"Miss, wake up, miss." The man on the bed gathered the quilt, lifted his eyelids, and fell asleep again.

"Miss, the pride of the Yanwang Mansion is coming soon, and it will be too late if you don't get up."

Yun Muxi narrowed a small gap, and it was pitch black outside, and it was clearly night.

"What time is it?"

Said lazily.

Hearing that Miss finally had a reaction and continued to shake, "Miss, it's already the third watch."

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"Did the rooster crow?"

"Miss, are you sleepy, the chicken only crows on the fourth watch, and now it's only the third watch, and there are still two hours left."

Qingmei smiled.

"Who do you say are confused, it's really getting bolder, the chickens don't crow, what are you doing so early, you don't sleep in the middle of the night"

The drowsiness has been taken away by Qingmei's girl, even if she used to go to work, she didn't get up so early.

Aomei asked someone to bring in the wooden barrel, and the barrel was full of rose petals.

"Miss, take a bath first"

Qingmei reached out to take off Yun Muxi's clothes.

"Wait a minute, you go out, I'll come by myself"

She was still used to taking a shower by herself, and she always felt a little strange to have someone standing next to her.

Qingmei snickered, it turned out that Miss was shy, "Miss, Qingmei wash cleanly, today is your big day, you can't be sloppy"

Suspect I can't wash clean?

I've been bathing myself for 25 years, and I can't wash it clean!

Just kidding, "Rest assured, trust my technique"

Yun Muxi said speechlessly.

Seeing Yun Muxi so persistent, he had no choice but to close the door and retreat.

This bath water is really special, the pink flower bones, it should have just been picked not long ago, and there is a faint fragrance, the ancients will also enjoy it, no wonder those rich girls are all skinlike cream, how could she have such treatment in the petal bath before, a rose is 10 yuan, and such a day is also comfortable.

"Okay, no, miss"

It wasn't until Qingmei urged outside the door that she realized that she was asleep.

Dirty clothes, underwear, outerwear, after a long time, I don't know how many I worn, I just feel that my limbs are no longer my own, and I am full of **.

"How many pieces of green plum I've worn?"

"Miss, this is the eleventh item, and the last one is missing."

Qingmei beckoned, "Flowers, come over and help pull this side, tie the belt tighter"

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"Tightened! I feel like I'm already very tight, I can't breathe."

Yun Muxi stood upright beside the bed with a discouraged look, like a deflated doll.

"Miss, it's not tight enough, come, the flowers use a little more force, 123, force"

Yun Muxi didn't almost faint.

The rest was unflattering to her.

The last big red gold and silver filigree mandarin duck xia veil, this time she knew that what she was wearing just now was not heavy, this one is called a shen, the xia veil is inlaid with light blue translucent blue jade, the cuffs are inlaid with pigeon red jade, and the hollow beaded collar is close to the neck.

Under the candlelight, the wedding dress like fire is so dazzling, Baoyu is like a star in the sky blinking, begonias are dripping with jade hairpins to fix the ink-like hair, and the high bun is wearing a red jade bead crested golden step, which makes Yun Muxi think of a word to describe, that is, "local tyrant"

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Bright red thin lips, willow moon curved eyebrows, bright eyes like smoke and mist, not like the previous light makeup, the eyebrows are enchanting, but they still can't hide the original delicate and smart.

Yun Muxi was a little stunned when he saw himself in the mirror, it turned out that Yun Muxi, who was wearing heavy makeup, still had a different flavor, and pulled the corner of Qingmei's clothes.

"Qingmei, teach me your makeup skills another day, you are so talented, if you are in us, you must be an excellent makeup artist"

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Qingmei lowered her head and smiled shyly, "Miss is really good at complimenting, Qingmei is embarrassed"

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The sky gradually brightened, hazy, from dark to dawn, and now Yun Muxi finally understood why Qingmei asked her to get up so early, this gorgeous outfit did take several hours.

