Chapter 1831: Grand Finale - Wedding (1)

Fuzi waved his whisk and shook his head hastily.

"Your majesty, you are worrying too much. You are the king of a country. Besides the regent princess who has committed all kinds of crimes, who would dare to talk about you! Isn't it?"

Long Yutian...it turns out that what Qian Duoduo said was shot while lying down, that's how it came about!

——Duoer dividing line——

Time flies, the years flow, the autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging~

Qian Duoduo stood in front of the window, reciting poetry!

Who told Long Muchen to always doubt his own language skills, and try every means to throw her back to Shanghai to reform?

In short, in the blink of an eye, three months passed by turning around.

Inside and outside the capital, with a radius of hundreds of miles, there are red lights hanging high and decorated.

Against the background of the flying snow all over the sky, the scene is as gorgeous as fire, and it is extraordinarily beaming.

In fact, the emperor canonize a concubine, all he needs to do is canonize a Jiedu envoy, go to Chenwang Mansion to read the imperial decree, and along the way beat gongs and drums along the way to welcome the noble concubine into the palace according to royal etiquette.

Even a princess as noble as Lin Dynasty has never had the treatment of letting the emperor carry a big sedan chair to marry her!

What's more, this is only a concubine, not a canonized queen.

Does it need to be so shocking, weeping ghosts and gods, and the city is full of wind and rain, is it known to the whole world?

At first, the ministers were unanimously opposed to Long Yutian, who was the emperor, condescending himself to marry Tianrong.

However, Long Yutian made up his mind, and retorted at the court: "It is I who got married, not you, what are you talking about? Since I like parents so much, I will make you a director of the street office!"

The ministers were at a loss, and had no idea what kind of high-ranking official the director of the sub-district office was.

In the end, there really was a 2B young man who was full of passion and courage to speak out, and he took office as a new official.

Then, he was dispatched by the emperor to the outskirts of the capital city, and went to sweep the road along the street!

Only then did the ministers suddenly realize that the director of the sub-district office, which sounds like such a high-ranking official position, is to sweep the streets along the streets!

And then, when Wenwu Manchao thought of that 2B young man with dusty head and tears dripping down his face, no one dared to have any objection to Long Yutian personally welcoming the bride.

In fact, Long Yutian had already made a plan in his heart, since Rong'er could not be given the title of queen's wife, he would marry her back to the palace in a glorious manner according to the common people's wedding rules of being married by a bright matchmaker and carrying eight sedan chairs.

Let the entire harem know, let the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty know, and even let the whole world know.

She—Qian Rong'er—the adopted daughter of the Regent's Palace, Princess Tianrong, will be Long Yutian's wife who will never change in this life!

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On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the new year has just passed.

When the capital city was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the royal wedding party, beating gongs and drums, left the palace in a mighty way, and marched towards the Chenwang Mansion.

Rao may have witnessed with his own eyes when Long Muchen married Qian Duoduo, the mighty people, seeing the battle of the emperor's prestige, could not hold back their admiration: To be rich is to be willful!

The streets and alleys from the imperial palace to the Prince Chen's Mansion are covered with high-quality red silk. On the edge of the silk, there is an exquisite pattern of phoenix wings embroidered with gold thread. The gorgeous and noble appearance makes all the people want to pounce on it and cut it. The next piece, put it on your body, instead of letting the royal wedding procession trample under your feet, to marry the bride who is in front of you.