When Yun Qing'er saw her stunning appearance, she couldn't help but feel jealous, feeling that she was actually compared to a despicable thing. It seems that she was not allowed to dress up before, which is really right.

waved his hand impatiently: "It's ugly, go quickly, save Miss Ben's eyes." ”

Soon.

There was a bride and brought her to a sedan chair.

In this way, it can be regarded as out of the cabinet.

The wedding procession was lively and noisy. The entire Yunfu can be said to be out of the nest, up to the head of the Yunfu family, that is, Yun Xuancheng's father Yun Duan, down to Yun Duan's eldest lady, as well as the concubines in the seventh or eighth room, and many children, all of whom were personally married.

Yun Qing'er is Yun Xuan's heart.

The blue martial soul battle department flower-tailed fox, among the younger generation in Kyoto, is one of the best, and she is the real pride of the sky.

Marry the King of Ink.

Two months ago, it was the perfect marriage.

But now, two months later, it's a different story. King Mo fell from heaven to hell, his body was ruined, and during this period of coma, his power was gradually hollowed out, divided, and eroded.

Yun Duan wore a precious purple Shu embroidered robe, with a hairpin on his head, a person who was less than forty years old, because he was born in the army, his face was particularly resolute and angular. He took his daughter's hand and personally sent her to the sedan chair, his voice full of unbearable: "Xiaoqing, it was my father who hurt you." But this marriage was given by the emperor, hey-Dad has prepared the most generous dowry for you, even if King Mo loses power, he can ensure that you have no worries for the rest of your life. ”

In the end, it was a little choked.

Yun Chengcheng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Eat one's heart out?

No.

It's numbness.

I'm used to this partiality of my father.

It's ridiculous to say, this is the first time in her memory that her father has held her hand and said so many words. Still think of her as someone else, hehe.

But—

Since she replaced Yun Qing'er, she went to be Princess Mo.

Then this rich dowry is naturally hers, and there is absolutely no reason to spit it out and return it to Yun Qing'er!

In the face of his father's deep affection and farewell, Yun Chengcheng didn't say a word, got on the sedan chair, and was resolute.

"Hey." Yun Duan sighed, his voice sour, "This kid must be complaining about his father." ”

The sedan chair went in the direction of King Mo's mansion.

Gradually go away.

Yun Qicheng sat in a rickety sedan chair with his head covered, his hands folded and placed on his lap. Unconsciously, a layer of clammy and cold sweat has appeared in the palms of his hands.

After all, it's just a fifteen-year-old girl.

Leaving Yunfu, he was about to jump into another fire pit again.

No matter how calm he is on the surface, deep down, he is still a little uneasy.

Half an hour later.

The sedan chair arrived at the Mowang Mansion.

Because King Mo was unconscious and bedridden like a vegetative person, the step of worshipping the hall was directly saved, and Yun Chengcheng was directly sent to King Mo's room by two maids, one fat and one thin.

From the door, on the way to the new house, the silence was terrible.

In the huge Mowang Mansion, there is no trace of joy, and the inexplicable depressing atmosphere is almost breathless.

Even, even the maid who led the way, the voice was extremely cold and impatient.

"Here we are, Princess. Let's go inside. ”

The fat girl and the thin girl, the two of them had four hands, and they "snapped", covered Yun Chengcheng's shoulders from behind, and pushed hard into the door, which was very polite.

Caught off guard.

She stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

If it weren't for one hand grabbing the eaves of the table, it would have been a tragedy.

"Bang!"

The door to the new house, very rudely behind him, was shut.