Ling Zhao tried his best, Xiao Huaihui just tilted his head, Xiao Huaihui slapped his hand, and Ling Zhao slapped him out for a long time, knocking over the candlestick on the side.

Her cheeks were slightly red and faintly hot, this slap seemed to break Ling Zhao's last dignity and reason, her emotions collapsed and tears broke down, she felt that she was extremely stupid, and picked up the candlestick at hand and smashed it towards Xiao Huaihui.

But she forgot that she was not a fragrant woman, and she was powerless, so she was caught casually.

The hairpin that was smashed to the ground also made Xiao Huaihui extremely angry, and ripped off his belt to strangle Ling Zhao's neck and pressed the person to the ground: "Call me?" It's not because of you that they have a chance to harm Grandma.

How dare you slut step on her stuff? You don't even deserve to lift her shoes! ”

It didn't take long for the people below him to stop moving. Xiao Huaihui found that something was wrong, and loosened his clothes to check Ling Zhao, but found that the person was out of breath.

He stood up in a trance and looked at the people on the ground, pulled out the sword on the shelf, and stabbed Ling Zhao a few times before he was relieved.

Pick up the hairpin on the ground and put it back in your arms, waiting for someone to pick you up.

Even if the king and prince of Nanjiang have planned to give up Lingzhao, she is the princess of Nanjiang in the end, and she died so tragically in the Central Plains, she must not give up.

Xiao Huaihui understands this, and Xiao Huaijin naturally understands it. So he handed over the matter to the emperor, and sat at home to cook tea with Wanxiang.

Previously, in response to the emperor's wishes, Xiao Huaijin mourned for Lingzhao.

The Pingnan Mansion did not hang white flags or set up a mourning hall, but it also did not prepare for the red lanterns and paper flowers to be hung during the New Year, and the face was passable.

When the coffin was closed, Xiao Huaijin ordered someone to put a letter of resignation in.

Xiao Huaijin never felt that Ling Zhao was his wife, but the saint gave him a marriage as a last resort, and now it is time to give each other a free body.

Thinking of this, Xiao Huaijin held the book and said with Wanxiang: "I asked Liang Cuo to check the days before, and I missed the good days this year. After the new year, the third day of February should be married, or let's set it on the third day of February? ”

"I don't believe in anything that's appropriate." Wanxiang poured the tea into the purple clay pot and looked back at Xiao Huaijin: "It's just that the princess's bones are not cold, and the prince will take a concubine ......."

"Who said that this king is going to take a concubine?" Xiao Huaijin leaned on the side of the case and looked at Wanxiang: "Since Lingzhao is no longer there, there is no need for that." ”

"The prince doesn't want me to be his wife, right?"

"In the past, you were always suppressed by Princess Pingnan, and you endured all those grievances and angers by yourself, so you will be the princess in the future, okay?

You don't have to look at the face I don't have to look at, you can offend those I can offend, you can go where I can go, and the anger you receive is the anger I suffer. In a word: I am you, you are me. ”

"Oh?" Wanxiang turned around and smiled evilly: "Looking at the appearance of the prince, is he determined to win?" ”

"Isn't it?" Xiao Huaijin moved to Wanxiang's side and pinched her chin: "You promised me when you entered the palace that day, do you want to regret it?" ”

Wanxiang knocked off Xiao Huaijin's hand, tilted her head with a fan and went to fan the fire in the small stove: "I won't regret it, I'm afraid that this matter will not sound good." As soon as the princess went to the bones and was not cold, the prince was in a hurry to continue.

When this matter spread to the community, the storyteller added oil and vinegar, not to say that the prince was ruthless and cold and lustful, or that I was good at fox and charm. ”

"Even the emperor can't control the mouths of the people in the world. Therefore whatever they want to discuss, whatever they say, let him go. ”

"The prince really doesn't care?"

"I don't care."

"Well, don't wait for the third day of February." Wanxiang put down the small pu fan used to fan the fire in his hand: "Seven days will be a good day, everything is suitable, but time is short, can the prince have this ability?" ”

Xiao Huaijin held Wanxiang's waist dishonestly with his big hand: "Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?" ”

"Hey......" Wanxiang sighed lightly: "If the prince feels embarrassed, I won't say anything." I have no father or mother, I only have one brother, although the prince is not much better, but face always has to be taken into account.

Otherwise, I think the six rites can be waived, and I don't have to care about all the red tape. It's just a big red wedding dress and red shoes embroidered with mandarin ducks, and you can just worship in the church. ”

"You don't have to think about it, I will enter the palace tomorrow and get married in seven days."

In the cold winter, Xiao Huaijin didn't care what others said, he hung a red lantern on the house, pasted the word 'Xi', and sent out the invitation.

