"Brother Qingping, the time is coming, you should enter the palace!"

Outside, gongs and drums are in the sky, red candles are all over the sky, and joy is everywhere.

Ling Shuang stood outside, her eyes faintly urging the people in the room.

After a while, the people inside didn't react at all, the housekeeper was already urging outside, Ling Shuang was a little anxious, and walked in quietly.

"Brother Qingping, the hour is coming, let's clean up early."

Jiang Qing raised his eyes indifferently, and his empty eyes reflected the pretty figure in front of him, "You're here."

It was obviously a happy day, but the faces of the two were even uglier than the burial.

"Well, the carriage is already ready outside, so let's hurry up and don't delay the hour."

Jiang Qingping's eyes flashed, and his hand tightly squeezed the official hat on the table, "Hmph, you are more eager than me."

Ling Shuang lowered her head, her eyes darkened, "After all, you are going to enter the palace to face the saint, if you offend the emperor, I am afraid that you will be guilty."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Qingping's mouth, and when it came to the end, he suddenly regretted the decision he had made.

"Alright, let's get over there."

Time passed, leaving no one with much opportunity to regret it, Jiang Qingping almost rubbed the things in his hand, and finally slowly stood up and walked outside.

Ling Shuang's hands tightened, and she wanted to step forward, but she finally stopped her steps, and a tear fell slowly from the corner of her eye.

The emperor's favorite seventh princess recruited Ma Lang, which caused a sensation in the entire capital for a while, and thousands of empty alleys came out to see this 10,000-year-old grand occasion.

"Ouch, it's worthy of being the new champion, this face is really good!"

"Yes, this is really too magnificent, the last time I saw such a magnificent scene was when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince got married! It's really enviable!"

"Yes, this champion is talented and talented, what a talented woman!"

The voice of praise was endless, floating in Jiang Qingping's ears, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Wrapped in red makeup, Jiang Qingping took Zhao Si'er's hand, bowed to the emperor in the Taiji Palace, bowed a few times, met many officials, and finally brought people back, but at this grand banquet, Jiang Qingping's parents were clearly missing.

The red candle flickered, Zhao Si'er sat on the bed, raised her hand to lift her hijab, and looked coldly at the display in front of her.

The golden silk nanmu, the satin ayaluo, and the fine white porcelain cups are all in accordance with her rules in the palace, and Jiang Qingping is very attentive to her, and she is quite obedient.

At the door, there was a sound of the door bolt, and a human figure flashed in, it was Jiang Qingping.

On today's happy day, he drank a little too much, his face was red, and his walking was a little unsteady.

The handsome aura of only one body can't be extinguished, and it looks very clean.

Zhao Si'er glanced at the person at the door with cold eyes, and at the end, she gently raised her hand and poured a glass of wine and sipped it in her mouth.

"Jiang Lang, I'm afraid that you still can't drink this amount, in the future, you should practice more!"

Jiang Qingping shook his head and staggered to her, "Gong, princess, why, why did you lift your hijab yourself?"

"I've waited too long, it's too boring, so I took it away by myself, besides, it's really not a big deal, it's just a hijab."

Jiang Qingping didn't complain, nodded lightly, went straight to the bed, and lay down suddenly.

Zhao Si'er looked at his unpromising appearance, and snorted lightly, "Your performance today, this princess is quite satisfied, but today is a happy day, you still have to make a show with me, get up, and drink a glass of wine with me!"

The etiquette that should be there must be must not be lacking, and it must not be a laughing stock.

Jiang Qingping has been poured for a long time, and he is already a little tired, so he turned his head and wanted to sleep.

"Princess Ben hasn't said you can sleep yet!"

Zhao Si'er's white palm slowly hooked Jiang Qingping's belt, and with the force of his hand, he pulled the person up a little.

Jiang Qingping felt the movement, and finally woke up for a moment in a sleeping state.

The hazy sleepy eyes and the blushing face are a bit funny.

Zhao Si'er was not embarrassed, she only brought the marigold herself, hooked the hands of the person in front of her and drank it.

The slender throat kept stirring, reflecting the bright red joy, and the mouth of the hook was dry.

Jiang Qingping's eyes were a little no longer clear for a while, it was Su Xiao, no, it was Ling Shuang, it was Ling Shuang who married him.

Uncontrollably held the face of the person in front of him with both hands, kissed it almost obsessively, and kept muttering in his mouth.

Zhao Si'er didn't refuse, and closed her eyes.

The curtains fell, the red candles swayed, and the room was beautiful.

In the quiet night of Jiaojie, only Ling Shuang couldn't sleep alone, she didn't move to the new mansion with Jiang Qingping tonight, and it was a little scary to guard the empty mansion alone.

"Madam, why are you willing to let her enter the mansion, if you don't follow you to the new mansion, the new man may not be happy in his heart!"

Ling Shuang sat in the courtyard, staring at the moonlight with empty eyes.

"The princess is a daughter, I am just a thing that cannot be put on the table, if I provoke the princess and hinder her eyes, it will bring trouble to Brother Qingping!"

On the side, the little maid couldn't bear it at all.

"Hmph, in my opinion, you don't have to be so good to the young master, you dig out your heart and lungs for him, but in the end, he marries someone else, and the Spring Festival is really hateful!"

Ling Shuang's hand under his sleeve was already clenched, but the corner of his mouth was hooked up with a pale smile, and he raised his hand and tapped the little girl's head.

"You, as much as you think, don't worry, I'm all voluntary, I can't complain about Brother Qingping, besides, I owe him in the first place, this is what I should do."

The two no one said anything, only hugged each other, guarding this round of lonely bright moon.

Jiang Qingping was overjoyed, but Su Moyuan did not come to the door to celebrate.

That man's heart was full of holes now, and he didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, it would never be the joy of marriage, so why should he celebrate this unfortunate marriage again.

"It's really magnificent, a beauty that everyone can hold, but you are still shrinking your head here, and you don't dare to take any action against the person you love!"

In the corner, Su Luo has been locked up here for several days, and now he is extremely aggrieved in his heart.

Su Moyuan's eyes flashed and glared at her.

"You'd better be aware of your current situation and shut up!"

"Hey, hmph, you yourself are a turtle, and you don't allow others to say it, I see you, even if you hold back a flower in this room, you don't dare to say half a word in front of Su Xiao, so that after letting yourself fall step by step, let her be robbed by others!"