MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 36 Princess Wedding (1)

036 Princess Wedding (1)

The ninth prince left, and all the subordinates also retreated. When the door was closed, the wind blown in blew out the candlelight, and he waved his hand to signal that he did not need to hold the light again.

The last ray of light was isolated and the room was dark. Zongzheng leaned against the chair couch without moving, holding a cup of tea that was already so cold, the cold temperature of the cup penetrated directly into the heart through the skin of the fingertips, turning into boundlessness Loneliness spread endlessly.

The words of Lao Jiu were like a dull hammer, which struck on his heart. The issues he had never faced were all in front of him at this moment.

Why does he have to be her? When she touches another woman, she will resist so much, but she alone makes him want to approach unconsciously?

He did not intend to marry a wife in his life, but when he accidentally thought of her life in the future, he felt that life was not all fun; but it was a tool that he used up. Why did he find her so anxious, and even used the whole No hidden house? Only two days later, her disappearance had left his heart empty and helpless.

what is this?

He closed his eyes, his mind was full of the pale face of the woman, and the ironic cool smile that appeared from the corner of his mouth after learning the truth, and the strong look of her injury covering her eyes ... He didn't see it, but ignored it, and finally buried it in the softest part of his heart.

The rain fell all night, and Li Lili's voice came in from the closed window. At dawn, he leaned on the soft couch and fell asleep. There was fatigue in the eyebrows. The cup of herbal tea in his palm was still there, a drop Did not move.

Seeing no movement in the room, the director of Wuyou Pavilion ordered people to wait outside the door, so as not to be disturbed by people coming in, but could not stand the voice of the 9th prince. "Seven brother ..." He shouted from the door of Wuyou Pavilion.

Zong Zheng frowned without worry, and opened his eyes, with a few red bloodshots in his eyes. There was a "shh" from the outside, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Her Highness Nine, don't shout, Lord Wang hasn't got up yet."

Where will the nine princes listen to them? Just push the door open and yell: "Seven brother, what time is it, why are you still asleep?" He went into the room to see Zongzheng and he was still worried and slightly tired. For a moment, he laughed and laughed: "Qi brother, wouldn't you just sleep for the night you thought about Li Yue? This is not like my seventh brother!"

Zong Zheng Wuyou's body froze slightly, and he got up and gave him a sideways glance. The ninth prince hurriedly rephrased: "My seventh brother is like a heavenly man, and he sees money ... no, not women, how can it be a small woman who is worried about sleeping and sleeping? Right? Seven brothers? Want to think I miss you too, hehe ... "

Zong Zheng looked at him with a flat smile, and exaggerated movements, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

The ninth prince came to him and said, "It's really lively at the General's Mansion. It's raining. There is no shortage of ministers. All of them are here. The gift-giving people are all lined up from Beicheng to Nancheng. Now. "

Zong Zheng worry-free raised his eyes and said nothing. After washing, the steward quickly brought a warm breakfast, and Zong Zheng waved his hands without worry, and had no appetite. Then he glanced at Prince Nine, and said lightly, "It is for you to look for someone, not for you to see lively."

The ninth prince sat down and pursed his lips and said, "I'm looking for someone to take a look. It's really cheap this time. The prince's wedding is not as big as him, and nothing else, just look at the father's reward. , Princess Rongle's dowry, and gifts from ministers, hey ... "

Zong Zheng took a sip of tea from the newly offered tea and listened to the sourness in the tone of Lao Jiu, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why, you regret it?"

The ninth prince raised an eyebrow and said, "I regret not having it, but ... if Princess Rong Lechang looks like Li Yue, it would be nice to marry it back, but it's a good deal of money and wealth!"

Zong Zheng glanced at him worry-free, there is only one Aman in this world! He casually said, "Similar stature, if it looks the same again, wouldn't it ..." Isn't it a person? He didn't finish this sentence, and he stopped his mouth suddenly, and there was a quick stroke in his mind.

"Seven brother, you ..." The nine emperor had changed his face before he saw what he said, and when he asked, he raised his hand to stop it.

Zongzheng slowly stood up and walked to the window. Large drops of water from the eaves rippled in the rain, and the previous traces were hidden by the arrival of the next drop of water before the waves began to flow. Zong Zheng had a worry-free thought, and his brain was instantly clear.

In the bathroom of the General's Mansion, it was the only brief moment when Princess Rongle disappeared from his sight. When he followed, Fu Zhao quickly lifted the curtain off, and the entire bathroom was glanced at, giving a kind of I can't hide the illusion. However, what he saw was Princess Rongle plucking water in the pool with her hands. Why did she do this? Is the water just a glance at the hot spring? Why should her princess of her own country fiddle with the water that has not been cleaned after bathing to test the temperature? Unless ... the person who had just dived into the pool entered the waves and needed to cover up.

Sure enough, she was so careful that she played a trick under his nose to change the world! But why did Princess Rongle spare no effort to help her? One is the princess of Qiyun Kingdom, and the other is the descendants of Qiyun Kingdom ... all of them are from Qiyun Kingdom!

Zong Zheng closed his eyes without worry, and rarely thought about a certain thing.

In the hall of Yiqing, she once said, "No worries, if ... I mean if, if I am Princess Rongle Chang, you ..." She did not finish the tentative sentence, he only treated her as an ordinary woman He wanted to test his mind. At the dinner, she drifted with thoughts.

By the hot spring pool, she said, "No worries, if ... I am going to marry someone, will you be happy for me?"

Something gradually surfaced, shaking him, his heart hurt, and he suddenly opened his eyes and couldn't think any more. When he turned around, his voice was inconceivably anxious, and he asked, "Lao Jiu, when you come here, can the Princess Qiyun's sedan go to the General's Mansion?"

The ninth prince froze and didn't understand how he asked about this, but still replied: "At this hour, we should almost worship."

His words did not fall, Zongzheng worry-free people had gone out, and the ninth prince quickly called out, "Seven brother, where are you going?"

The answer to him was the whistling wind left by Zongzheng's worry-free white clothes.

The rain was getting heavier and there was no stopping at all, but this did not affect the carriage pedestrians swarming to the north city.

On the wide road from Nancheng to Beicheng, the big red silk welcoming party marched forward slowly and misty. Some people have said that marriage in this kind of rainy weather is very unlucky, but the marriage was performed by the emperor himself Who dares to disagree?

Sitting calmly in the spacious and gorgeous carriage, listening to the raindrops slamming on the body, as if the sound of a dream was broken.

Because of the rain, Fu Tu was inconvenienced to ride a horse and took a carriage with her, sitting opposite her, in a casual and chic posture.

The scarlet hijab blocked her vision, and she could only see the robe of the man on the opposite side, as well as the slender and strong hands resting on his knees. Those hands will lead her into the marriage prison. She could feel his eyes falling on her as if looking for something. 2k novel reading network