Chapter Eighty-Four: Escort
No one in the courtyard dared to raise their eyes to look at Aman's arm, and the seemingly weak and bullying Qi'er was really as ruthless as Wanxiang.
The sound of the hot iron burning on the body reached Wanxiang's ears, and the handmaidens who lost their voices could not scream, and finally fainted with beads of sweat the size of falling beans.
Those maids who took scissors to cut Qi'er's arms were also scratched by Qi'er. Ling Zhao, who couldn't stand it, closed his eyes, and the sound of whipping still couldn't stop drilling into Ling Zhao's ears.
Wanxiang didn't seem to expect that Qi'er would be so fierce, no worse than herself. But remembering that she was no longer by her side a few days ago, and she was bullied, Wanxiang felt that it was not difficult to understand.
When Ji'er finished her busy work, Wanxiang saluted Ling Zhao: "Princess Xie is upholding justice today, if your subordinates really do something wrong in the future, your subordinates will follow the princess and never cover up."
In the future, whoever goes to listen to Yutai smear the princess under the banner of the princess will remember in his heart: If I scold someone, I will poison her mouth, and if I beat someone, I will cut off her hand.
In a word, my people can only be moved. When the subordinates finished their work, they retired first. β
As soon as the words landed, Wanxiang saluted again, and seemed to carefully lead people out of the South Courtyard.
The yard was so clean and tight, looking at the few injured maids on the ground, Ling Zhao's eyes were red with shortness of breath, tears were rolling in his eyes, and he stubbornly refused to fall.
She felt both embarrassed and helpless, and the Empress Dowager had no time to pay attention to her. If the message was transmitted to southern Xinjiang, Ling Zhao could guess that his brother would definitely tell him to stabilize the king of Pingnan.
If you don't want to endure it, you have to endure it.
In the eyes of others, the degree of Wanxiang's viciousness is simply eye-catching, but Xiao Huaijin is not angry at all, as soon as he returned to the palace, he didn't see where Wanxiang was, and he heard someone say what kind of things Wanxiang had done today.
Xiao Huaijin smiled when she heard it, and stepped into the door of the east courtyard: "It looks like she did it." Liang Cuo, call her over. β
"Yes."
This will be Wanxiang sat in the room, carefully medicated Qi'er, and muttered while applying it: "Such a beautiful pair of arms, I'm afraid it's bad to leave a scar." But the wound is too deep, and there will still be some left. β
"It's okay, no one looks at Ji'er's arm anyway."
"You're not married, are you?" Wanxiang came out of her head in disgust: "If you ask you to practice martial arts well, you can't even beat people to bully you, shame on me." β
"The girl is talking now, and the prince is in the same tone."
"Really?" Wanxiang recalled in her heart Xiao Huaijin's tone when she blamed herself for 'not learning and not knowing', and suddenly laughed: "Don't say it, it's really like." β
"Girl, will you marry the prince?"
Wanxiang glanced up at her: "Why are you asking this?" β
"I heard that Princess Yonglu is about to marry Bai Ninghou, so I want to ask when the girl will have a home."
"Haven't I been in the palace all the time?" Akika replied as she wrapped strips of cloth for her.
"That's not what it means, Ji'er is asking the true destination."
"What? Is it that you want to get married? Just chasing me to ask such a question? β
"I didn't ...... Not at all! Qi'er denied it and blushed with shame.
Wanxiang pretended to be meditative: "I want to think about it...... Is it Liang Fault? Or is it the shopkeeper of the long street pile? β
"It's not!"
"Oh? Aren't they? Wanxiang pretended to be surprised: "Who is that?" You tell me to listen to it, and I will ask the prince to make decisions for you. β
Qi'er covered her sleeves, and when she saw that Wanxiang was still laughing, she picked up the pen holder on the side and chased after Wanxiang: "Girl, you make fun of me!" β
"You can even shoot an arrow off target, and you still want to fight me? I'm really fighting back! β
"Don't make fun of me!"
The more she chased, the more Wanxiang wanted to laugh, and deliberately teased her while dodging back.
Just when Qi'er just pounced, Wanxiang turned around and dodged, Qi'er saw Liang Cuo behind Wanxiang, and wanted to stop but didn't have time, and the whole person fell into Liang Cuo's arms.
Liang Cuo helped the person up in a panic, turned his head to Wanxiang and said, "The prince called you over." β
"Oh."
Qi'er put the pen holder aside and picked up the cloak of incense.
"Let's go." Wanxiang put on her coat and hurriedly followed Liang Cuo. She was afraid that Xiao Huaijin would find her in a hurry, so she left in a hurry, and she didn't see the loss and resentment on the look of Qi'er behind her at all.
