He even shed tears.
Aoshuang's eye circles also began to turn red.
No sadness, no anger, no heartache.
But it was Jun Aohan who seemed to be the most heartwarming to them.
"Why are everyone crying and looking sad on this big day?"
"No one is allowed to cry!"
Jun Aohan waved his hand.
"She doesn't like people crying the most. When she sees you like this, she will drive you all away!"
In his mind, the image of Ye Qingli with her hands on her hips slowly emerged, looking arrogant.
When I usually see her, she always has a frown on her face.
It seems that there is nothing serious to worry about.
Only in front of herself can she let go of all her baggage.
Wanton, indulgent...
He is happy to be her haven.
But now, he no longer has this chance...
"You all, come up and offer me a glass of wine. And your princess."
After saying that, he brought a chair and sat directly beside the coffin.
There is a jar of wine beside him.
Aofeng was the first to come up.
He picked up the punch bowl.
"I wish the master and the princess a happy marriage for a hundred years."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.
Jun Aohan also drank up the wine in the bowl.
Aoshuang walked up.
She choked and said, "May the master live forever."
"Um."
Jun Aohan drank dry again.
…
All the secret guards in black came over one by one to toast Jun Aohan.
Everyone, say a word of blessing.
Jun Aohan drank until his glass was dry.
After a while, he had drank all the three jars of wine.
However, his eyes were still extremely clear.
"Haha...you all should step back. Let me, the king, stay quietly with her for a while."
Everyone retreated.
In the empty lobby, only Jun Aohan was left.
And the coffin beside him.
The huge dragon and phoenix candle, as thick as an arm, kept burning, making a "cracking" sound.
Strips of red silk, tied with ribbons, make this place full of joy.
And in the joyful wedding hall, there was a man wearing a bright red wedding dress, and... a black coffin also tied with red silk.
There is nothing weirder than this in the world.
Jun Aohan didn’t care at all
He sat directly on the ground and patted the coffin with one hand.
"You didn't expect it, did you? You went around and around and finally married me."
"The King has long said that no matter life or death, you will always be the King's. At that time, you didn't believe it?"
"Did you reply to the letter this time?"
He was beside the coffin, talking nonchalantly.
It was as if he wanted to say all the things he had never finished saying in his life.
"If I had known earlier, I should have tied you tightly to my side the first time I met you. I would have been right not to let you go."
"As the old saying goes, if you don't take a beating for three days, you'll have to go to bed. I think you just deserve a beating, right?"
"I've been squatting in the palace with peace of mind, being my wife, wouldn't there be so many things?"
"You love to do so many tricks. If you had stayed with me honestly, wouldn't you be still alive and well now?"
He said confusedly.
Sometimes, I don’t even notice that I have repeated what I said.
"Fortunately, you have finally returned to me. I have already said that you will always be my king in this life."
"Now, I will tie you firmly to my side."
