Chapter 753 Crazy Criticized Beauty Takes the Villain Script 83

  Chapter 753 Crazy Criticizing Beauty Takes Villain Script 83

   Daliang wedding ceremony, the prevailing twilight ceremony, choose the time of dusk to marry in the hall.

After 8,000 miles of popularity, the setting sun will not set on the horizon, the sun and evening eclipse will render half of the sky with a golden artistic conception, gradually sinking and gradually empty, the flowers are full of branches, and a handful of broken gold is filled. On the girl sitting in front of the bronze mirror.

   You arrive at two quarters when you leave the cabinet.

   “Princess, the general is here.” The old lady in the palace kindly and generously held the wedding comb, carefully combing the girl’s blue silk.

   It was so far apart that Su Qingan could hear the sound of the suona on the street, she murmured, it was really lively.

   “A comb to the end, no disease and no worries.”

   “The second comb combs the head, and the eyebrows are raised when the case is presented.”

   “Three combs to the end of the hair, forever knotted and worn together.”

   “Get out of the cabinet!”

  The long voice of the old lady reverberated in the sky, and the whole princess palace showed a joyful color.

   In front of the Jade Shadow Pavilion, there is a hidden fragrance. Whose family is it like a phantom Biren?

  Red makeup, embroidered clothes, cloudy hair, full lips await Junda.

  The old man smiled and supported the woman’s slender hands and walked out step by step.

   The marriage of Princess Zhaoyi of Daliang was concluded by Qin and Jin Dynasty. According to the system of six rites, the ceremony of marriage ceremony was performed, and the banquet was held in a majestic and orderly manner.

   Xi covered the red gauze and concealed Zhu Yan. With the help of her mother, Su Qingan lifted her foot and stepped out of the last threshold of the Princess Mansion.

   The four maids behind her carefully bent down and held up the bright red Xiabi.

   Outside the Princess Mansion.

  The green hills in the distance are ups and downs, and they remain unchanged all year round.

  The one who greeted the relatives was a large sedan chair with eight li, red makeup for ten miles, and traveled all over Jian’an City!

   Every family is bustling and noisy, surrounded by the wedding team, everyone has a sincere smile on their faces, looking forward to the direction of the princess’s palace, want to see what the bride looks like?

   “Miss, let’s go back.”

   “I just want to see, the person he loves.” Qiu Tingzhu stood silently in the crowd, wearing a hood.

   “Wow!” A childish voice sounded, “Daddy, the bride is so beautiful!”

   There was a commotion.

The prince on the horse, dressed in a wedding dress, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, the setting sun falling on his body, seven points of sword energy, half a splendid beam on his shoulders, at this moment his eyes are fixed and far-reaching, looking at Princess Daliang’s eyes. direction.

   Mountains and seas have their own time of return, and wind and rain will meet.

  The setting sun shone on everything, seeping into a trace of light, and the bottom of the eyes, which had always been waveless, was also in an uproar at this time.

   The setting sun melts gold, the twilight clouds combine, where are the people?

   in the heart!

   They looked at each other from a distance.

  Cen Zhou got off his horse and walked towards her step by step!

  Su Qing’an’s vision was blurry and crimson. Through the flying red hijab, Yingyingchaochuo saw the outline of a high-spirited person. How many times, in a dream, he dared not forget his life and death.

   is near.

   is near again.

   Little Grey howled excitedly beside him, his wolf ears stood up, his fur was smooth, and he was pulled by the servants with difficulty.

  The autumn wind was rustling, and the old lady was about to help Su Qingan onto the sedan chair. The general first stretched out his hand and said in a low voice, “I’m coming.”

   “There is General Laoding North.”

The woman smiled, her voice soft and soft, like the soft words of Wu Nong in the south, holding a fan in one hand to cover her face, and the other slender and white finger lightly resting on Cen Zhou’s hand, soft and boneless, with bright red and gold sleeves. Reflecting on the slender white wrist.

