"Does your eldest princess's adoptive mother not give you pocket money?" Changle launched a merciless criticism of him.

"Here, it's a lot!" He threw a nonchalant laugh.

"Then why do you still covet the dowry of other people's girls' families? Do you still want to have a meeting with me? "She wasn't going to save him face.

"Your intelligence vaguely has my demeanor." The young man has a stubborn persistence.

Changle saw the move: "Don't dare, don't dare, although I don't know what medicine you sell in the gourd, but I won't do the matter of chickens and dogs." ”

"Really? Could it be that I remember wrongly, who squatted on the eaves of the emperor to go to school at that time? He was so sure he sounded like that.

But can the nature of these two things be the same? It is clearly confusing. Changle doesn't explain, and the explanation should also be told to reasonable people, and the best way to deal with this kind of nonsense is not to refute, not respond, and treat it as nothing.

Jiang Xian touched the nail, but the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became: "I think you were fascinated by my appearance at the time, and then there was something later." ”

His narcissism is as incomprehensible as a mystery.

Changle didn't want to explore the answer, and pretended to smile apologetically: "I'm sorry, the maid Taoyao still has to serve the future prince's side concubine, Jiang Gongzi please take care of yourself." ”

In the pavilion, Jiang Xian said alone for a long time, "It's really stupid!" ”

The wedding of Wu Zangyun and Luo Ze was held as scheduled, and the lights in the palace were full of joy, and laughter and laughter could be seen everywhere.

Early in the morning, Changle helped Zangyun dress up, her face was too pale, so the rouge was slightly heavier, and the eyebrows were very good, and she only lightly traced it, she was a beauty, and she was so beautiful that she didn't care about these extra decorations.

The little tailor Zong Ming's wedding dress is unexpectedly fresh in the beauty, but the clusters of embroidery are like the real thing, the blood is red under the sun, there is an indescribable bewitchment, so bright that it pierces the heart, Changle wants to see him next time he must ask for advice on the dyeing method of this silk thread, why it is so chic.

Holding Zangyun wearing a red hijab into the main hall full of guests, Changle handed her to Luo Ze, who was already waiting there, Luo Ze held the other end of the red silk, and it seemed that he could only see Zangyun alone in his world.

Changle was not sad but not comfortable, she quietly watched them salute, listening to the blessings of the crowd to them, only to feel that the creation made people, and was about to withdraw when she noticed that there was a gaze in the crowd that shot at her like an arrow, she subconsciously looked over, it turned out to be the Futu City Lord who was dressed up to attend.

City Lord Chai Ying had met her once before, but to be precise, it should be a glance, and what she saw was his small half of his side face, and she shook it and passed it in the blink of an eye.

Looking at each other at this time, Changle was stunned for a moment, and was surprised to realize that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

And Chai Ying's eyes when he looked at Changle changed from surprise to fluctuation, and it only took a moment.

Does he know himself, too?

But Chai Ying has been sitting on the position of the lord of Futu City for more than eight years, he has almost never left the city, and Changle, this is the first time in his life to come to Yongchang, in the past in the deep palace, she has not seen many strange men, especially Chai Ying, who is not young and heroic, Changle should not have any impression, but she feels that she must have seen it somewhere, it is really strange!

Jiang Xian, who took joining in the fun as his side business, saw Changle preoccupied, and deliberately coughed in her ear, and after attracting her attention, he said tepidly: "What, don't you feel too cruel in the face of this scene?" ”

Changle saw that he had misunderstood, and gently bypassed his tilted head: "Compared to that, seeing your face is a more cruel thing. ”

Jiang Xian maintained a faint smile on his face: "Cooked duck." ”

Changle didn't have time to talk to him, the newlyweds had progressed to the process of being sent to the cave room, Luo Ze wanted to entertain guests in the hall, and Zangyun was naturally sent back to the wedding room by Changle.

She stepped forward to support Zangyun, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Luo Ze.

His red wedding dress was like a flame, burning on Changle's heart at once.

This sudden change made Changle's shoulders tremble, his face was so bright, and there was a kind of soul power in his deep eyes.

She struggled to compose herself, steadied her pace and slowly walked out.

It was their wedding, and I was just trying to miss him. Changle tried to laugh it off.