside the room, Fan Ruoruo sat upright, quietly waiting for Chen Qingfeng's arrival.
"Miss, the young master has arrived!"
A lady of good fortune who was serving nearby suddenly spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Fan Ruoruo, who was sitting on the bed, felt her heart race, and her pretty face under the red veil blushed even more.
"Brother Qingfeng..."
"No, from today onwards, I should start calling you... my husband!"
Fan Ruoruo was extremely shy.
Before long, Chen Qingfeng lifted the beaded curtain and stepped into the boudoir.
Those serving inside the house bowed and paid their respects together.
"I've met my uncle!"
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Fan Ruoruo, who was sitting on the bed.
At this moment, Fan Ruoruo was extremely nervous, her hands clenched tightly, and her breathing under the red veil became rapid.