Chapter 342

"Big marriage? Is it too fast? I haven't prepared myself yet." Gai Xiaoli suddenly stopped and shouted impatiently.

"You don't need to prepare, we are all ready for you." he smiled at her, turned his head and continued to lead the way.

Gai Xiaoli shrugged helplessly. How does it feel like a puppet controlled by people now?

He was taken to a hut full of white silk on all sides. Gai Xiaoli was manipulated and put on a pure white robe under the gaze of eight people.

Looking at the white robe, Gai Xiaoli sighed on his face. Is this going to get married or go to mourning? No one gets married and wears such a white robe. I can't stand it.

Everything was packed up, Wu Le handed it to one side and went straight. Gai Xiaoli glanced in the mirror and was really startled by his present self.

Is this still her? She had seen her beggar's face in the reflection of the river when she was in the folk before. She was completely two people now. Sure enough, people rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles, and monks rely on cassocks.

The little girl's make-up skills are great. She can really turn decay into magic.

decadent? In fact, this face is not rotten, it's just that I haven't seen it before.

Gai Xiaoli tilted his mouth, touched his face and said to himself, "it's so beautiful."

A few people on the side immediately gave advice, and several little servant girls even chuckled.

Yuebai came forward and pulled her away from the mirror: "you really make me speechless. Let's go quickly. Don't waste our time."

Gai Xiaoli turned to look at her and said with a smile to her: "I found that you are really busy. Every day I say that others delay your time. Don't do this. They will feel guilty."

Yuebai looked at her step back, touched her goose bumps and looked at her in horror: "don't talk to me like that again."

"Well, people don't say it, don't they say it's about to pass the auspicious hour? Let's go." with that, Gai Xiaoli went out and got into the wedding sedan under the leadership of Wu le.

Gai Xiaoli sat in the sedan chair. At first, he didn't adapt, but later he adapted to the bumping pace. On the contrary, he felt like making a trampoline. It was fun.

The sedan chair stopped at an extremely noisy place after only ten minutes.

Wu Le opened the curtain of the sedan chair and reached out to help gaixiaoli out of the sedan chair.

As soon as I get out of the car door, I'm silly. It's not like a big wedding. Looking at the white silk hanging around, it's completely a funeral.

Seeing her coming out, the originally noisy place suddenly became quiet.

They were lined up in two rows according to their official ranks, standing on both sides. Wu le and Xi Ge took Gai Xiaoli's left and right hands and led her slowly along the road to the main hall. Behind them were six witches in black.

Moving up the Phoenix steps layer by layer, Gai Xiaoli clearly saw the emperor standing there, also wearing a white robe, looking down at her... With an absolute upward attitude.

Strange, why does the emperor look so familiar?

In the gap where she tried hard to think where she had seen it, Xi Ge handed her right hand to the hand that the emperor had raised.

Wu le and Xi Ge retreated respectively. Gai Xiaoli's hand was tightly held by each other. She raised her head and looked at his arrogant eyes, with an inspiration in her heart.

Isn't this the pair of eyes she was knocked unconscious and brought to the palace, "God, my 100000 Liang, you still owe me 100000 Liang."

Several witches close behind him heard gaixiaoli's words and squeezed a cold sweat for him. The saint dared to say anything. Unexpectedly, she told the emperor that she owed her silver when she got married.

Xuanyuan Mu Chen's face was cold, but for a moment he changed into a smile: "this matter will be discussed later."

Thinking of what he was doing now, Gai Xiaoli nodded clearly, but his eyes were full of RMB symbols.

Xuanyuan Muchen led her hand to the highest altar. The eight witches later stood in a circle around the altar, hand in hand, closed their eyes and recited something.

Xuanyuan Mu Chen turned his head to gai Xiaoli. The smile on his mouth became cold, but his eyes showed a infatuated smile when he looked at the witch behind her.

Gai Xiaoli felt Xuanyuan Muchen's eyes and turned to look at him. Seeing her head turn around, Xuanyuan Muchen turned his eyes to her. At that moment, they looked at each other, and Gai Xiaoli read tenderness from his eyes.

In return for courtesy, Gai Xiaoli nodded to the other party, smiled softly, and pretended that she would.

Xuanyuan Muchen saw her smile. The smile on her face instantly turned into a cold face. Don't turn your head, close your eyes and accept the curse and blessing of the eight witches.

Gai Xiaoli was stunned for a moment. What does this man mean? He smiled so gently the day he pulled out the holy sword. Now he seems to have seen his enemy. It's really speechless and lazy to pay attention to him.

After the worship ceremony, Xuanyuan Muchen took her down to accept the worship of all officials.

All the ceremonies were over, and he took her hand and went into their bridal chamber.

The wedding was much simpler than expected. After entering the bridal chamber, the slaves knelt down and retreated one after another.

There were only two people left in the whole room. Gai Xiaoli was relieved at last.

"When I saw you on the holy mountain that day, I thought you must be rich or expensive. Unexpectedly, you were the emperor." Gai Xiaoli's dogleg said words of praise. In fact, that day, she only thought of ten thousand liang of gold. How can she have the mind to see what is not rich or expensive.

"So?" Xuanyuan Muchen lifted his robe and sat down at the table.

"So, the rich and expensive emperor in Xuanyuan country will give me the gold, right?" Gai Xiaoli also sat opposite him and asked for money.

Xuanyuan Mu Chen smiled coldly: "of course, but my queen is really strange. Why does she keep mentioning 10000 liang of gold but not promote the class?"

"Rising class?" Gai Xiaoli couldn't remember what it meant.

"It was clearly written in my announcement that those who can pull out the holy sword will be promoted to a higher class in addition to 10000 liang of gold."

"Yes, yes, I remember. I was originally a ninth class civilian. How many grades can you give me?"

Xuanyuan Mu Chen sneered and raised his left lip: "because you married me, you are no longer a humble ninth class civilian, but a third class royal family.

And your queen's throne is far more than 100000 liang of silver. According to the truth, should you find me a lot of silver? "

Gaixiaoli's face turned black and kept blinking his eyes.

Grandma's, that's putting her in? Not only did you not get the silver, but you became in debt? Is there such a calculation? Who owes who now?

"I think it's time for a good liquidation. The queen said, when are you going to find me silver? Your throne will be calculated according to ten million liang of gold for the time being."

Ten... Ten million liang? My ancestors, I can't afford to live a thousand years.