Nangong Qi stared at Yao Feiyan with wide eyes.

Yao's granddaughter? This Yao Taishi is my father's teacher.

No wonder the crazy girl can be canonized as the county lord, it turns out that she still has this identity.

"Grandpa is old and has a bad memory, but fortunately, grandpa still remembers me." Yao Feiyan smiled.

I only heard Nangong Mo quip: "I remember that Lord Yao pestered the seventh brother when he was a child, and now that he has returned to Beijing, he is still pestering the seventh brother. ”

"What? Brother Prince, you're not kidding, why isn't the younger brother impressed? Nangong Qi grinned.

Yao Feiyan was also at a loss.

"Of course you don't remember, they were all two or three year old milk dolls at that time, what can you remember." Nangong Mo said with a smile.

Nangong Mo is the eldest son of the emperor, and Nangong Qi is the youngest son of Emperor Jing'an, the age difference between the two is seventeen or eighteen years old, and Nangong Mo's son is about to catch up with Nangong Qi.

When Nangong Qi was still a milk doll, he was already ready to get married.

Hearing Nangong Mo mention this, Yao Feiyan lowered her head shyly.

Nangong Qi pursed his lips, and the boss was unhappy in his heart. Feelings, this crazy girl has been entangled with the master since she was a child.

"Prince Ben's carriage is in front, and there are still things to deal with, so let's go first." After Nangong Mo finished speaking, he walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Nangong Qi and Yao Feiyan walked around the Kyoto market until it was dark, and Nangong Qi sent Yao Feiyan to the Taishi Mansion and returned to the palace.

…

Prime Minister Ye Cheng's mansion is brightly lit, the red lanterns in front of the door are hung high, and the Yingchun Pavilion is full of red happy words.

An Wanqing was wearing a red wedding robe, sitting in front of the dresser with an expressionless face, letting the bride and the maid dress up.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the bronze mirror, An Wanqing felt a little sad inexplicably, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry, she wanted to escape, but she couldn't, under the arrangement of fate, she had been pushed onto this point of no return.

An Wanqing wanted to cry and stared at the image in the bronze mirror in a daze without tears.

She thinks that women in the world, no matter how fat, thin, beautiful or ugly, regardless of family background, probably have a common wish, wearing Luan Feng Chengxiang's wedding dress, marrying the man who loves her the most in the world, raising her eyebrows and respecting each other......

And by himself, it's probably impossible.

At this moment, An Wanqing hated Yan Qingyu even more, and the price she paid was too heavy to kill him.

With a touch of poisonous heart makeup, she didn't dare to be emotional easily, and the slightest emotion would affect her heart with faint colic.

An Wanqing clutched the wedding robe, she swore that she would not stab the enemy and would not give up.

Unconsciously, her eyes were red, no matter how strong An Wanqing was, she was just a woman after all.

"Biyu, when the auspicious time comes, you will get married, and it is inconvenient for him to come over, so he is waiting for the sedan chair of the fifth prince in the front hall. By the way, the master said that your dowry maid is too few, so he brought Lan Zhu over and asked Lan Zhu and Xing'er to accompany you to get married. This Lanzhu is serious and cautious, go with you, and the lord can rest assured. ”

Mrs. Ye walked into the room with a smile on her face and said to An Wanqing, who was sitting in front of the dresser.

"Slave Lanzhu, please say hello to the five princesses, and Lanzhu will be the person of the five princesses in the future." Lan Zhu hurriedly saluted.

An Wanqing frowned, and from the bronze mirror on the dresser, she saw a maid in a rose red dress following Mrs. Ye, with a melon seed face, round eyes, and a very clever look.

She hasn't married into the Hao Mansion yet, and she is not the fifth princess who is justified, but this maid is very sweet-mouthed.

"Thank you for your concern." An Wan smiled lightly.

Mrs. Ye smiled a few more words, and went to the front hall to accompany Ye Yiyang to wait for the sedan chair of the fifth prince.

For an extra maid to marry, someone else may be willing. However, An Wanqing knew very well in her heart that Ye Yiyang sent Lan Zhu over, where was to serve her, and it was clear that he was spying on her.

It can even be said that Ye Yiyang just took the opportunity to send Lan Zhu into the Haowang Mansion to be his undercover agent.

Of course An Wanqing didn't want to, she was not Miss Ye Er after all, and now she just had to deal with an apricot, and she had to guard against being discovered by the fifth prince and Lan Zhu ruining her plan.

Her purpose has always been Yan Qingyu, and she doesn't care about other people's plans, but if others ruin her plans and find out her abnormality, then don't blame her for being ruthless.

While he was thinking wildly, the sound of crackling firecrackers came from outside.

The bride smiled and clapped her hands and said, "Quickly put a hijab on the bride and send the bride out of the boudoir, the fifth prince is here." ”

The maid hurriedly covered An Wanqing with a hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and Xing'er and Lan Zhu helped An Wanqing to walk outside the Yingchun Pavilion left and right.

An Wanqing's heart was pounding, her steps were getting heavier and heavier, she was too nervous, she wanted to refuse, after all, the wedding robe was to be worn to the man who loved her the most, and the tears couldn't help but slide down her cheeks.

In order to get revenge, she can only keep convincing herself.

An Wanqing didn't know how long she had walked, but she only remembered that her ears were full of Daoxi's voice, and she only remembered that she walked through the corridor, through the bowed stone door, and crossed the threshold......

"Princess, be careful of your step, the sedan chair is in front of you." Apricot reminded.

An Wanqing came back to her senses, carefully raised her legs and stepped into the sedan chair, and just sat down, Nangong Hao's cold and indifferent voice came from her ears, "Jiaojiao." ”

When the bride heard the voice, she shouted loudly at the welcoming team: "Qijiao, go back to the Haowang Mansion." ”

An Wanqing twitched the corners of her mouth and sneered in her heart.

Thinking about it, this Hao Wang Ye shouldn't have a good impression of himself.

As long as Nangong Hao uses his brain, he naturally knows that the current Prime Minister Ye Cheng's mansion is the person of the third prince Nangong Yu, and if he marries him, he will bring Nangong Yu's internal response to it.

The bride kept chanting auspicious words in her mouth, the sound of horns, suona, gongs, and the crowd of onlookers on the street, in short, it was very lively.

Nangong Hao sat on the horse, glanced at the sedan chair behind him, and a subtle sneer hooked at the corner of his mouth.

For the bride in the sedan chair, he was not happy at all.

First of all, it was not what he wanted, it was given to him by his so-called father. Secondly, he naturally knew in his heart that the woman sitting in the coarse son was the daughter of Prime Minister Ye Yiyang, how could Nangong Yu and Ye Yiyang miss the opportunity to install an undercover agent in the Haowang Mansion?

Tossed all night without closing her eyes, An Wanqing almost fell asleep in the sedan chair, just closed her eyes, and suddenly heard Xi Niang shouting: "Haowangfu has arrived, Luojiao!" ”

An Wanqing struck a spirit, settled down, hurriedly tidied up her wedding robe, and sat upright.

The sedan chair settled, the bride lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and Xing'er and Lan Zhu helped her out of the sedan chair and went to the Haowang Mansion.

There was still a lively sound of joy in his ears, and although the ministers of the court were not close to the five princes who had just returned to Beijing, they also came to Daoxi according to the number of etiquette.