Presumably it was the team to welcome the relatives, the firecrackers outside, the gongs and drums sounded, breaking the tranquility of the morning, even the sparrows were screaming on the pear tree outside the window, the leaves rustled, I thought that my heart was as turbulent as a lake, but when I heard the noise of gongs and drums, I broke the indifference in my heart, and I was about to get married after being single for 25 years, I don't know whether it is joy or sorrow, longing or confusion.

"Miss, the proud son of the wedding has arrived, quickly bring the hijab"

Qingmei put a red hijab on Yun Muxi.

The crimson hijab blocked the view ahead, leaving only the confusion under the hijab.

Qingmei hugged Yun Muxi, the three-foot dash slid through the bluestone and took away a few petals, the dim weather seemed to be raining, drizzling, but the tips of the shoes were still wet.

Only the eldest lady Feng Yao greeted her at the gate, and the few people seemed a little deserted, Yun Zhicang did not come, maybe it was an inconsequential matter, and he was too lazy to come, and Yun Muxi in the past was really desolate enough.

This is the second time I have seen Feng Yao in the mansion, this time I didn't embarrass Yun Muxi, she approached Yun Muxi and held her little hand, and sighed, "You should understand in your heart that the incompetent second lady of Yunfu is willing to marry the right son, and it is not easy to cherish the hard-won opportunity, and you must know that you are grateful to repay it."

, touched her little hand and let go.

Yun Muxi sneered in his heart, are you thanking them for marrying me off, thank them Yun Qiuluo for giving me this opportunity, yes, I want to thank them, thank them for letting me never have to step into this indifferent place again.

Gongs and drums sounded, smoke and bamboo fireworks, four people carried sedan chairs, blowing horns, and the whole street was very lively.

In front of the Yanwang Mansion, Yun Muxi didn't know how long he had been standing, his hands were already cold, his skirt was wet, and he was so overwhelmed by the heavy outfit that he almost couldn't stand steadily, but fortunately, he was supported by Qingmei, a dowry maid.

The bride is very anxious to walk back and forth at this time, the bride must be joined by the groom to enter the door, and now the king of smoke has not come out for a long time, and the people in the house do not know the whereabouts of the four princes.

The drizzle has turned into a torrential downpour.

Smoke and rain building in the distance: "Aren't you going to go over?" She has been standing there for a long time, you really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and now the rain is getting heavier and heavier."

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, leaned lazily against the wall, looked at the raindrops like bead curtains outside the window, and his eyes were as dead as the night, for a long time, he closed his eyes and opened his lips, "I don't have to wait, just go in."

The cold words did not carry a trace of emotion.

"Where are you going?"

Watch the man get up.

He paused, "Drunk Xianglou, the dignified King Huai is also going to go"

said jokingly, and left with a touch of flowing clothes on his sleeves.

Someone came to inform that the four princes could not come, and the princess went in on her own.

At this time, there was a lot of boos, most of them were sympathetic, how could a woman marry and suffer such treatment, this cowardly young lady was really pitiful, I didn't expect to marry into the palace and not be cherished by her husband, when the four princes married wives and concubines in the past, they didn't see the four princes like this.

But it's no wonder that the dignified King of Smoke married a young lady of waste wood to be the princess, who wants to, it's really flowers inserted in cow dung, and the poor is the fourth prince, and the sympathy at this time turns into ridicule and contempt.

"Miss, Fourth Prince, it's too much"

Qingmei wiped her tears aggrievedly.

Yun Muxi touched Qingmei's hand with his backhand, and comforted, "It's okay, help me in"

She did have numb feet.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the laughter is drowned in the rain, and Qingmei is holding her lame, such a back really makes people look desolate.

Yun Muxi didn't feel much sadness, a man who had never been masked, how could he be sad, how could he love, since he was so ruthless, the loving man with three wives and four concubines was not her lover.

It's just that she is so ugly, rainy, and tired today, she will return it one day, she is no longer the timid Yun Muxi.