The rebellion with Wang didn't even agitate, and was quickly suppressed.

He Wang and the rebellious partisans were detained, and the ceremony continued.

The ministers stood up tremblingly, patted the dust off their bodies, fixed their official hats, and continued to bow their heads.

"Li Cheng!" the ceremonial officer sang loudly.

The ministers breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly left the palace after the empress's sedan chair left.

They hadn't seen the face of the empress at all before, and hoped that the emperor would not settle accounts afterwards.

If they were punished for a trivial matter, how could they be a Mingjun?

However, the facts always give them a slap in the face.

After the emperor’s wedding was off for three days, Yong Jing presented the emperor’s sins and edicts in various places in Dayong, and then liquidated the family that had previously collaborated with the king to rebel.

After all this was dealt with, the harem was declared abolished.

Of course Baiguan didn't agree. There was one or even several women in their family waiting to be sent to the palace.

Abolish the harem? Don't even think about it.

As a result, those who made the most fierce noise were all slapped off official hats.

Some officials said that the queen was the reincarnation of Humei, with a charming appearance.

Then the next day, even before lunch, the officials received news that the emperor had named the queen the queen of Chunyi, and the imperial decree still carried a series of praises.

Regarding these gorgeous rhetoric in the imperial edict, the **** doesn't care whether others believe it or not, anyway, he does not believe it.

After all, when he got the imperial decree in the imperial study room, the extremely noble empress was sitting on the dragon chair, letting the emperor pinch her feet.

Of course, this is a story.

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Yong Jing and Rong Huang left Taitan Hall to Yuan'an Hall.

Because he was too disgusted with the sleeping halls where the emperors lived in the past, Yong Jing did not move, and still lived in Yuan'an Palace with Rong Huang.

Now the wedding room is also located in Yuan'an Temple.

Before Rong Huang jumped off the sedan chair, he was picked up by Yong Jing and strode towards the main hall of Yuan'an Temple.

"Yong Jing what are you doing?" Rong Huang was startled, and slapped Yong Jing's back with a slap, making the faces of the palace people who followed him pale.

The empress empress is as bold as ever.

Yong Jing didn't care at all, or was thinking about other more important things, "Of course we are getting married today in the bridal chamber."

Rong Huang became angry and stretched out his hand to pull at Yong Jing's golden hair crown, "Yong Jing, you are not reserved at all!"

There were smiles in Yong Jing's eyes, and he kicked open the door of the main hall.

We all have daughters-in-law, so what do we have to do with restraint?

Xu didn't like to hold Rong Huang horizontally, and moved one hand down a little bit, and directly hugged Rong Huang in his arms like a child, "I always don't like to be reserved."

Yong Jing put Rong Huang lightly on the bed covered with a bright red quilt, leaned over to Rong Huang's ears, his breath was scorching hot, "Listen to Mother Yun, you have been reading the painting book with me on your back these days. What's the name here?"

Rong Huang blinked and refused to admit it, "I am not talking nonsense without you."

Yong Jing didn't know where to pull out a pamphlet, and he was quite patient, "It's still early, let's study it first."

What to study?

Rong Huang lowered his eyes to look at the cover, and the bold and enlarged "Thirty-Six Form" was dazzlingly printed on the cover.

Rong Huang: "..." A beast!

Rong Huang didn't even think about it, a white light flashed, and only a small white fox was left on Da Hongxi's blanket.

Yong Jing's expression was stunned for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth evoked a dangerous arc.

Rong Huang wouldn't listen to Yong Jing's words, he wanted to jump under the bed when he twisted his body.

As soon as the man's long arm was pulled over, Rong Huang didn't have time to stretch out his claws, and a cold and distant voice came from above his head, "Cub, where do you want to run?"

Rong Huang stiffened, and raised his head to look at the man behind him.

"Phoenix disease?" Rong Huang looked at the man, his tail was already subconsciously exploding.

Something flashed through the man's cold eyes, his slender fingertips lightly tapped Rong Huang's eyebrows, and another white light flashed, and the little girl with milky white and tender skin appeared in the man's arms.

"Thirty-six style?" The man's long and narrow eyes seemed to have a faint smile, and he pointed to one of the pages, "Then try this."

The red curtains fell down, and the silver hooks on both sides of the curtains rang crisply.