Chapter 508： Put on the wedding gown and be married in the boudoir

She just wanted to see him once, back to the night they got married, just once.

Let her remember once, let her scene reappear once.

enough.

"Taking this afternoon." Xia Weibao said weakly.

His eyes wandered, afraid to look into his eyes.

"Okay, I'll arrange it. You put on makeup first."

"Mr. Lu..."

Seeing him turning around to leave, Xia Weibao stopped him, and stopped talking.

Lu Hualiang chuckled and stroked her head.

Did not speak.

Xia Weibao felt even more guilty.

He is so smart, he must have guessed it.

But still cooperate with her.

Suddenly I felt blocked, full of sourness.

The Lu Garden is very large, and there is a water center pavilion in the back mountain, with a small bridge next to it, and a rockery, which is antique.

It's very suitable for taking pictures of this ancient style.

So Xia Weibao chose to shoot there.

The photographer first went to the scene to see which angle is the best.

And she put on makeup in the room.

Lu Hualiang has arranged everything for her. The makeup artist and stylist are all top-notch.

At her request, she made a hairstyle exactly the same as when she was married.

The beaded crown pulls the hair, and the first crescent.

Fragrant cheek snow, peach blossom muscle, scented lotion, carmine.

The concubine lowered her eyes in shame.

Looking at herself in the mirror again putting on her wedding gown.

As in the past, the boudoir is waiting to be married.

Xia Weibao's nose is sour.

In those days, Luan and Feng mingled together, and there was a lot of joy.

Nowadays, they are alone, and things are different.

She raised her head and forced her sour tears back.

Don’t cry, today’s makeup is so beautiful, absolutely don’t cry.

The makeup artists around all looked at each other and didn't understand what was wrong with her.

Xia Weibao took a few deep breaths and swallowed back that lonely heartache.

Then got up and walked to the back mountain.

The moment she appeared, everyone was amazed.

All the servants in Lu Yuan opened their mouths slightly.

Although they knew that their young wife was beautiful, she never thought that she, wearing a red wedding gown and bridal makeup, was so beautiful that she was unforgettable.

A joy and an anger, the beauty is suffocating.

She is the kind of person who belongs to the history, and it is not an exaggeration to make you think that the ancient emperors want beauties and don't want people.

The beacon show lords is no joke.

She shouldn't be here. This inherently classical atmosphere is incompatible with the current urbanization.

Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, the Sixth Palace has no color.

Xia Weibao was embarrassed by others.

Wearing this suit, she seemed to be back a thousand years ago, embarrassed to be married.

A little timid, but a little shy.

"President Lu."

At this moment, I don't know who called, Xia Weibao's body stiffened slightly.

Turning around slowly, he saw Lu Hualiang had also changed his clothes, standing behind her at this time.

The moment she saw the man, she suddenly covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes without anxiousness.

"emperor……"

The familiar to heart-wrenching title overflowed from the blushing lips, light and fluttering like a plume of smoke.

Blow in this breeze.

No one heard it, but like a heavy hammer, it passed through her heart fiercely.

Like.

It's so alike.

Back then, her emperor was dressed like this and married her in court.

On the night of the bridal chamber, he took the hi-pole and gently raised her red hijab.

The red floor covering his eyes, what caught his eye was his handsome and handsome appearance.

It was exactly the same as Lu Hualiang now.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, a modern person in such a modern city has a sense of disobedience to dress like this.

But in her opinion, it was her dog emperor who passed through.