On the carved window railing, the candlelight reflected Duan Junmo's figure, straight and slender, although through the window, you could also feel the indifference and calmness emanating from him.

She walked to the door, only to see the doorman take a step forward and say in a low voice: "The prince is discussing with someone, and I ask the princess to wait for a while." ”

She bowed slightly, then stood aside, and looked at the reflection on the windowsill, there was indeed a figure.

I couldn't see the inside clearly, but I could hear the sound from outside the window.

"This is very inappropriate." Duan Junmo's voice is still so deep and magnetic.

"Why?" It was a stranger's voice.

"Nanyan is the concubine of Zhuangfu, how can she be the side concubine of this king."

"This is not the time, when you sit in that position, who does what, it's not up to you to decide."

......

She was stunned, knowing that what they were talking about was more private, so she was ready to retreat for a while.

Unexpectedly, I heard a voice behind me, and responded very lightly, "Okay." ”

Her steps froze, and then the corners of her mouth raised an obscure arc, and she silently left Jinlongxuan.

The small back, in the desolate night, lonely and abrupt.

After returning to Xiyuan, she stood under the Bodhi tree at the foot of the wall for a night.

She couldn't tell what her mood was at the moment, why she was like this, she only felt depressed in her heart, and the original pleasure was gone, leaving only a faint wound.

My mind was also chaotic, as if I was filled with something, but I felt empty, nothing.

In my ears, the voice echoed again and again, making it difficult to eliminate.

The next morning, when she woke up, she found that she had slept under a tree at some point, and the yard was empty, revealing a hint of cold.

Without the maidservants who delivered breakfast, and without the diligent minions, everything seemed to be back to the past. What happened a few days ago was just a dream for her.

As soon as the morning dawned, the house began to be lit up, and in less than a day, the festive red silk was hung all the beams and treetops, and even the West Garden, where she lived, was also bright red.

The minions walked up and down happily, with smiles on their faces, as if they had not seen the princess, and just shouted to decorate the palace, and it was bustling.

Because he was in the courtyard all night, Feng Ling was not very infected with the wind and cold at night, so he closed the courtyard door and closed the door.

The side concubine is different from the princess, so there are many etiquettes that will be omitted, but Zhuang Nanyan is a concubine after all, and the people in the palace do not dare to slack off, although it has been prepared for less than ten days, but the dowry and dowry that the main room should have are readily available, and dozens of boxes of rare treasures are carried, which envies countless women for a while.

this day.

Hearing that the concubine of the Zhuang Mansion married the Seventh Prince as a side room, countless ordinary people came forward to watch the excitement.

Some people say that this Miss Zhuang has a deep relationship with the prince, so she married a side room without caring about her name.

Some people also said that the prince had already fallen in love with Miss Zhuang, but the emperor gave him a marriage, so he had to marry the princess.

Some people even say that Feng Lingye used great means, and only then did she turn from a prisoner of war concubine to a princess.

On the streets, from the Zhuang Mansion to the Wangfu, the red carpet was rolled out all the way.

coincided with the wedding period and the spring when the flowers were in full bloom, and on both sides of the road, the peach blossoms were flying, confusing people's eyes, and sprinkled on the ground, adding a little beauty to the love of the two.

In the sound of firecrackers, Duan Junmo was wearing a wedding robe, with a slender and burly posture and a smile on his face, which was diametrically opposed to the cold demeanor when he married the princess before, which further confirmed everyone's inference.

The boiling cheers are all wishing that the love between the two can last forever and grow old.

The wedding sedan chair was put down, Duan Junmo personally dismounted, picked up Zhuang Nanyan, who was covered with red yarn, and walked to the hall of worship with a light gait.

Originally, there was no worship in the side room, but this scene was ordered by Duan Junmo himself, but he couldn't wronged Zhuang Nanyan.

The bridesmaid stood in front to lead the way, and after bringing the two to the hall, they began to worship the church.

Due to the special situation, there are only two seats on the high hall, and there are no concubines and emperors.

The bride adjusted her form, looked at the two newlyweds, and began to sing loudly: "Two newlyweds, worship the high hall!" ”

Zhuang Nanyan raised a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth, and as Duan Junmo took up the red silk, when he finally bowed to the empty chair, he saw a clear and beautiful figure like a fairy coming at the door.