"Lord Wang......" A respectful call disturbed the sleeping young man in the courtyard.

"What?" The low and lazy voice is like a stagnant desolation, without a trace of waves. Wei Qi's thin lips were tinged with a touch of blood, her beautiful face was a little sickly pale, and her eyes, which were still lightly closed, tiredly concealed all the colors of the world.

Takizawa looked at the plain young man in front of him, the body under the blanket was so thin, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. He gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said the news he had just learned: "The emperor has given Shushangshu's third daughter to the prince in marriage. ”

There was a moment of dead silence, and even the "whoosh" sound of the cold wind blowing through the branches became a little cautious.

"I know it." After a long time, the young man on the couch turned over and threw down a sentence lightly, as if what the person who came said something that had nothing to do with him.

"Lord Wang, if you don't want to, why don't you ask the emperor to take back your fate, you know that the third daughter of Lu Daoshu Shangshu is ......"

"Let's go down." He quietly interrupted Takizawa's words and wrapped the blanket around him a little tighter.

Takizawa moved his lips, as if to say something, but gave up. "Yes." He answered, clenched his fists, and turned to leave.

Listening to the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away, the boy slowly opened his eyes. The clear ice pupils were filled with a little bitterness and a hazy mist, reflecting the despair of sorrow. The corners of his mouth hooked up with a self-deprecating sneer - could he not want to?

Will those who wait to see the joke satisfy him?

It's just that more than one person is here to send you to the end.

He closed his eyes again.

In the cold courtyard, only the cold wind of depression swept the residual leaves, blowing up and falling the leaves that had long since dried up again and again, until they shattered and flew all over the ground.

The body curled up on the couch seemed to be overwhelmed by the cool breeze, shivering, trembling......

"Miss, Miss!" The green-clad maid hurried into a simple house.

"Zheng'er, what is it that makes you rush like this?" The low voice is soft. Plain clothes, no decoration. Slightly dull long hair in a simple bun, thin and somewhat malnourished face, there are some small pimples scattered in the scenery. There was no half-touching look in those big eyes, only a little timidity. If it weren't for that "Miss", at first glance, it would look like a little girl from a big family.

"Miss, the emperor has assigned you to Prince Min!" There was a hint of excitement in Zheng'er's voice.

"How is that possible?" Shu Molan opened her mouth in disbelief.

"Miss, it's true." Zheng'er grabbed her arm and said happily the source of the news, "It was the slave maid who heard the master and the lady in the front hall just now. Miss, you are about to marry the prince, you are going to be a princess, and you are about to live a good life! ”

"Good days?" She chewed on Zheng'er's words a little dazedly. She never dared to hope for a good life, she just wanted to live a dull life, and it was enough.

"Ouch, I said third sister, do you really think you've hit some good luck?" A sharp voice sounded, and two girls dressed in gorgeous clothes walked in, their pretty faces full of disdain.

"Eldest Miss, Second Miss." Zheng'er saluted with some trepidation and retreated behind Shu Molan.

"Eldest sister, second sister." Shumo Lan lowered her eyelids and wrung her fingers repeatedly with timidity.

Looking at the girl with her head hanging in front of her, Shu Moyan smiled mockingly: "Third sister, you are about to marry Lord Min, the eldest sister really feels sorry for you." ”

Shumo Lan looked up in surprise, not knowing what she meant by this.

"Ugh." Shu Moyan pretended to sigh sadly, "Who in the Lieyun Dynasty doesn't know that Si Yunyin, the prince of Min, is the most unfavored prince now, and he is still a sick man who is dying soon. This all marries you, isn't it obvious that you are buried with you? ”

According to the law of the Lieyun Dynasty, when the prince and grandson return, and their concubines have nothing to do, they must be buried together according to the law.

Shu Molan's little face turned pale for a moment, and he staggered back a few steps. Zheng'er hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

As if he didn't think that the person in front of him had not been hit enough, Shu Motong added: "However, being able to marry the prince is also your blessing for the third sister." It's a pity, if someone didn't deliberately want to see Prince Min's jokes, how could you become a princess with your dignity and dull brain? ”

Shumo Blue was like a remnant leaf swept by the cold wind, and he kept shivering. Shu Moyan and Shu Motong looked at each other and smiled, with a smug look between their eyebrows.

"Miss, Miss! Don't trust them! Zheng'er held her in distress, desperately shouting at the two bitter women, "Nonsense, you nonsense!" ”

"Stinky girl! How daring! Shu Moyan's face instantly became gloomy, and he slapped Zheng'er's face.

"Zheng'er!" Shu Molan rushed over to protect the kite, and took the slap stiffly. The body fell uncontrollably to the side, hitting the sharp corner of the table. Immediately blood gushed out, and he fainted.

Zheng'er hurriedly rushed over, crying loudly with tears in her eyes: "Miss, Miss! Wake up! Don't scare the kite, miss......"

The two sisters had retreated at some point, leaving only a shocking blush and a cry of grief.

The carved and painted interior, the magnificent decoration, shows the dignity of the owner's identity. Jade paved floors, agate inlaid walls. On the mahogany table with gold wire carving, there is a square tripod burning with cigarettes. Light gauze tassels, crystal bead curtains, and glazed jade cups reflect the luxury of a room with soft light.

On the chaise longue in the middle of the room lies a soft and bone-deep body, enjoying the fragrance of the room at the moment.

The gorgeous phoenix robe was dragged casually, and the graceful figure was reclining to rest. The slender Danfeng eyes are hooked with charming lines, and the traces left by the years can be vaguely discerned at the corners, but they add a charm.

The gold nails made of pure gold are carved with a glittering dragon and phoenix pattern, and the slender and delicate sheath is kissed against the little finger, and one after another, gently gliding the colorful glass beads in the palm of the hand.

As if remembering something, she narrowed her eyes slightly, stopped the movements of her hands, and the streamer surged with complex emotions. The corners of her mouth hooked up with an evil smile, and a trace of cruelty crossed her eyes.

One is a sick prince who is not favored, and the other is an ugly girl with dull qualifications, which is really a perfect match.

Sister Rufei, I have chosen a good daughter-in-law for you. In the future, if Yin'er goes with you, you don't have to worry that he will be lonely.

Scold......

A sneer rippled in the huge room, with a faint hatred in the weirdness.

The next day, the holy decree was issued, and Shu Molan, the youngest daughter of Hubu Shangshu Huaide, was married to Si Yunyin, the prince of Min, and the marriage was completed half a month later.

For a time, the government and the opposition were all talking about this sudden marriage. Some are pitiful and pityful, some are mocking and laughing, and some are cold-eyed.

The only thing that is less is a sincere blessing.