The Submissive Emperor

Lou Jing looked at the beautiful hand, and there was a naive expectation in his heart. He wondered if it was not the touch of a bunny bun, so before Xiao Chengjun's hand reached the position, the ghost shook it first. .

Xiao Chengjun was stunned for a moment, then closed his five fingers and shook hands with him, wondering if his princess was nervous, right?

The touch in his hand was warm and dry, which was very different from the feeling of childhood, but it was still soft, it seemed that it had changed from steamed buns to noodles, so Lou Jing was satisfied and let Xiao Chengjun drag him forward. But as soon as he lifted his foot, the pain like a needle **** came from the thigh. Lou Jing clenched his teeth for a while, and the strength of the medicine improved.

In fact, His Royal Highness's hands are very normal, with distinct bones, slender and strong. It's just that Lou Jing had previously held them. Compared with those rash men in the barracks who wrestled with his wrists, compared with those hands, this year-round holding pens only occasionally held them. The knife's hand looked delicate and soft.

From the main entrance of the East Palace to the Mingde Hall of the main hall, there is a long red silk covered with brocade boots on the ground, and it is still not stained with dust. As the setting sun sinks, the sky is already dark, and the Yulin army is standing on both sides with torches, like a shining galaxy, stretching all the way to the heavenly palace. Drums and flutes, one after another, accompanied by a neat and uniform ceremonial guard behind the two, solemn and luxurious.

The person holding the ceremonial guard secretly wondered, the empress and the hundred officials waited for a long time in the Mingde Hall, why did the prince walk so slowly? But no one dared to say anything and could only follow it slowly. In the first few steps, Xiao Chengjun noticed that the hand in his palm shook insignificantly, and he deliberately slowed down. It wasn't until the surrounding drums were played twice before I got under the jade level.

Donggong jade stage, level seven or forty-nine, the two needed to go up the red carpet-carved dragon imperial road, Xiao Chengjun released the hand of the princess and held his elbow instead.

Lou Jing was stunned, only then realized that His Royal Highness was taking care of him. Could it be that Xiao Chengjun saw that he was injured? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look around, but he covered his head and turned his neck two more times to no avail. Xiao Chengjun ignored him and stepped up firmly.

After climbing the jade steps, stepping over the brazier, and over the high threshold, he entered the Mingde Hall.

Mingde Hall is the main hall where the prince summoned the Donggong officials to discuss matters. It is Gaowu Guangyu and Red Pillar Panlong. In the hall, the princes, princes, princes, civil and military officials are all standing on the left and right, wearing official uniforms with python robes. The emperor wears a golden dragon robe of falling yarn and a crown of heaven on his head; the queen wears a golden phoenix robe of falling yarn and a crown of celestial rites on his head, and sits upright. Seeing the prince walking slowly with the prince and the princess, all officials nodded and bowed.

The royal etiquette is complicated and the people have to pray three times to worship the heaven and the earth, but the crown prince needs four worships to get married. One worships heaven and earth, two worships the monarch, three worships Gaotang, and finally the husband and wife worship.

Kneeling and getting up are two seemingly simple actions, but it is very difficult for Lou Jing. His injuries are mainly on the thigh and lower back. He just used these two places for kneeling and kowtow, and more importantly, every kowtow. With one head, the ceremonial officer will read a long message, and the efficacy of the medicine will gradually disappear in this long etiquette.

"The husband and wife worship!" Lou Jing's loud voice sounded through the hall, Lou Jing slowly bowed, and when he raised his head, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his body swayed involuntarily. He was shocked in a cold sweat immediately, and tried to kneel and straighten his waist. I couldn't help, seeing that something was about to happen, a warm hand quickly supported his forearm and used a bit of force to support him.

Warm and soft, it is the hands of the prince. Lou Jing was very grateful, but could not speak at this moment, so she could only gently squeeze the palm of his hand.

Xiao Chengjun felt the newly-baked princess of his own family, showing goodwill with his hands, and a little warmth appeared on his solemn and dignified face, and he squeezed the kind of learning in the palm of his hand. The two stood side by side facing south, and a hundred officials bowed down to congratulate them, and said in unison: "The courtesy and other courtesy the crown prince's tribute is completed, the blessing of the Yimianzong community is long and long..."

When the kneeling is over, Lou Jing's suffering has not yet ended. There is still a long way from Mingde Hall to the Palace of the Eight Phoenixes, the dormitory of the imperial concubine of the prince, and this part of the road cannot be taken in a chariot either. He and Xiao Chengjun are required. Walked over.

The effect of the medicine has disappeared, every step is like walking on the tip of a knife, a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on Lou Jing's forehead, and his eyes turned black. Because the princess was a man, Quan Furen sent the two into the bridal chamber and bowed and resigned, leaving the husband and wife to perform their own rituals.

With the door closed, Xiao Chengjun raised his hand to lift the hijab. Unexpectedly, the people around him turned upside down, and subconsciously caught and hugged him into his arms. The hijab also slipped down due to this action, revealing it. A handsome face as pale as snow.

