Chapter 1 I already have a sweetheart, you can do it yourself

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The third prince Ji of the Han tribe is about to get married, and I heard that the pie in the sky is actually going to marry the son of the Nangong tribe.

The two tribes put out the news on the same day,

"Han" immediately exploded on the ground, and no one could understand what Wang Jun of the Nangong tribe thought, and actually asked the prince to marry her!

The status of the Han tribe is in

"Han" lowered his head, not to mention, the three princes were also unfavored. I heard that I had a serious illness when I was eight years old and was sent to the mountains for quarantine, and I was only picked up at the age of sixteen, so I am afraid that she has become a village girl full of foul language.

Han Songya couldn't believe it when she learned the news, why did she marry into the Nangong tribe?

The object is still the son! I think she was fed pig food by her eldest sister when she was a child, and she was bitten by the dog in the yard of the second sister and lost her flesh, and her life can be described as wonderful.

The servants were even more excited than her master when they heard about it, yes, because they were not favored, they didn't know how much suffering they had suffered, maybe this was the end of the bitterness.

But Han Songya knew that things were not so simple. The car was driving in the direction of the Nangong tribe, and she heard that Gongzi Yu would come to pick her up with a guard of honor.

In Han Songya's imagination, Gongzi Yu, dressed in wedding clothes, rode a jujube red essence strong horse, there were halogen books of honor guards on the left and right, and there were banquet honor guards in front and back, and the whole team was blowing and playing a happy color.

After the two parties docked, the ceremonial envoys exchanged news and took the lead in kneeling and bowing to their respective masters, and the people behind them also crackled and knelt down, shouting congratulations.

The car stopped, Gongziyu jumped off the horse and symbolically knocked on the car door, Ling Cui opened the door from the inside, and helped Han Songya, who had covered his head, out.

The bride was nervous, and her hand hidden in her sleeve trembled slightly. Her identity can be easily found out by the Nangong tribe.

She was afraid, afraid that Gongzi Yu would dislike the low status of no power behind her. Even when he helped himself out of the car and thanked him, he trembled.

"Multi-...... Thank you, Shizi. Nangong Yu heard the nervousness in her words, and only then did she suppress the cruel words on her lips, this woman's voice can really capture people's souls.

Originally, I wanted to ask her why she did everything possible to marry into the Nangong tribe, but now because of her voice like a clear spring, she was a little reluctant.

The group stopped and stopped, and finally arrived at the palace near the Nangong tribe a few days later. Although she lived in the same house every day, Han Songya never saw Gongziyu.

When there were still two days away from the Nangong tribe, he no longer rode his horse as before, but stopped his horse and waited for the tired car to pass by, and said to the people inside: "I already have a sweetheart, you can do it yourself." "Oh, sure enough...... It's not that simple.

Although I was prepared, I still couldn't help but be disappointed. Han Songya opened her mouth several times and replied as calmly as possible, "I know." Hearing the sound of horses' hooves moving away, Han Songya let out a breath of turbid breath and smiled desolately.

I had expectations for him before, hoping that the husband and wife would be harmonious and that the children and grandchildren would be generations long, but now I think about it...... Also, where can I be worthy of him?

Shouldn't he have a sweetheart? There are too many women who are better than themselves.

"Shizi, if that's the case, why did you marry me?" When he arrived at the next palace, when he took care of his face and helped himself to dismount, Han Songya seized the opportunity to ask him.

Gongzi Yu replied without thinking about it: "The order of your parents must not be disobeyed." Han Songya touched the empty heart and said indifferently: "Since the son of the world already has a sweetheart, when we follow your parents' wishes, let me go!" Gongziyu stood in place and watched her look at the road through the gap under the hijab, and the red embroidered shoes stepped into the small puddle without knowing, and for a moment wanted to follow, but gritted his teeth and held back.

When she arrived at the room where she was resting at night, Han Songya found a way to walk outside Gongziyu's room before she could remove her maid's makeup.

It was dark in the room, and he seemed to be out.

"What are you doing?" Gongziyu found that the woman in red was probing her brain outside her door, and when she got closer to see clearly, she found that it was her.

Han Songya turned to look at him, pinched her fingertips and whispered: "Gongziyu, you said that you have a sweetheart, even if your parents are persecuted, you shouldn't bear her, before we reach the Nangong tribe, you should withdraw from me." ”

"Heh......" Gongzi Yu seemed to see an idiot, and walked a few steps closer to her and hummed with his nostrils,

"I really don't know why they want me to marry you, a fool with no power and no status."

"Why do you talk like that?" Han Songya frowned and took two steps back, and the phoenix crown on her head squirmed with her movements,

"I'm thinking about you, why are you scolding me? When I really marry you, your sweetheart will come and accuse me of robbing her husband who should have been, and I don't want to be a bad person! Gongzi Yu heard her mention the pain in her heart, so angry that she pushed her away and roared heavily: "Get out!" Han Songya's center of gravity was unstable and she fell down the stone ladder, gasping in pain.

She didn't know what she had said that upset him, and she didn't have time to think about it now, because her arm seemed to be sprained.

Quietly running back to the room, locking the deadbolt to prevent the servants from coming in and finding out, Han Songya took out a silver needle from her purse and took a wick to make the room light up.

Roll up your wide sleeves to check, the crook of the left arm is swollen and shiny. She skillfully took out a handkerchief and bit it between her teeth, sterilized the silver needles with a candle flame, and then pricked the needles one by one according to the acupuncture points.

During this period, he used his intact right hand to find a bottle of medicine powder that invigorated blood and dispels blood stasis in the small bag he carried, and when the silver needle was removed, he applied the medicine to his arm.

She had never found herself so skilled in dealing with this kind of injury, and if she was blindfolded, she should be able to find the acupuncture points on her body to reduce swelling, relieve pain and stop bleeding.

After doing all this fluently, Han Songya suddenly laughed, laughing and laughing, but two lines of tears flowed.

Who wants to get hurt all the time? Who wants to be beaten and bullied and then go back to the room alone to lick their wounds? She would rather not have such skilled medical skills.

The master said that he was in good health, and he did not leave any traces of injuries. Han Songya followed with a smile: "Yes, my physique is naturally good." "It's just that the scar, although it didn't leave any traces on the body, it was deeply engraved in the heart.

Lying in front of the window and looking at the miserable white moonlight, she used to laugh ignorantly at the lonely moon but still stubbornly hanging in the sky, so arrogant to ask others to look up.

Now I understand that it is the same kind as myself. It stubbornly stands tall on top, but struggles in the mud itself.

It's the same, and you can't help yourself. Perhaps, that irascible Nangong Yu is its incarnation, arrogant and dismissive.

But so what? It's not that you can't make your own marriage! In this way, Han Songya naively classified Nangong Yu with herself.

But later, she realized that she was really stupid.

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