The happy event of the Pingnan Palace, which really shocked everyone, and for a while, the sound of sour words and disdain spread in all corners of the imperial city.

People are talking about who the new princess who suddenly appeared is, talking about Xiao Huaijin stuffing the letter of resignation into Ling Zhao's coffin, and talking about what kind of reaction southern Xinjiang will have.

But because of Xiao Huaijin's cold eyes, no one dared to say it too loudly.

Wanxiang stayed in the east courtyard all day long, playing chess and reading books with Xiao Huaijin, taking a walk and enjoying the snow.

They didn't care what the emperor wanted to do with King Yi, whether they sent someone to capture him or not, they just wanted to be in a hurry for seven days.

I tried and tried the clothes, and the style changed and changed. She was always the most conspicuous scorching red, and he couldn't put anything in his eyes but her.

She asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

He hugged the person into his arms: "It's good-looking, but it's a little thinner, and it will be cold." Do you want to change it again? ”

"Change it again? I'm afraid you're going to offend the tailors and embroiderers in the imperial city. ”

Seven days is too short, the people in the house are so busy that there will be quarrels at every turn, the maid hangs the wrong gauze tent and puts the wrong candlestick, the lamp at the door of the Buddha hall here is not hung correctly, or it is to change a few dishes on the feast.

They seemed to be rushing to the battlefield, but Wanxiang was in a daze in the room, feeling that the past seven days had passed too slowly, so slow that she stopped writing and copying books to relieve her boredom.

Although I am a little bored, I always wake up laughing when I am asleep. This made Xiao Huaijin feel very helpless, and sat up with his middle coat closed and patted Wanxiang's arm: "What are you doing?" ”

Wanxiang opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Huaijin in a daze, and then reached out and gently pulled Xiao Huaijin's ear: "Happy." ”

"Happy what?"

"There are two days to go, isn't the prince happy?"

"But you can't sleep well, and even if the king wants to be happy, he doesn't have the strength to be happy. In this case, you go to Yeongcheon for a day. ”

"Why?" Wanxiang immediately sat up and questioned Xiao Huaijin.

"You've got to have somewhere to go out, right? Do you want to go out through the back door of the palace and come in at the front door? I told Rongchuan that you would go out from Baining Houfu. ”

After speaking, Xiao Huaijin poked Wanxiang's forehead: "I also have a good night's sleep." Also, do you want to call your brother back? ”

“……”

How could Juanxiang not want to? But Xiao Huaihui is not dead yet, she always feels a little worried, taking advantage of the faint candle flame she smiled, leaned against Xiao Huaijin and said, "No need." ”

"Really?"

"No, the prince must not take it upon himself to bring people in, I will be angry." Wanxiang pulled the quilt and lay aside: "Okay, don't grind and chirp anymore, if you don't sleep again, the sky will be bright." ”

She actually said that Xiao Huaijin was 'grinding and chirping', Xiao Huaijin stretched out her hand and pointed at herself in a daze, but she had no choice but to lie on the bed and sleep.

On the second day, Wanxiang was sent to Baining Houfu, and Baining Houfu was also the same, and people finally knew that the new Princess Pingnan had something to do with Baining Hou.

That night, Wanxiang sat in the room, reaching out to touch the red silk on the vermilion hairpin, and the golden hair crown.

He didn't have a dowry, so Xiao Huaijin bought it and sent it to Baining Houfu first. The wooden porcelain vase is red and the box is carried in red, and the vermilion lacquer is golden, and the light is brilliant.

The red makeup and red makeup team that winded for several miles walked out of Baining Houfu. Everyone in the imperial city could see this momentum, and those daughters who were thinking of King Pingnan couldn't help but redden.

She didn't have red makeup for ten miles, he gave.

She didn't have a maiden family to rely on, he gave.

Xiao Jingyu didn't expect that Xiao Huaijin would do things so thoroughly. gave Wanxiang such a beautiful marriage, and he was not afraid of uninformed people saying that he was guilty.

That night, Xiao Jingyu actually asked the maid to run to Wanxiang's room with the quilt in her arms, and came in from the door: "Sixth sister-in-law! ”

"Huh?"

"Are you stupid? Tomorrow in the church, you will be my sixth sister-in-law. ”

"Why is the princess here?"

Xiao Jingjue asked someone to put the futon on the bed and took Wanxiang's hand: "Are you panicking?" ”

"Panic?"

"yes, you're not flustered? I panicked the day before I got married, and I thought you must be too, so I came to accompany you. ”

Wanxiang looked at her cautiously: "How do I feel, the princess has other things?" ”