However, it was already dawn, and the etiquette officials who were going to accompany the emperor and the empress to Liang Palace had also arrived.

Qian Shuang and Tu Shanyun had already made complete preparations. One was holding the cat and the other was holding the snake.

Everyone looked at Nie Fu'an very persistently and lovingly: Why don't you call the door yet?

Nie Fu'an: "..."

Don't I want to call the door?

I don't dare.

Who of you dares to come!

He also stubbornly stood in a stalemate with everyone. At worst, they would all end up together, no one was afraid of whom.

The north wind was howling, the snow was falling, and the ceremony officials had several layers of sweat on their heads, and they stepped forward hesitantly:

"Little Lord Nie, it's already getting late. Look..."

Nie Fu'an rolled his eyes angrily: "I know it even without looking."

"But the Emperor and the Empress have not left the temple for three days. It is the time of deep love. The door is right here. Please come."

The official took a step back silently, with rejection written all over his face.

It was as if the closed palace doors of the temple were filled with sharp knives that could kill people.

Nie Fu'an smiled coldly: "Humph."

"What's the fuss about?"

Squeak——

The door of the temple was suddenly opened from the inside, and everyone was startled by the sudden sound in the silence.

By the time they reacted, everyone had already kneeled to the ground subconsciously: "Greetings to the Emperor."

Yan Gui was wearing a black dress with red edges. Her long hair was tied lazily with only a ribbon and a bow on it.

It is crooked and twisted, and at first glance it is the masterpiece of the emperor and empress.

No one dared to look more and lowered their heads involuntarily, lest they smile too brightly and be beaten severely.

Others can ignore it, except Nie Fu'an.

After all, he was a puppet who had been tortured in front of the Emperor. He had never seen any scene before, so how could he laugh unless he couldn't help it.

He made an extremely distorted expression, forced a smile, and saluted:

"Emperor, today the Emperor and Empress have returned from three different dynasties. Look..."

Originally, the concubine did not say that she would return home. After all, once she entered the palace, the gate was as deep as the sea, and her family members were just passers-by from then on.

But if the emperor wants to go back and the emperor condones it, then no one dares to say anything.

Yan Gui nodded, turned around and walked into the temple again.

This was what it meant to let people in. Nie Fuan quickly turned around and waved to let people follow.

The first person to go in was the eunuch in charge of cleaning, followed by the palace maid carrying breakfast, and finally the etiquette officer in charge of this trip.

Taking advantage of the crowd, Nie Fu'an took advantage of the crowd and came to Yan Gui's side unprepared: "Emperor——"

Yan Gui glanced at him.

Nie Fu'an cleared his throat and said bravely, "Do you need Dr. Fu'an Xuan?"

Yan Gui: "?"

Nie Fu'an continued to gain courage and looked at his slightly pale profile: "I haven't seen him for three days, and the emperor has become a lot haggard..."

Yan Gui narrowed his eyes: "Nie Fu'an——"

"Floating is here."

"You can survive today only because of your luck."

Nie Fu'an: "..."

Isn't that right? Not only am I tough on life, I'm also tough on my head. How about that?

Qian Shuang and Tu Shanyun walked past them. They couldn't hold it back and laughed until they convulsed.

The ceremony officials were waiting outside the screen, and when they vaguely saw a beautiful figure inside, they did not dare to go in any further.

Everyone tidied up their clothes, knelt down in front of the screen and saluted: "Your Majesty, please see the Emperor and Empress."

"Get flat."

The emperor and empress also spoke in a lazy and feeble voice, which was completely different from her usual lively appearance.

Nie Fu'an twisted the corners of his eyes as he walked.

On the day of the wedding, when the son left the palace, he told the emperor that although the emperor and empress were good, they should not be greedy. It seemed that he did not listen at all.

Both of them are so weak, but they still don't ask the imperial doctor to check their pulse and replenish their bodies. Who knows who will suffer when they get older.

He walked around the screen, placed the food on one side of the wedding hall, and looked at Chen Yue in the mirror: "Emperor and Empress."

Chen Yue has already finished dressing up. Her hair is in a high bun and her fiery red phoenix skirt makes her look even more stunning.

She narrowed her eyes: "Have the gifts prepared for dads and everyone been loaded into the car?"

"Yes, we are ready. I respectfully invite the Second Saint to move."

"knew."

Chen Yue yawned lazily, casually touching the little monster in Qian Shuang's arms, and with a flick of her eyes, she saw a thousand kinds of charm:

"Hey, where's my sachet? Is it the one with the little gourd pattern?"

"Here."

Yan Gui walked in carrying a small sachet as big as a palm, the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowing:

"I reinstalled some herbs, the ones Ah Yue likes. Raise your hand -"

Chen Yue turned around and opened her two slender arms towards Yan Gui: "Brother Husband——"

It was so sweet that everyone trembled, their knees almost weakened, and they paid their respects on the spot.

Yan Gui smiled helplessly, knelt down in front of her, tied the sachet around Chen Yue's waist, and nodded her head:

"A naughty morning."

"Hey, my husband, brother, hug me."

Yan Gui bent down, raised his hand, picked her up horizontally, lowered his head and rubbed her head: "I'll sleep for a while on the way. My husband will call you when we get there."

"Okay."

The silhouettes of people are intertwined, and they are in harmony with each other. The young couple has their own barrier, excluding all the other people.

Everyone was as quiet as a chicken: "..."

Why don't we leave, otherwise the Emperor and the Empress will be bored to death before we can return to Liang Palace.

The two fathers waiting in Liang Palace soon discovered that in just three days, their daughter seemed to have lost all ability to walk, sit, and lie down.

With just a look, Yan Gui took care of everything for him, no matter how big or small it was.

Before the two of them got married, one of them had a murderous temper and the other had a knife-throwing temper. Now it's almost worse.

Bu Chen glanced at Su Qingyun, and both fathers showed expressions of satisfaction.

Although I didn't like this little brat in the past, the girl still insisted on getting married. Now it seems that she is getting married quite well.

It's just that the eyes of these two people are slightly depressed. It is said that these days, ahem...

Su Qingyun pushed Bu Chen, meaning that since you are a doctor, you should speak first.

Bu Chen: "..."

How can we talk about this kind of thing in public?

Just when he was hesitating, Chen Yue happily moved the gift in front of them:

"This belongs to the fairy daddy, this belongs to the rich daddy, the glamorous daddy and the general daddy haven't gone to court yet?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Chen quickly replied: "Yes, your beautiful father has returned to the throne, and there are still many things to deal with."

"The three kingdoms of Liang, Rong, and Di will soon conduct joint military training. Your general father and Princess Tang Jiao are both busy with this matter."

"But don't worry, they should be back in half an hour."

Chenyue yawned sleepily and said with a smile: "Tangtang, don't be in a hurry. Tangtang should talk to the two dads first."

Su Qingyun couldn't hold it back anymore and coughed lightly: "Tang, my sweet boy——"

"Although you are married, as a father, dad still has to criticize you."

Yan Gui, who was drinking tea, paused with his hands, and his cool eyes quickly glanced over.

Su Qingyun: "..."
Chapter completed!