Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2162

She wasn't afraid at all.

At that time, she was counting on her fingers and thinking that the Madam must be mobilizing troops at this moment, Tang Xinghe should have ridden out of the city, and Ye Baoer must have followed her scent.

What was she afraid of? As she had expected, nothing could happen. Ye Baoer came to rescue her, Tang Xinghe came to rescue her, and her wife sealed off the entire city for her.

She was the treasure in the lady's hand. This was what she coveted from the beginning to the end.

Hong Que firmly believed that justice would prevail in the land of Beiyi. The law would eventually fall like a guillotine, wiping out all injustice.

This is a sense of security that their Vina tribe can never give them.

The prince consort once told Hongque that this was called faith.

But at this moment, the snow-white hair on my father's temples pierced my eyes, and the fine wrinkles on my mother's forehead were deeper than any knife cuts.

Hong Que watched them bow reverently to the two supreme rulers, offering their thanks. The kneeling figures trembled slightly in the mist of sandalwood, and every ring of the silver bell seemed to knock on the door of her heart.

The icy peak that had been standing in my heart for many years suddenly turned into a warm current that soaked through the wedding dress embroidered with twin lotus flowers.

It turned out that the desire in her heart had never disappeared, but was buried too deep by the wind and sand of time.

After her parents got up, Hong Que grabbed the hem of her wedding dress and ran towards her mother, sobbing.

She threw herself into her mother's soft embrace and buried her head deep in her mother's neck, "Mom!"

The voice was so soft, delicate, and more intimate than ever before, "Mother, thank you and Father for coming."

Hong Que didn't care whether her parents came or not. She even raised objections when her wife suggested sending someone to invite them.

She said the journey was too far and they were too old to come. She also said that if there was a chance in the future, we could go back to the tribe and hold a ceremony.

But the lady pointed out that she was just fooling around and had never thought about going back to the tribe to get it done.

Madam said, "The grace of birth and raising are all karma in the blood. As a human being, unless there is a life-and-death feud, one must always show some respect."

At this moment, Hong Que was extremely grateful that he had listened to his wife's advice and invited his parents to participate in the most important moment of his life.

So, perfection.

After the ceremony, the newlyweds enter the bridal chamber.

The red candle burned brightly, and Tang Xinghe picked up the gilded scale rod and found that his hands were shaking even more violently than when he was drawing the bow on the battlefield.

The moment the veil was lifted, all the bright pearls in the room dimmed.

The candle flame seemed to hold its breath.

His bride was of extraordinary beauty.

Tang Xinghe's breathing stopped.

When Hong Que raised his eyes, he vaguely saw the brightest morning glow from the grasslands shining into the bridal chamber. The phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the wedding gown seemed to have drooped its wings, and even the twin peonies on the desk had shyly folded their petals.

Her stunning appearance struck his bright and deep pupils.

Tang Xinghe's voice was hoarse, "If there is an afterlife, you will be in my dreams."

Hong Que smiled. He remembered asking him, "General Tang, do you dream of me?"

At that time, he didn't answer.

But she was angry with him, "I have never dreamed about General Tang either."

In fact, she lied. Over the years, she often dreamed of him drawing his bow and arrow.

In his dream, he was the young man who shouted "Long bow is full, long wind is broken".

She was the little girl running around the field, her eyes following his figure... Hong Que raised her eyes and smiled, then asked him in a choked voice, "General Tang, do you dare to grow old with me, never parting?"

Tang Xinghe felt a warmth in his chest, and he knelt on one knee in front of her, his eyes slightly moist, "I dare!"

It is true that when the red magpies sing, spring is at its most beautiful. The moon beneath the eyebrows, the clouds beside the temples, flap their wings and soar into the sky, sharing the bright stars. Thousands of rouge dots condense into a joyous decree, and nine-day flower rain greets the dawn.

I pray to the Jade Terrace with three wishes: one is that the wind is gentle, two is that your face is beautiful, and three is that the candles are always bright and the moon is beautiful, shining on the two phoenixes for a thousand years.