The moment he saw this face, Xiao Chengjun was stunned, and suddenly remembered the words on the piece of paper, "Lou Jing, the word Zhuoyu, the crown of fifteenth, the appearance is beautiful...", until this moment, he really understood , What is the word "Yu Li". Zhuozhuo is like jade in a spring, clear and bright, and Xiaoxiao is like a pine under the wind, its eyes are closed, like a jade mountain will collapse.

Xiao Chengjun seemed to understand the reason why his father insisted on letting him marry Lou Jing. The father did not like male sex, so he favored noble concubines so that the queen could not rule the harem, and the court was unstable. Therefore, the queen may not only be interested in Anguo's dignity, but more importantly, Lou Zhuoyu's face.

With a secret sigh, Xiao Chengjun came back to his senses, hugged the person in his arms, gently put it on the bed, looked for a moment, turned to take the counter ladle on the table, and slowly filled the wedding wine.

Lou Jing just entered the room and couldn't hold it anymore. Hearing the sound of closing the door, he fell down as soon as his heartstrings were loosened. When he opened his eyes, he saw the man with apricot yellow robe and red silk cloth, holding his hand. A pair of sapphire scoops looked at him quietly. It's not that pink and soft face, the person in front of you is as handsome as the moon and bright and dazzling, and pure and precious as the mountains and rivers are not angry and majestic, only the pair of dark eyes are the same as in the memory.

"His Royal Highness, forgive me, the minister has lost his courtesy." Lou Jing sat up in a spirited spirit, affected his entire body, and couldn't help groaning.

"It's okay," Xiao Chengjun's voice was very nice, and the words were calm and powerful, which made people feel at ease. "After drinking Hebu Jiu, you can rest. Come back after my banquet and talk about it later."

As if confirming the prince's words, a **** knocked on the door and said, "Your Highness, the big banquet has already begun."

Lou Jing half-kneeled on the bed and took the small scoop in Xiao Chengjun's hand. When the wine was combined, the common people cut the gourd and regarded it as a wine vessel, indicating that the husband and wife were singing and singing. However, the gourd was bigger than the gourd, and the royal family carved a wine cup-sized bottle with green jade to show their honor. Holding the small scoop with both hands, they exchanged gifts with Xiao Chengjun, drinking slowly.

Xiao Chengjun didn't say anything more, put down the wine vessel and turned to leave, instructing the palace man outside the door: "You wait here, no one can disturb the prince."

"Yes." The palace men and guards outside the door responded in unison, Xiao Chengjun turned and left, and everything returned to quiet.

The palace banquet has already begun, and the lively music floats from a distance, making the hall more silent. Lou Jing looked at Xiao Chengjun's tall and straight back, a little startled. It seems that the prince knew that he was beaten by his father, so did the emperor know?

Although his father had no rules and regulations, he was right. If the emperor knew about it, the Lou family would definitely suffer. And the queen who gave up his nephew and chose him will not look good to him from now on. Thunder and Yulu are all graces, and becoming the crown prince's concubine is the supreme honor for the family of honors, but he is dissatisfied, and it is passed to the ears of the superiors that he is ignorant of good and bad and has wolf ambition.

Come back after my banquet, let's talk about it...what is Xiao Chengjun going to talk to him?

Lou Jing frowned and looked at the bright dragon and phoenix candles on the brass stand. Because the wedding date was too urgent, it was not enough to repair the palace. But looking around the interior of the Eight Phoenix Hall, the carved beams, painted buildings, and bead curtains were not hurriedly arranged. Mark of. Something flashed from his mind, Lou Jing's eyes widened suddenly.

If one thing is done by the emperor, he will be in a hurry, but the prince will do it calmly, what shall we do? If it is something that the emperor doesn't know, but the prince knows it well, what should he do?

From the moment he stepped into the East Palace, Xiao Chengjun was showing his favor to him, and at the same time showing him his strength in a calm manner. If he was smart enough, he could see the clues. It is enough for Xiao Chengjun to deceive the saint and be dissatisfied with the royal family! The tightly pressed thin lips slowly aroused, Lou Jing pulled aside the bright red big pillow, found a comfortable posture and relaxed lying on his stomach, seeking skin with a tiger is better than being dragged down by a pig to death.

In the middle of the moon, Xiao Chengjun stepped into the new house again, glanced at the room with his slightly morose eyes, and saw his princess lying comfortably in the soft red silk quilt, sleeping soundly! His Royal Highness couldn't help but laugh, and the sky really fell to be covered. Is this guy really strategizing, or is he lacking in his brain?

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The author has something to say: Lou Jing is attacking! ! Don't read it wrong (⊙_⊙)

Note: He 卺 (jin, three tones) wine 匏 (piao, two tones), what about it, the prince’s wedding is not easy to find in other dynasties, so I refer to the "Ming History". Of course, more than half of it was fabricated by me, so don’t take it seriously. , Hey~