The night in Luoyang is dyed a bright red.

In the court, the majestic and solemn courtiers hung new festive masks on their faces to congratulate.

The extravagant banquet, the noisy music and dance performances, and the night is like daylight.

There is a special person who is responsible for distributing some food to the children, and those children from wealthy families often eat it, but it is also rare at this time.

"Uncle, isn't the crown princess beautiful?" A child asked as he stood beside his parents. And the parents of the merchants who have achieved a small success in their business quickly covered their children's mouths.

The loose eater stuffed a handful of sweet and greasy preserves into the overwhelmed child and said, "When you're done eating, go home quickly." ”

The prince personally welcomed the third lady of Yuefu, Le Ping, and gave the national teacher Le Qusen enough face. Luan Yiwei prepared eight colored sedan chairs surrounded by red satin, and the head of the Internal Affairs Office, who was born in the same year, led 20 subordinate officials, and 1 escort led 40 escorts, who were responsible for marrying the newlyweds.

Ascend the empty tent, pass the bag, and scatter the grain beans.

After the marriage of the Eight Classics, it has been so noisy for a long time, and in the middle of the night, the prince, who has already been weak, took off the bride's hijab and was silent for a moment. He'd seen Leping. He vaguely remembered Le Ping's appearance and figure, but the person in front of him didn't quite match.

The prince said amusedly: "Third Miss Yuefu? ”

"Yes." The bride answered.

"Why, the daughter of the national teacher can't look down on the position of the prince's side concubine?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked drunk, but he was very sober.

The bride was silent when questioned.

After a slight annoyance, the prince was particularly open-minded, and raised his glass to drink a happy wine with the bride: "Marry a wife, I think you should be a good girl." ”

This bride bears the name of the third lady of Yuefu, but she is neither humble nor arrogant, she drinks with the wrong arm when she says she drinks, and puts away the longan peanuts and other things on the quilt.

Her long red phoenix eyes and cherry lips are gorgeous like clouds on the horizon, and her extraordinarily slender limbs are dressed in a wedding dress, and the fat place is no less than a piece of meat compared to others.

Yuefu gave it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince very carefully.

But she's not really Leping.

The real Le Ping is sitting in the secret room of Yuefu, studying some ancient books.

The sound of pages turning rustled in the cold, dark chamber.

Apple is seventeen years old.

Her straight posture resembles that of a man, and her round eyes with single eyelids are moving, and when anyone approaches, she will cover half of her face with a book to observe the comer.

Yang Ruilin appeared in front of her.

He reached out and removed half of the book that was covering half of her face, and branded a kiss on the side of her cheek.

"There's a celebration of your marriage to the crown prince out there." Yang Ruilin sat next to Le Ping, with one arm around her, "It feels like I'm your lover." ”

"You are indeed my lover now, Mr. Yang." Leping turned her face sideways to read.

They agreed that today they are lovers.

The condition for becoming a lover is that Yang Ruilin helps solve the matter of marrying the prince.

Three months ago, when Le Qusen informed Le Ping of her future belonging, as a daughter, she had no objection, and she also acquiesced to Bai Xiuwen, Le Chengxiang, and Le Bi.

Due to the misunderstanding caused by Yan Danren coming in the middle of the night and the subsequent conversation between Yang Ruilin and Yan Danren, the relationship between Yan Danren and Chi Apple is now stiff, and Yang Ruilin has inexplicably become a middleman, shockingly "accompanying" Le Ping without being noticed by the Yuefu people.

When it comes to marriage, women can't say anything. Le Ping knows this very well, and now she is gradually being accepted by Le Fu, if she refuses...... can't refuse, even if it's a fire god, a woman who knows martial arts.

Li Ransheng was too far away from her, and Yan Danren was silent.

When she was thinking about how to solve the marriage problem, Yang Ruilin lay on her bed, occasionally opening her eyes to look at her, refusing to speak first or express her thoughts.

Le Ping remembers very, very clearly, she walked up to Yang Ruilin and said to him, "You, you said you wanted to kill me before. ”

Yang Ruilin shook his head: "I don't want to do it now, Ping." ”

Ping pursed her lips and walked around the room a few times.

"It's not a good idea to die to avoid getting married," he sat up with half of his body propped up, frowning slightly, "I don't want to kill you, let alone let you die." No one can let you die, Apple, live. ”

Le Ping breathed a sigh of relief, noncommittal.

The longer they get along, the more she can feel Yang Ruilin's words and her brother Li Ransheng's mood towards her senior brother.

"What else can I do?" Leping asked.

Escape from Luoyang? Chengguan is not an ornament.

Run to Yan Danren for help? Yan Danren probably won't care about whether a subordinate stays or not, and marrying the crown prince can bring more information to Yan Danren.

Yang Ruilin smiled: "Ping, you can beg me." ”

Leping: "......"

Yang Ruilin's expression didn't look like he was joking.

"Please, help me."

She's not going to be stubbornly dumb anymore.

In a word, she didn't even mind bowing to Yang Ruilin, as long as she didn't kneel.

Is life long? In an instant, a person can grow ten years old.

Is life short? For a moment, people are as tired as if they have lived for decades.

Yang Ruilin looked at her and felt regretful, and at the same time smiled a little greedily: "Okay, I'll help you, but there are conditions." ”

Yang Ruilin went to Yan Danren to discuss the matter, and Yan Danren decisively thought that Le Ping's marriage to the prince could play a greater role. Even if His Royal Highness the Second Prince is not very happy.

But Yang Ruilin is a simple person, soft can't be hard.

Yan Danren had to talk to Yang Ruilin calmly.

"Your Highness will solve it, Your Excellency, please take care of it."

"I'm sorry for you." Yang Ruilin patted Yan Danren's shoulder. He has already torn his face with the second prince. Once the face is torn, you don't care about adding more scars.

The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, the prince spends it with the beauty, and the titular princess Le Ping sits with Yang Ruilin on the cold and hard stone slab, reading boring ancient books.

Yang Ruilin didn't know what to do.

He wants to get intimate with Leping quickly, but the gap between the two is unspeakable for thousands of years.

He seems to be sane, but in fact his brain is rusty, and he is confused about everything in the world for a while.

How do men and women naturally lie together?

"Apple, don't you want to sleep?" Yang Ruilin knocked her head and asked tentatively.

"Mr. Yang, don't do anything too out of line." Le Ping squinted at him.

"I know," Yang Ruilin laughed after receiving her white eyes, "I'll tell you a story, you lie down and I sit." ”

Le Ping got up and packed up her books and left the secret room alone, and the Le family guarding the door saluted her, and she nodded slightly.

After returning to the bedroom, Yang Ruilin was already waiting by the bedside.

"Today, we tell the story of a little beggar."

"What kind of little beggar?" Le Ping chooses to sleep in a kimono.

"Sad little beggar." Yang Ruilin replied.

She looked at him in surprise.