The following days were no different, Lan Qing had nothing else to do except drink medicine and drink medicine, and listen to Mama's teachings.

"The old body saw that the girl's body was not very good, and I thought about it, and I also understood why His Royal Highness specially asked the queen mother for a royal doctor to prepare in the East Palace." After a certain teaching, Mama sat in her seat and talked about it with a smile, "The old man can see that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very attentive to the girl. ”

"Attentive?" Lan Qing was a little surprised.

During this time, she was in a daze, she didn't inquire about the news, and confirmed where the main line was going, on the one hand, she was recuperating from her injuries, and on the other hand, after the bad ending last time, she hadn't completely planned how to face Jiang Rin.

He didn't remember, but it didn't mean that Lan Qing could laugh it off.

"Yes, although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't like to talk much, he has a considerate and proper style, gentle and polite, and the girl doesn't have to worry." Mama smiled, her wrinkled face revealing a hint of concern, "It's really not good to see that the girl is always depressed." ”

"Yes, thank you for the mention."

Lan Qing took a deep breath, speaking of which, although Jiang Rin is still a villain this time, her personality seems to be a little different from the setting?

She remembered that the prince of this novel was indifferent and selfish, so selfish that in order to succeed in winning the crown prince, he killed the mother of the male protagonist Ding Wangjiang Province at the age of ten.

Of course, the plot is the plot, maybe you don't know your heart, and the villain who is really presented in the eyes of everyone may be different from his real character.

On the day of the wedding, on the street where the Lan family was located, a group of relatives in Haohao Tangtang occupied the widest and most magnificent street in Beijing, and the roadside was full of people who were ready to watch and admire the royal wedding procession.

Lan Qing was dressed in a luxurious phoenix peacock gold silk red wedding dress, with magnificent makeup, and drank a whole bowl of medicine before leaving, listening to Lan Mu dragging her hand and chattering, Lan Mu prepared a lot of thick clothes for her, it was going to be winter, and she prepared a brocade quilt made of cotton in her hometown before leaving.

The golden hairpin swayed, the whole bun was full of dazzling, there were many jewels, Lan Qing covered her head with a light-colored red gauze, and in the midst of a crowd of cheers and the sound of the band, she slowly sat on the big red sedan chair carried by eight people, and walked towards the direction of the capital.

The little maid Jinxiu who accompanied her was a child, and her personality was calm, she helped Lan Qing to get on the sedan chair and silently followed the side of the sedan chair, "Girl, if you feel uncomfortable, please call the slave maid at any time." ”

"Hmm."

Lan Qing endured the nausea caused by the slight shaking in the sedan chair, this body really couldn't last long, and even if she forcibly hung it with her divine power, she couldn't hide the devastated body.

Unless, if you can take the risk and break all the meridians of this body again, and then connect them smoothly, reverse all the veins back, maybe you can live longer.

It's just that this is too time-consuming, Lan Qing estimates that it will be about 24 hours, that is, two days, and during this period, it has been silent, and if it is really implemented, I am afraid that it will frighten the parents of the Lan family, and it cannot disappear for two days for no reason, so as not to cause rumors.

This long road walked for about half an hour, arrived in the imperial capital, and walked for a while, before arriving at the main hall of the wedding, the sedan chair fell, Jinxiu went up to pick up Lan Qing off the sedan chair, Lan Qing breathed heavily, her brain was already a little groggy, every step was like stepping on the clouds, she quietly leaned on Jinxiu, relying on her to guide herself forward.

Until.

A clear, gentle voice sounded.

"Leave it to me."

As soon as the words fell, under the red veil, a clean and slender palm stretched out, and the tiger's mouth was slightly calloused, and it could be seen that he was a pampered character.