For an emperor, the preparations for a wedding can be said to be extremely complicated. And the bureaucrats responsible for etiquette and diplomacy in the New Imperial Alliance were happy to show off their usefulness and stretched out the list of processes like a show of skill.

In order to make up for Ji Zhi, Zuo Wu was also happy to see that the arrangement was as complicated as possible.

But the process became complicated, which meant that Zuo Wu didn't go through the process list from beginning to end. Until now, he finally realized that he knew almost nothing about the ritual in which he was the protagonist.

Just "almost". Zuo Wu had at least met with the ceremonial bureaucrats a few times to raise supplies for this ceremony, and also approved their application to use several warehouses.

One day when Zuo Wu felt itchy, he quietly sneaked into such a warehouse to find out what was going on.

The warehouse was originally dark.

But after Zuo Wu turned on a certain switch, he was dazzled by countless silks and satins that suddenly poured out.

In the current situation where the Milky Way is in ruins and supplies are in short supply, it is impossible to use real wealth gold foil for weddings. All these golden colors come from the new achievements of the scientific research team, which is a projection creation that consumes very little energy but is extremely realistic.

Every inch of light projected by each projection has undergone careful attention by the bureaucrats. Being in it was like a dream, and Zuo Wu almost couldn't tell where the boundary between reality and illusion was.

Then, Zuo Wu wandered around in this illusion for a long time, thinking that there would be no real thing in it after all, but he accidentally touched something.

It's a wedding dress.

The wedding dress I planned to put on my mother-in-law on that special day.

It was the only real thing among countless illusions. Zuo Wu paused in front of it for a long time, and he actually saw something.

You don’t have to worry about the wedding dress not fitting Ji Zhi, even if she is a rare centaur girl. When Ji Zhi usually hangs out in various starships, her body data has long been recorded by various observation mechanisms, even the most mysterious weight

I was also told that the pressure on the floor was down to micrograms.

This is just a regular surveillance method of the starship. Everyone is recorded, no one is an exception. The data was retrieved with the consent of Centaur Niang herself. Zuo Wu was not concerned about this, but another matter——

The wedding dress is gorgeous and fits Ji Zhi's body. It is embellished with silk and satin, which can highlight the strength of Ji Zhi's body on the bottom and the softness of her body on the top. Wearing it, she will definitely become the only one on that day.

heroine.

But there seemed to be some subtle problems with its style. Zuo Wu thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what the problem was. Until he walked to the entrance of the warehouse and turned off the master control switch of these projection creations, letting all illusions be darkened.

Only when he was enveloped did he find an idea.

Then.

Zuo Wu silently opened the photo album of Vision and found his most precious folder.

In the folder was the day when he and Ai Shanshan got married. On that primitive planet, Siren also put on a wedding dress. Her fingertips held the hem of the skirt, feeling awkward and nervous, but she was also smiling silly, her smile was left

Wu filmed it, froze it, and would take it out from time to time to reflect on the original.

Ai Shanshan's wedding dress was made casually. Whether it was the sleeves, skirt, or decoration on the chest, everything was made of materials made by Siren according to her preferences.

But now.

The Siren's spontaneity was refined into formal rules by the bureaucrats and became a tangible etiquette recorded in the books.

So now, when the wedding dress was prepared for Ji Zhi in the warehouse, all the details were derived from these etiquettes. It is no wonder that Zuo Wu felt that this style was a bit subtle, after all, it was absolutely similar to the original Aishanshan.

That's all.

But this "unparalleled kind" is full of intentional "deterioration".

——The length of the skirt is slightly shorter than that of Ai Shanshan, and the luster of the gems on the chest has also been reduced a little. Everything seems to be shorter than that of Ai Shanshan, and everything reminds Ma Niang and the regime.

There is a distinction between high and low real queens.

This is the most real place in this warehouse full of dreams and illusions, it is so real that it is chilling.

Even Zuo Wu, who discovered this, had no position to vent his grievances. If you look closely, isn't the source of this difference still in yourself?

I allowed the establishment of a department responsible for etiquette in the New Imperial Alliance, and I also enjoyed the courtesy of the bureaucrats. All of this is the power brought to me by etiquette. Even the weight of the profession of "Emperor" relies mostly on this so-called

Etiquette is maintained.

Isn't etiquette used to distinguish between high and low status, superior and inferior?

Now, it's just that the distinction between superior and inferior has finally returned to the people closest to me. As the most direct vested interest in "etiquette", do I really have the qualifications to criticize it and deny it?

Figure this out.

Zuo Wu felt that the illusion in the warehouse was so real and scary that he could only close the door as if it was a hot hand. Later, every time he saw Ji Zhi trying on new clothes and every time he cast an expectant look at the warehouse, he would feel a lump in his throat.

But he couldn't say anything.

Zuo Wu originally thought that the fish bone stuck in his throat would eventually heal together with the wound it caused, becoming a hidden wound that could never be improved, or a debt that he only cared about.

But the joke of fate cleverly eliminated it.

It's Xiao Hui.

