"The edict said: I heard that Zhao Nuan, the granddaughter of Yong'an Hou, is skillful and generous, outstanding in appearance, and I am very happy to hear it, and the eighth son of the emperor, Li, is a weak crown in the same year, and is suitable for marriage. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info value Zhao Nuan to treat the word boudoir, and the eighth son of the emperor can be called a heavenly design, for the beauty of the beauty, you will be matched with the eighth son of the emperor as a concubine. All etiquette will be handled jointly by the Ministry of Rites and the Qintian Supervisor, and the marriage will be completed on a good day.

"The announcement is made at home and abroad, and the salty envoy hears it.

"Chin this"

Yan Xiaoqi raised her head in a daze and looked at the eunuch who was delivering the decree, why did she feel that she didn't understand at all!

"Zhao Nuan, come here to receive the order." The father-in-law who passed the decree seemed to be a little dissatisfied with her reaction, and the tone was extraordinarily long when he received the decree.

"Thank you, Lord Long." was pushed again and again by the old lady beside her, but her heart was getting heavier and heavier, so she could only bow astringently, get up and take the holy decree.

Only, who can tell her why she was given marriage? Li Tong, the eighth son of the emperor? That guy who wants her life, really doesn't want to let her go?

Yan Xiaoqi's heart was cold, and in the sudden change in the face of Mrs. Hou Shizi of Anping, her body softened and fell to the ground. The maid beside her hurriedly called someone to carry her to the hall, and a ritual was interrupted by this holy decree, and ended with the person in a coma.

At this time, no one cares whether this ceremony is solemn, whether the guests are decent enough, and whether Yan Xiaoqi's posture is dignified enough.

With this decree of marriage, nothing matters.

Mrs. Shizi's face was unhappy, and she only looked at the old lady quietly and waited for an explanation.

The old lady's face became extra thick at this moment, and she stepped forward with a smile: "It's windy outside, let's go to the house and sit down and have a cup of tea to warm up." ”

The ladies and ladies who had heard some news all listened to the conversation between the two with their ears open, but after all, the old lady was old and had eaten more salt particles, so she blocked the visits of others with a smile.

The Xu family will also be confused, if the seventh girl marries the prince, what will her Wen'er do? Isn't it destined to be compared to a concubine?

Restless, she was not even in the mood to greet the guests who came to watch the ceremony, so she patiently sent the last guest away, so she hurried to the old lady's room, but was stopped by the big maid in front of the door.

"Second lady, the black tea in front of the hall has just been brewed, you can drink some tea and take a break."

Who wants to drink tea, Xu roared in his heart, looked at the curtain with fire-breathing eyes, and for a while, he still sat obediently in the hall and waited for the result.

In the room, in the bronze incense burner with turquoise inlaid in both ears, Nana was hooking an incense thread, and the brazier in the corner, the silk carbon in it suddenly made a subtle popping sound, making the two people looking at each other look away.

"Qiaozhen, you also know the difficulties in our house, and besides, this holy decree was asked for by the eighth prince himself, and we can't take care of the prince's affairs, right?

"The second boy of your family is a good boy, but it's a pity that our little seven don't have the blessing to marry into your house.

"She is weak now, and I am also thinking out of selfishness that if she marries into the royal family, she will be able to ask for a doctor when she is sick in the future."

The old lady didn't say it explicitly, but Mrs. Shizi already understood the meaning of her words, that sick body, she couldn't do anything when she married back, and she had to offer it like a bodhisattva, so what was marrying a daughter-in-law.

It's just that how should the son explain? Mrs. Shizi had a headache, originally she didn't agree, but she couldn't help her son's repeated obsession and relented. Now that the decree of marriage has been issued, I am afraid that my son will not be able to endure it.

Looking at the old lady's earnest face, Mrs. Shizi suddenly lost any thoughts, and got up and went back to the house after a few words.

When Yan Xiaoqi woke up, it was completely dark, and there was only one gauze lamp left in the room, and she raised her arm, and she felt very tired.

"Miss, are you awake?" Lu Ping, who was sitting by the lamp and was concentrating on sewing socks, heard the sound, quickly put away her things, and walked over to help Yan Xiaoqi sit up.

"The doctor said that you are fine, but you are in a hurry, and you will recover in a few days of rest."

Being able to be assigned to the prince should be the most eagerly awaited thing for all women in the boudoir, but they have been by Yan Xiaoqi's side for a long time, and Luping and they all know that Yan Xiaoqi doesn't like that arrangement, so they thoughtfully didn't mention it.

Thinking of the will to give marriage, Yan Xiaoqi's chest was suffocated, he knew that this was the case, it was better to promise Yasuda, at least, that guy would not want her life.

Recuperated for a week, just in time for a small year, Yan Xiaoqi still couldn't help but go out of the house to go to the Taoist temple, although the small courtyard where she lived before has been cleaned, but it still has a sense of empty coldness, the room has been uninhabited, vacant for too long, cold and biting.

She tightened her cloak and walked towards Xi Yu's courtyard, and was stopped by the little disciple as soon as she reached the door.

"Master, the Lord is in retreat, and no one is allowed to enter."

"I have something important to see the master, can't I get through?" Yan Xiaoqi was a little anxious in his heart, before the three books were sent to the mansion with the holy decree, and it was said that Qin Tianjian had already chosen the specific date of marriage.

Could it be that when the time comes, can he really be like what he said in Zhao Xing's study, and would rather die than get on the sedan chair?

"Before the retreat, the Lord repeatedly explained that no one was allowed to enter and disturb him." The little disciple was also a little embarrassed when he looked at Yan Xiaoqi, but thinking that in the past six months, there had been silence in the courtyard, and he didn't dare to let people in.

Yan Xiaoqi, who was stopped out, shouted unwillingly towards the door: "Master, I am Xiaoqi, I have something urgent to see you." ”

The voice echoed inside and outside the courtyard, for a long time, the courtyard was still as empty as before, Yan Xiaoqi drooped his shoulders, and could only turn around and go back to his courtyard.

There was still a week left before the New Year, and she had made up her mind to try it every day, and she was really unwilling to go home like this.

"Don't waste your efforts, once Xi Yu starts retreat, don't think he will be out of the retreat if he doesn't have ten or eight years." Li Lan, who rushed over after hearing the news, squinted her eyes, and her face was as superior as ever.

Yan Xiaoqi didn't bother with the question of her title, and he didn't care about her tone and attitude: "The master said that he was just in retreat, and it won't be that long." ”

"Heh~" Li Lan looked her up and down, a little incredulous: "Are you really stupid or pretending, you know that people like them sometimes spend hundreds or ten years in retreat, and for them, it is just a snap of a finger, which is naturally considered a short pass." ”

Is that so? Yan Xiaoqi looked at the closed door in disbelief.

Decade! The grass on her grave is tall.

There was no need to stay, Yan Xiaoqi returned to the mansion with two maids that afternoon, and she was depressed before she had time to fall ill again, and heard the news from her subordinates that the five girls were going to marry into the Anping Marquis Mansion.

Yasuda wants to marry Zhao Wen? Thinking of the picture of the two of them standing together, she inexplicably felt very discordant.

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