Mo Wengu's face turned a little blue.

The little emperor walked to Mo Wengu's side, reached out and touched his head, and said in a pleasant tone: "Since you can't do the above points, you will trouble the prince to accept these dowries, and marry the princess on the eighth day of the next month." ”

Mo Wengu's face turned purple, and his body sitting in the chair was as stiff as steel.

The little emperor smiled again, stretched out his hand and patted his handsome head, and comforted: "Don't panic, the emperor's brother, the adopted daughter-in-law should raise Liuqu, and it is enough to feed her." ”

The so-called six songs are the concubines on Mo Wengu's house, and they are long-haired dogs.

*

Without waiting for this day to pass, the news that Fei Shuqing will marry the beautiful prince Mo Wen Gu has spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital. From the official lady of Houmen Shenfu to the ruffian hooligan Zhang San and Li Si, they were all shocked by this news, and they were all stunned, but rumors are just rumors after all, and they always don't want to believe it before it becomes a fact.

Who knew that on the second day, the little emperor's golden hand was raised, and the jade finger waved, and the holy decree covered with local tyrant gold finally flew into Shufu. Chen Gonggong, who issued the decree, cocked his very ecstatic orchid fingers, and with a slightly sharp voice, he read the royal words word by word on the decree word by word, and listened tactfully, Shu Zicheng led more than 40 people from the Shu family up and down to receive the holy decree, and since then, this marriage has been finalized.

On that day, I don't know how many hearts of young girls to be married were broken, and how many shy and timid lovers were blinded.

In the next three days, the wine shops in the capital were full from time to time, and many sad people borrowed wine to kill their sorrows, and by the way, they cursed Fat Shuqing all the way from his hair to his three-inch fat lotus feet, and scolded him from the inside out. It is worth mentioning that there are both men and women who are sad in the wine shop.

The so-called male god is shared, it is the public, and it is a more useful spiritual sustenance than chicken soup for the soul. Now that the male god has married, the spiritual sustenance has disappeared, and the masses can't accept it in the short term. And what's even more unbearable is that the woman who dominates the male god turns out to be fat, Shuqing, who is uglier than anyone else, and God is really blind......

In short, the unwillingness and resentment in the hearts of all the women increased exponentially under the neutralization of anger, and within five days, the capital spontaneously formed an "Anti-Shuqing National Support Association", with the slogan "Dead fat woman get out of the capital".

In the face of endless doubts, Fei Shuqing, who was on the cusp of the storm, turned a deaf ear and was quite calm. Follow the doctor every day to learn the way to maintain the fetus, control the diet, refuse to be greasy, and prepare for the wedding with peace of mind.

Compared with the indifferent Shu Qing, Mo Wengu's situation was much worse. Since the decree was issued, Mo Wengu was depressed all day long and had no interest in politics, and went to Liu Chuimian to eat a closed door, and had no choice but to nest in the cellar with Liuqu, a man and a dog, and drank heavily, immersed in sadness and could not extricate himself. Sigh since ancient times, beauties are blessed, wipe a handful of love to the depths of the heartbroken tears, sing a song of lovesickness and thin in a bleak spring and cool night, and chant a piece of high and widowed jade mourning......

"Liuqu, this king and Liu Chuimian really have no chance?"

"Wangwang, Wang, Wang-" Six songs that have not gnawed bones for three days.

*

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the eighth day of the first month. The red apricot fragrance is in the flute and drum, and the green poplar shadow is in the autumn swing. The warm wind drifts for ten miles, and the lake is flooded with smoke.

The entire Shu Mansion has been submerged in a wave of red. The marriage approved by the emperor is beautiful, high-profile and luxurious. Fat Shuqing was dressed up early in the morning, dressed in hibiscus brocade, and the hairpin pressed the clouds. Such a gorgeous red dress wrapped in a fat body, it is really ...... wronged this good garment.