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As soon as he entered the east courtyard and sat next to Xiao Huaijin's desk, Wanxiang unceremoniously poured tea for himself: "Has the saint left the prince to eat?" β
Xiao Huaijin flipped through the illustrated book in his hand: "Will I come back at this hour for dinner?" β
"Did you talk about Elm Pine City?"
"Every time this king calls you, it's you who keeps asking." Saying that, Xiao Huaijin took the scroll in his hand and knocked on Wanxiang's head.
Wanxiang covered her head: "It's good to ask what the prince wants, why do you beat people at every turn?" β
"As soon as you go back to the house, you will go to the South Courtyard to make a fuss, are you giving Ling Zhao a horse, or are you deliberately showing Xiao Huaihui?"
Wanxiang leaned on the side of the brown table, stepped on the edge of the couch with her little feet, and picked up the walnut crisp in the plum blossom plate: "The subordinates have nothing to show their majesty, and they don't need to demonstrate to anyone."
One is that she can't get used to her bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and the other is that she wants to remind Ling Zhao that it has already begun. β
"What?"
Wanxiang stuffed the walnut crisp into her mouth and waved her hand: "The prince doesn't need to know anything." β
There was a hint of danger in her words, which made Xiao Huaijin's heart feel a little uneasy, but he didn't intend to ask to the end.
picked up the letter on the side and pushed it in front of Wanxiang: "Lan handed it to you." β
Wanxiang picked up the letterhead and looked at the wax mark on the letterhead: "It seems that the princess is willing to help." β
Tearing it open to see the contents, Ayaka picked up the tea bowl on the side, lit the letter and watched the fire burn, and finally threw the remaining bit of his hand into the tea bowl to watch it burn clean.
blinked his eyes lightly and looked up and asked Xiao Huaijin: "On the day the princess gets married, the prince will take the princess into the palace together, right?" β
"You don't want to?"
"No, I'm just afraid that the princess won't want to enter the palace with you that day."
Wanxiang took a sip of tea, already thinking about what would happen in a month in her heart.
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As January passed, it was already early winter, and the weather was getting colder, so it was not suitable for marriage.
But Xiao Jingyu is an impatient person, and she can't stop running to Baining Houfu before she asks Najib, and it is even more impossible for her to delay the wedding until the next year.
The Empress Dowager and the Holy Lord didn't care too much about Xiao Jingjue, they only thought that she was about to spill the water, and she was happy.
So I don't care about withering everywhere, and I don't care about the sparse grass and trees. Fortunately, the sky did not suddenly turn gray, and the long figure of the slanting sun dyed the whole sky red, as if it had been burned by fire.
Some people say that this is the manifestation of the first emperor, and finally sent his most beloved daughter. Some people also say that this is the first emperor who was reluctant to Princess Yonglu.
No matter what kind of rhetoric, it is happy for Xiao Jingjue.
She can finally leave the dim and cold harem openly, she finally marries the person she wants to marry, and in the days to come, she will speak loudly if she wants to speak, and laugh hard if she wants to laugh.
As soon as dawn was seen that day, Xiao Huaijin got up and entered the palace. As Wanxiang expected, Ling Zhao was sick and did not enter the palace with Xiao Huaijin.
Wanxiang stood on the old tree not far from the south courtyard, watching Lingzhao wear a dark gray cloak and take A Man and a few maids out of the house together.
Wanxiang muttered in her mouth: "It's done." β
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In front of the palace, behind the bell tower, the solemn Xuanyuan Gate is ten miles of red makeup. There the emperor will send his aunt out.
Xiao Jingyu below knelt in front of the Xuanyuan Gate, ready to bid farewell to the saint and the ancestors.
Xiao Huaijin stood not far behind the emperor, staring at everything. Thinking about the abnormality of Wanxiang in the past few days, she has been counting the days of Xiao Jingyu's marriage with her fingers, and she didn't say anything when she asked her what she was going to do.
It's unsettling to think about.
The sound of heavy ceremonial music sounded, accompanied by the afterglow of the slanting sun, spread throughout the imperial city. Xiao Jingjue got up, the Empress Dowager covered her with a blood-red hijab, and the old man with a full of energy shouted in a long and stocky voice: "The auspicious time has comeββ"
Just as Xiao Jingyu was waiting for the final salute to the emperor and the empress dowager, Xiao Huaijin heard the faint and rapid sound of horses' hooves, which became real little by little from far to near.
Xiao Jingjue in front of her turned around to leave, and the hypocritical concubine touched two tears down, and before Xiao Jingjue could take a step, Xiao Huaijin suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Escort!" β