Since all the materials and projection creations prepared by the bureaucrats were no longer needed, Xiao Hui naturally took on all the management. She didn't care about etiquette and rules, and the clothes she gave Ji Zhi's mimicry were all made according to her preferences.

Xiao Hui may not be a very good tailor.

I realized that the wedding dress that Ji Zhi put on was a little tight, which made her walk a little awkward; and the sleeves were too wide, covering her fingertips and hanging down, as if they were worn wrongly.

Local tassels.

But Ji Zhi was extremely satisfied.

She felt Zuo Wu's gaze, looked back generously, and turned around again, as if she wanted everything about her to fall into Zuo Wu's eyes, so that he could see clearly and remember clearly.

Generous and sassy.

Only the slight blush on the centaur's face betrayed her true mood. The blush looked even more alluring under the glow of the whitening firelight at the dragon's mouth.

Looking at it, Zuo Wu also laughed, activated his vision, recorded Ji Zhi's current expression, and put it in that precious folder.

Of course, it is completely parallel to Ai Shanshan's original awkwardness and shyness.

Now.

There are many software that can send out warnings when one is being photographed. Naturally, Ji Zhi knew what Zuo Wu was doing.

Then, from a distance, Ji Zhi turned to Wu Xiaoxiao and frowned: "How can one picture be enough? I want a few more!"

After saying that, Centaur Niang wanted to pose, so she would start with the simplest one. Then she raised her hand and wanted to do a scissors hand gesture to Zuo Wu.

Only when she raised her hand, the over-long sleeves still covered her fingers. It wasn't until Zuo Wu finished taking the photo that Ji Zhi realized it. She looked at the sleeves and was fascinated.

In the end, Ji Zhi couldn't help but start laughing, but she was obviously laughing so much that she was holding her stomach tightly, but she still suppressed her laughter and kept herself quieter.

Xiao Hui was nervous for a while. She had just started to modify the tightness of Ji Zhi's skirt. At this moment, she quickly raised her head and said, "Uh-huh, sorry, sorry, the waist part doesn't fit well?!"

"No, Miss Gray, no," Ji Zhi slowly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I'm afraid that if I laugh too wildly, I'll wake myself up."

She looked at Zuo Wu again, fascinated: "Look at me, everything around me now seems to be something that can only be seen in dreams. I'm really afraid that if I speak too loudly, I will wake up and find that everything is in vain."

Zuo Wu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Ji Zhi had already raised her hands, intending to open her mouth to Zuo Wu, but in the end, she tightly covered her own mouth.

Her crescent-shaped eyes were originally smiling, but at this moment she could no longer hold back the surge of tears. And her voice, along with the voice of her heart, surged down and overflowed from her fingers:

"Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me such a wonderful dream. Oh, no, no..."

She opened her eyes, her eyelashes were covered with salt crystals from her tears, and she breathed in, as if she had gained great courage: "After today, can I also call you...my...husband?"

Just like Ai Shanshan. She asked herself the last sentence in her heart. She didn't say it out loud. There was no need to say it out loud.

Xiao Hui smacked his tongue, floated up slightly until his eyes were level with Ji Zhi's, and wiped her face carelessly: "What a wonderful day, to cry like this, huh, how shameless."

Ji Zhi just shook his head, waved Xiao Hui away slightly apologetically, and still looked at Zuo Wu, as if waiting for his answer.

For her, it may be the most important answer in her life.

Xiao Hui spread her hands and left. She still had unfinished arrangements.

Zuo Wu breathed in gently, only to find that he raised his head and looked around again.

On the other side of the dragon's mouth, the scorching light that will undoubtedly bring destruction is still moving closer to here and away from here with the tug of the two gravitational fields of Liaoyuan and Jingfu.

Farther away, there are countless dim light points swaying. These light points are the light rising from the body of the giant dragon. Although they are dim, none of them are covered by the blazing whiteness of the star fragments. None of them are extinguished, and they are unknown.

of squirming.

Della, who was still weak, wanted to lean on the inner wall with the light spots emerging, but was knocked down several times by its squirming. After several attempts of refusing to admit defeat, the insect girl finally managed to reach the squirming wall.

Stand firm forward.

Creeping.

Everything reminded Zuo Wu that he was in the mouth of this huge beast.

Not far away.

The Great Khan was still observing everything with great interest, playing with the emotional light curtain that kept flowing towards the black ball at his feet. Sometimes, he would completely turn his body into a ball of gas clinging to the black ball, as if

Listen to the fetal movement of the divine spirit that belongs to the prairie fire inside the infinite divine machine.

Everything reminds Zuo Wu that now is not a good time to hold a wedding. The danger is still imminent and everyone is still in danger.

The wriggling light spots and blazing white fragments shone with light, making Zuo Wu feel like he was back in a room full of projection creations, facing those man-made falsehoods.

But it happened that Centaur Niang shed real tears at this moment.

Zuo Wu gritted his teeth, and the emotional light leaking from his body became thicker and thicker. Various colors were mixed with each other, and even he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
To be continued...