   The hand that took the sword and walked around the rivers and lakes was full of thin calluses, and at this moment was holding the girl’s slender hand.

  The princess got into the sedan chair.

General    on horseback.

  The name moved all over the capital.

   No one knows their games and games.

  The big marriage is a golden and jade relationship, and the two are in love with each other.

  But neither Cen Zhou nor Su Qingan admit that they still love each other, their hatred is real and they can’t let it go. On this auspicious day of the evening, we have three bows and nine kowtows!

  Some people are like this, tormenting each other, colliding with each other, no one should bow their heads, and then find the most suitable way for two people to get along.

   He hates her, but he will always love her.

   The broken gold burning on the horizon is dazzling, everything seems real and illusory, blurry, and beautiful like a dream, making people dare not wake up.

   Royal Palace.

   Imperial study.

   At this hour, Emperor Liang should have left for the Dingbei General’s Mansion, but his face was extremely gloomy at this moment. Dingding looked at the person kneeling in the center, his tone was extremely tense and dangerous.

   “You’re telling the truth?!”

Thirteen knelt on the ground, his heart beating like a drum, he clenched his hands, and answered neither humble nor arrogant: “Report to the emperor. The prince first hid criminals, and then cultivated private soldiers. The emperor is the honor of the ninety-five, and all the people in the world are the emperor’s son. People, how can you allow others to offend?!”

   “The grass people dare to swear to the sky that what they said today is half false, the sky is struck by thunder, and they will not die!”

   In fact, Thirteen is of course afraid, this is the first time he has faced the emperor, or exposed the other party’s son, but he can’t step back!

   Emperor Liang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. After a long time, a voice indistinguishable between joy and anger sounded from the imperial study room: “Retreat.”

   After Thirteen went out, Emperor Liang asked, “What do you think?”

  Nie Chengye came out from behind: “Prince, his heart should be punished.”

   After meeting Su Qing’an, Nie Chengye met Su Ziheng. To be precise, Su Ziheng wanted to see him, and he revealed a lot of meaning inside and outside the words.

   He wanted to rebel, and he had to run Nie Chengye into the water.

   The tragedy of the last life is vividly remembered, and Nie Chengye chose to expose it.

“boom-!”

   A violent sound echoed in the imperial study, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered!

   The startled person shrank for a while.

   Thirteen, who was walking out, heard the sound, his footsteps paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, remembering what Su Qingan had said to him.

   He hesitated and asked: “But I’m just a beggar, how could the emperor believe what I said? If there is an investigation, the time will be delayed…”

   “No,” she said, “there’s another person who will.”

   “Someone—” Emperor Liang coughed several times, coughing up red blood, his heart was also cold, and he was extremely disappointed, “Capture the prince and Zhang Song.”

   “Wei Chen invites Ying to pursue the prince!”

   “Go.” Emperor Liang smashed the jade finger, “Prince kept alive, as for Zhang Song…”

  Nie Chengye understood.

  If it was only thirteen, Emperor Liang would have to weigh the weight, and there was one more Nie Chengye, and the nature was very different.

   Emperor Liang originally thought that Su Ziheng was just mediocrity and incompetence, but he didn’t want to be useless at all.

  The wind blew off the dead leaves, setting off a chill.

at this time.

  Su Ziheng was at Zhang Song’s residence, jumping like thunder, kicking Zhu Ergou with his feet: “Trash! A bunch of trash! Even a single person can’t be caught for a long time!”

   Zhu Ergou barked bitterly: “That beggar is a slippery loach, who knew he could run like that!”

   Zhang Song rubbed the knife: “Did you hear anything?”

   “What can it be?” Su Ziheng said impatiently.

   “The voice of soldiers and horses.”

  Su Ziheng froze, and hurriedly sent Zhu Ergou to inquire.

   Zhu Ergou came back half a quarter of an hour later, frightened as hell: “It’s not good! It’s not good! The ban, the Guards have passed, come here!”

   (end of this chapter)