Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 141

[Chapter 141 The big wedding]

Yue Lao chose a good time for the emperor’s big wedding. It is said that if he can forge a love contract and hold a wedding on the 15th of this month, the emperor can not only successfully resolve the punishment, but also hold the hand of the new queen. Let’s grow old together, love each other until the end of time.

Yan Yuan came back from the Xuanjiang Palace and stayed up all night. The candlelight was shadowy, and he sat in front of the mirror stage, looking at the bloodless face in the mirror, and there was no light in his pupils, like a puppet whose soul had been sucked away.

“Emperor, it’s time to change into auspicious clothes.” Fenyi Xian’e said behind him with a white jade tray.

Yan Yuan didn’t seem to hear it. After a long time, Xian’e whispered again, and he raised his hand and waved it away. The auspicious clothes on the tray in Xian’e’s hand was instantly put on Yan Yuan’s body. The tip slowly touched the gold thread embedded in the front of the chest.

“Will he like my appearance today…”

Xian’e smiled and said,

“If you go back to the emperor, you are one of the most beautiful in the heavens, and the queen of heaven has long been pleased with you, no matter how you dress up, he will meet you today. I’m happy. Besides, this red robe is more suitable for you than ordinary clothes, and even Xiaoxian feels heart palpitations when she sees it.”

Yan Yuan heard her compliment, and she was overjoyed, but the corners of her eyes turned a little red: “Liar. ”

He doesn’t even want to look at me, how can he still like me…”

“He wants me to disappear in front of him forever, so he’s happy…”

What Yanyuan said later, Xian’e didn’t understand. , only vaguely heard him say ‘Finally, it can be as he wished’.

The sky gradually brightened, and the sunlight penetrated the thick silver tent and poured into the Dongji Temple.

“Emperor, it’s getting late, Xiaoxian will tie your hair for you.”

This Xian’e was specially sent by the God of Lingling to serve Yan Yuan’s dressing. She was very skillful and combed Yan Yuan’s waist-length hair in a short while. She was about to crown her hair when she suddenly saw a strand of snow-like white appear between the long hair that had been slid by the silver comb.

The destiny of the gods is close to eternity. If there is no accident, he can live for 10,000 years, but Yan Yuan, a young man, is only 200,000 years old this year, and has gray hair on his head.

Xian’e trembled in shock: “Emperor…”

Yan Yuan didn’t notice anything, she just said: “I don’t like this golden crown, you can replace it with a more delicate one.”

There was a white jade tray on the mirror stage. The gold inlaid jade crown was designed and created by the immortal craftsmen of Jiuzhongtian for this big wedding.

“But… if you change it, it won’t match the queen’s one.” Xian’e wondered.

“It’s okay, he won’t mind.” Yan Yuan smiled softly.

“I fell in love with him with irises. I love irises. There happens to be an iris jade crown in my private library. I bought it when I went to the mortal world with him that year. I have never brought it with me. Take it.”

Xian’e heard it strangely, it was rumored that the emperor’s love for General Xuanlong was not over, and it was forced by heaven to marry Xianjun Zhiyu, and he had to do it. Now, the rumors are not credible.

The emperor clearly has deep-rooted affection for Zhiyuxianjun, otherwise how could he be so meticulous, and even be picky about the crown and hair.

Xian’e took the order and took the token given by Yan Yuan to the emperor’s private library. It was quick to go back and forth, but there were too many treasures in the private treasury, and it took some effort to pick a small hair crown. Xian’e called a few guards to help find it together, and it took a small amount of time to find it.

She returned to the Dongji Hall, holding her hair crown and said happily to the person in front of the mirror:

“Emperor, you think it’s this…” The

voice came to an abrupt end.

The inside of the hall was empty, the silver tent made the wind blow up and down outside, the sky dimmed for no reason, and even the entire dormitory fell into darkness, and there was no Yan Yuan figure in front of the mirror.

“Emperor?”

Xian’e searched inside and out several times, but couldn’t find it. She ran out to ask the magic soldier outside the door.

The auspicious time was approaching, and there was no delay, so Xian’e had to report to the Lord of Lingling.

Inside the Cloud Dispatching Palace, Yeling sat behind the silver desk, holding an ancient cowhide book in his hand, looking at it in a daze. The above mentioned the process of resolving the punishment.

The marriage between Yan Yuan and Zhiyu Xianjun is one of the steps. In addition, a wedding candle is needed. The real unity of spirit and flesh is considered to be in line with God’s will.

It is not easy to convince Yan Yuan to get married, and it is even more difficult to force him to have a wedding room with Xianjun Zhiyu… As he was distracted

, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Xian’e in pink rushed into the hall in a panic.

“Shenjun, it’s not good…the emperor is gone…”

Lingling Shenjun stood up

suddenly, and said urgently: “Why not?” Xian’e just finished talking about the story of the dragon, when there was a sudden ‘boom’ outside, and lightning flashed and thundered. , the torrential rain fell like a basin, and the wide-open door was swayed back and forth by the strong wind.

Just now, I was fascinated by the ancient books, but Ye Ling didn’t notice the sky outside, only to realize that it was raining outside.

It never rains in the heavens…

I don’t know what to think, Ye Ling’s complexion turned pale, and the ancient book in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing his shaky appearance, Xian’e hurriedly got up to help him: “Shenjun!” The

goddess dragged her hand back, her lips trembling: “Hurry up… hurry up and inform the immortals and gods, before the hour, you must find Yuan’er back… …” His voice became smaller and smaller, and he finally bent down on his stomach.

“Ah Yee!!”

The man in Xuanyi appeared at the right time and picked up Ye Ling Shenjun.

Drifting Lingling’s hand bones climbed up Yan Jing’s clothes and clenched tightly, sweating coldly from the pain: “Yuan’er is gone, you go to find him… Heaven’s vision, it is heaven’s punishment… Heaven’s punishment is coming… You go to find him quickly. Yuan’er, leave me

alone…” “Go quickly…”

The wedding was supposed to be handled by Ye Ling, but because of his inconvenience, Yan Jing watched it on his behalf, and Yan Jing rushed back because of this vision.

He shrank into an inch, carried Yeling into the inner hall, placed the person on the round bed, covered Yeling’s flat abdomen with his palm, and injected some divine power to soothe the fetus: “Your fetal breath is unstable, don’t be excited, I You will be able to find Yuan’er, don’t worry.”

This child came so suddenly, Ye Ling’s abdomen was injured by Yan Jing, and when she gave birth to Yan Yuan, she almost died, so it should be impossible to have another child, but it happened. It’s not at the right time yet.

Ye Ling closed his eyes and leaned against the bedside, pushing Yan Jing’s hand on his belly, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes: “Go… go…”

Yan Jing was so distressed that he leaned over to kiss him on the forehead Dear, wipe away the tears for him, ordered Xian’e to take good care of Lingling, then got up and disappeared into the hall.

The gods took their orders, and Jiuzhongtian was turned upside down, but Yan Yuan was nowhere to be seen. As a monarch, it couldn’t be easier for him to hide from being found.

[End of This Chapter]