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Sleepless nights.

Looking at the big red wedding dress on the bed, Xinglian carried a pot of wine, and poured it from time to time.

Isn't alcohol intoxicating......

The fiery red dress was dazzling, making her have a moment of trance.

As soon as the morning dawns, she is about to enter the palace, and the distance from dawn is ...... He snapped his fingers and smiled bitterly, as if there was less than an hour left.

Seeing that the hour was almost up, she left the wine jug that had been drunk in her hand, untied the nightgown on her body, changed into a wedding dress in front of the mirror, and didn't have to bother Ruoyan to come over to help, and slowly began to dress up.

Wuji wanted, she gave everything, that is, this serious dress, delicate and transparent makeup, and a lot.

The face looks a little red because of the wine, and the red wedding dress looks really like a shy bride.

When everything was completed, Ruoyan had already pushed open the door and came in, glanced at Qiao Xinglian, who had been taken care of, moved his lips, didn't say anything, and came over to tidy up the hem of her clothes for her and put on hair accessories.

There was still some time left, and the master and servant sat opposite each other.

"Miss, do you really want to marry King Ling?" I remember that when I came back from Jiangnan, this young lady with a thick face as thick as the city wall told her generously that she was going to marry King Jing as a concubine in her life, and she would be the only one in the position of Princess Jing in the future, and she wanted three wives and four concubines, unless she died first.

No matter how hard it took to work in a blink of an eye, it was only a few days, and he had already put on the wedding dress, but the person he wanted to marry had a different one.

King Ling is not bad, at least he treats Miss sincerely, but for a woman, isn't the most important thing to be with her beloved?

"Then there can be a fake, I have all my clothes worn, and I am about to kneel three times and knock nine times."

"But Miss ......"

"Don't worry, I'll take you into King Ling's Mansion together, although there are more concubines there, but it's lively, it's boring in the future, let's run the door all over the courtyard, one a day, according to the merry tents before Beiling, we won't bring the same for a month." After saying this with a smile, she picked up the lip dye and took a sip lightly, her delicate red lips were as bright as blood.

If the words are open, they want to say something, but when the words come to their mouths, they are a little speechless.

In her opinion, her young lady is completely self-defeating.

The young lady, who is usually vigorous and resolute and harmful, will give up on herself as if she has broken her brain.

After hesitating for a long time, she stood up and circled the star refining left and right twice.

He looked at her suspiciously for a moment, then reached out and poked her head.

"What are you doing!" Patting away his restless hand, Xinglian hurriedly stroked the ornaments on his head, "Don't mess with my makeup, Miss Ben got up early in the morning to take care of it." ”

Ruoyan hesitated and hesitated, and then spoke, "It doesn't seem that someone has dropped the bag, and it doesn't seem to hurt your head, how can it be like a different person." ”

Xinglian was stunned when he heard this, rolled his eyes, stood up and lifted his polar red skirt, "Okay, the hour is almost up, has the sedan chair in the palace arrived, I should go." ”

The sedan chair was waiting at the door of Qiao's Mansion early in the morning, and at this time, guests had already come to Qiao's Mansion one after another, and they were waiting to go to the palace to attend the wedding banquet together after lunch.

Xinglian was not interested in the lively scene in Qiao's mansion, and after symbolically saying goodbye to her cheap father Qiao Xiangye, she got into the sedan chair without even looking back.

This time, she is really the princess of King Ling.