The auspicious time has arrived, Fei Shuqing was supported by everyone, and he had to press all the way to the lobby, and through the swaying jade curtains, a touch of shyness could be vaguely seen in his eyes.

The horn suona, the song is small and loud, the surrounding firecrackers are lively, and there are countless people who come to watch the wedding. In front of Shufu, eight sedan chairs, tall horses, Mo Wengu, who was dressed in groom clothes, was really good-looking, but his face was really gloomy and full of anger. Seeing that Fei Shuqing went out, his face became darker, and when he got off the horse to help Shuqing, his face was dark. After trying his best to help her into the sedan chair, the warm eyebrows and eyes in the past were vaguely murderous.

The petals rained and the Qiang pipe whistle sounded. Six horsemen, nine servants, and twelve maids, and the bride marries someone else.

Entered the prince's mansion, stepped through the fire copper basin, held the red flower color, and entered the main hall door. First worship heaven and earth, then worship the high hall twice, worship the husband and wife the third, and then send it to the cave room.

The front yard was full of joy, and all the ministers were smiling brightly, sincerely wishing Prince Mo a new marriage and a good marriage for a hundred years; The flowers are blooming and the leaves are scattered, and the children and grandchildren are full. Mo Wen Gu Qiang's face was extremely stiff with a smile, and he finally stayed up until the night was light and the banquet was gone, Fang withdrew the corners of his mouth that had already twitched, took off the official crown on his head, and fell to the ground.

It was probably because he drank too much wine during the banquet, and Mo Wengu was very emotional at this time. That Ruyu's face was already red, and her gloomy face stumbled towards the door of the mansion, "Mian'er, you, you wait for me ......"

There is an old housekeeper surnamed Wang in the palace, and when he saw that the prince did not enter the cave room but went out, he couldn't help but remind: "Lord, the princess is in the inner courtyard......"

Mo Wengu paused, turned his head and sneered, and said: "Bring a word for this king to her, this king doesn't want to look at her more in this life." With that, he left angrily.

Steward Wang hadn't seen the prince so angry for a long time. hurriedly responded and walked towards Fei Shuqing's room, and couldn't help but worry about how the princess would react after hearing it.

Unexpectedly, when Steward Wang entered the door, Shu Qing had already washed off his face with heavy makeup, took off the phoenix crown and Xia veil, and wore a light pink water-sleeved skirt, but unfortunately the figure was fat, and he really couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Seeing the housekeeper come to the door, Shu Qing was not surprised, and asked with a smile: "Old housekeeper, I don't know what you want to entrust to me?" ”

Steward Wang was stunned for a moment, Fang came back to his senses, and repeated the words that Mo Wengu threw down. Seeing that Shu Qing's face was expressionless, she only thought that she was sad, and comforted her: "The princess is not angry, the prince must be angry for a while, and after a few days, the anger will disappear, and it will naturally be fine." ”

Fei Shuqing smiled slightly, noncommittal, looked at Steward Wang's slightly clumsy body, and said: "Butler, look at your body qi deficiency, you should really make up for it, I brought some medicinal materials from home, don't you take it to eat." Anyway, regardless of the repeated refusal of the steward Wang, he turned around and entered the back room on the elephant's legs, took out a box from the wooden box with the bridal, and handed it to him.

Refusing to no avail, Steward Wang had no choice but to accept it, and when he opened it after going out, he saw that there was a thousand-year-old ginseng lying in the box.

In the room, Shu Qing stood in front of the window, stretched out his hand to stroke his lower abdomen, looked at the full moon above his head, and was quietly in a daze. It wasn't until a long time later that she retracted her senses, and finally looked at the vast night, and whispered to herself: "You must hate me......

However, this is not the case. Mo Wengu was only afraid that Shu Qing had murderous intent, which was as simple as hating it. At that moment, he had trembled out of the mansion, and his feet did not obey the call and went straight to the prime minister's mansion.