The dilapidated cave was renovated, and the inside and outside were properly tidied up, with a section of red satin hanging on the door, and a red word of joy on the only window.

On the simple platform, two red candles lit a faint light.

Today is the wedding of Xiaolian and Xue Ping, and there are a few dishes on the low table in the house, which are rare and a little fishy.

This is the only place they have to eat.

"Xiaolian, I have wronged you today, but I promise you that I Xue Ping will treat you well in the future."

Since Xiaolian has gotten rid of the slave body, she has taken off the maid ring suit, and at this moment she is holding the bride's bun, and the only jewelry is the hosta that Jiang Duyun gave her.

There was not even a wedding dress at the wedding, but she wore the most ordinary blue coarse clothes, except for a red hijab, which Xiaolian bought with three copper plates.

After all, there is no work now, there is no monthly money, the previous monthly money has not been saved, and the only money in hand must be saved to calculate the spending method.

However, she didn't feel bitter at all, and only indulged in Xue Ping's promise.

The only guests who came to attend the wedding were Ge Da and Ge Qing, and their emotions were very different.

Ge Da sincerely blessed Xue Ping and Xiaolian, although he was also puzzled about how these two came together, but since they had already decided, he also respected it, and blessed it.

But Ge Qing didn't think like that anymore, and her emotions were even on the surface.

Originally, Xue Ping and Jiang Duyun had a mutual friendship, but now they were suddenly snatched away by the maid beside her, no matter how you look at it, maybe this Xiaolian seduced Xue Ping under the banner of her own miss.

Originally, the original body moved Ge Qing with her own actions, so that she no longer liked Xue Ping, and even when they got married, she also made a contribution, at least borrowed her a set of wedding dresses.

Now that it has been replaced by Xiaolian, she is already resentful, Xue Ping is still a brother and sister with them, it is difficult for her not to wonder if Xiaolian said something behind her back, and let Xue Ping do it on purpose, so as to break her mind.

She hates her to death in her heart, how can she borrow any wedding dress for her, she wishes this wedding could not go on!

"Hurry up and put the hijab on, our wedding is about to begin!" Ge Da, as the officiant, hurriedly beckoned the couple who were still moved to get to the point.

"Wait!"

A female voice suddenly interjected, interrupting the ceremony.

It's Biyun.

She walked in with a package in her arms and walked directly to Xiaolian and handed it to her.

"What is this?"

Seeing that she was puzzled, Biyun directly took her hand and put the package into her hand, "It was prepared for you by Miss, today is your big day, of course it is beautiful if you only have one time in your life." ”

A corner of the package was exposed, and there were golden silk threads on the bright red material, and Xiaolian also guessed what it was, and her eyes immediately turned red.

"Sister Xiaolian, you can't cry today!" raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and then turned to Xue Ping and said, "Xue Gongzi, borrow your bride." ”

Biyun not only brought a wedding dress, but also rouge gouache, and dressed up Xiao Lianzi carefully, completely magnifying her appearance to the beautiful side.

Looking at the different Xiaolian in the past, Biyun sighed secretly in his heart, this cave has never even had a bronze mirror, and it is really a family with four walls.

The moment the red hijab was on the cover, Xiaolian realized that a piece of paper was stuffed into her hand.

Looking down at the bottom of the hijab, it was a silver ticket with one hundred taels written on it, and when she was shocked, she wanted to lift the hijab and ask what was going on, but Biyun stopped her.

"Don't move, the groom has to lift the hijab, this is given to you by the young lady, she hopes you can be happy in the future."

"This, I can't ask for it, I already owe Miss too much, you can help me pay it back."

"Sister Xiaolian, don't shirk Miss's kindness again." Biyun tightened her hand, the silver ticket pressed into her palm, and the back of her hand was wet with her dripping tears.

"If you are doing well, Miss will feel at ease."

One hand pulled out her hijab, exhaled deeply, and said, "Sister Xiaolian, let's go, the groom should be in a hurry." ”

On the side of the path, under the hibiscus tree, the soft petals fell on the carriage waiting here, and after waiting for a long time, there were many petals accumulated on the roof of the body, which was also beautiful.

Biyun, who came in a hurry, climbed into the car, and inside was Jiang Duyun, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Miss, it's all done."

"Let's go."

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There were two major events today, and the entire capital was boiling.

The first thing is that the Eighth Lord of the Evil God was ambushed, seriously injured, and almost lost his life.

The second thing is that the eighth prince did not die, he was rescued, and it was the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion who saved him.

This is a great achievement, and the people are talking about it, wanting to see how the eighth prince will thank the third lady.

I have to say that Prime Minister Jiang Cheng is really lucky, not to mention his high position, although he has no sons, but his two daughters are married to important ministers in the court, which one is not envious.

Now Miss Jiang San has saved the eighth prince again, and that is the prince of the Eight Classics!

There was a lot of discussion outside, but it was a different scene in Jiang's house.

Jiang Duyun knelt down in the hall with his back straight, Jiang Yun above was so angry that he could already say that he was blowing his beard and staring, and at his feet was a teacup that was broken into slag.

Mrs. Jiang was also anxious, and looked at her favorite daughter below with distress, and hurriedly said good things in front of Jiang Yun.

"Master, Yun'er doesn't know about this matter, she is also kind-hearted!"

"Who made her kind, who let her run out of the city if she had nothing to do, do you know who she saved, it's the eighth prince, it's the eighth prince who should be in the south city! Ignorant woman! ”

It's no wonder that Jiang Yun is so angry, the emperor has a total of three sons, one is the eldest prince Li Changmao, but unfortunately the eldest prince is a premature baby, and he is not necessarily tough when he comes out of the womb, and now he is almost thirty years old, and the medicine is not left all day long, and the imperial doctor even concluded that he will not live to be forty.

Such a body also basically bid farewell to the throne.

And the thirteen princes are different, they are from the middle palace, although they are still young, they are healthy and smart when they are young.

The eighth prince is a very embarrassing existence, his background is not high, and he has no grandfather to rely on, although on the surface he is deeply valued by the emperor and works for the emperor, but no one knows that he is just a knife in the emperor's hand.

It's just a stepping stone to clear the obstacles for the Thirteen Princes.

Otherwise, how could a prince not even have a title and real power to a fief!

It's not good to save anyone, it's the eighth prince.

Obviously, the people who had already been sent to Nancheng suddenly returned to Beijing without warning, who knows what would happen, in case, if the emperor was angry with their family, what would ......

"No, you can book your family affairs tomorrow and marry me as soon as possible, so that you don't have to dream a lot at night!"