Ningwangfu. When night falls, the lights are shining. The most luxurious mansions in Shangjing are decorated with lights, and the servants are busy.

The front room is thinning out, and the noise of firecrackers disappears into the night.

Song Qinghui sat on the happy bed, and was uncomfortable by the peanut longan diaphragm under him.

"Is Miss unwell?" The bridal girl on the side, Ah Yuan, had sharp eyes and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Song Qinghui silently pushed aside the dried fruit of the "prematurely born noble son" under him, and shook his head, "It's okay." Is there any news from my brother? ”

Ah Yuan pursed her lips, and was thinking about how to talk to Miss about it, when the girl on the side really said quickly: "Xiao Yuanzi next to Hou Ye has just come, saying that the prince is still kneeling in front of the palace, and he has been not eating or drinking for a day and a night. The prince has put on his clothes, and now he kneels there together! ”

Ah Yuan glared at him, and the latter consciously lost his words, and hurriedly stopped his mouth and lowered his head.

Song Qinghui clenched Xipa, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "Send someone to tell my brother that your body is important, and you don't have to kneel." She bit her lower lip and forced her tears in her eyes to prevent them from falling, "It's freezing and snowing, so let's go back early." It's my fate. ”

I really heard a faint sigh from under the red hijab, and suddenly my eyes turned red, I stomped my feet anxiously, and turned around to pass the news in resignation. Ah Yuan leaned down and squeezed his young lady's hand.

Her young lady, Song Qinghui, was originally the most enviable woman in Beijing. The grandfather of the Song family was the Marquis of Dingyuan, who fought with the first emperor on the fierce war horse, and his father was the champion of the royal pen, and he married Princess Yong'an, the youngest sister of today's saint. Scholar Song and Princess Yong'an have a very good relationship, and the husband and wife love Qin Se and Ming, and give birth to a boy and a girl, that is, Song Hanzhang, the little marquis of the current Chengjue, and Song Qinghui, the first noble daughter.

Song Qinghui's brother chose to be the prince's companion when he was young, and he became good friends with the prince, and the prince naturally knew the little sister of the Song family. Childhood sweethearts grew up together, such a family background, and the prince's mother, Rong Guifei, personally acted as a matchmaker, this marriage was a sure thing.

However, that holy decree broke into the gate of the Song Mansion and gave Song Qinghui a blow to the head.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said. I heard that Song Qinghui, the daughter of Song Qian, a scholar of the palace university, was gentle and virtuous, with outstanding appearance, and I was very happy. Today's Ning Wang Ji is marriageable, heaven and earth are made, and the beauty of a beautiful woman is specially made to be the princess of Ning, and the marriage is completed on the eighth day of the lunar month, and this is this——"

Ning Wang Ji turned the snow, and he was the first traitor of the dynasty! The emperor actually issued an edict to marry the daughter of the Song family to a eunuch!

Princess Yong'an fainted on the spot, Song Qian hugged his wife, and watched his favorite daughter take the holy decree in a trance: "Thank you, Your Majesty Longen." ”

"How so...... What kind of king is he ploughing snow in the season? A lowly eunuch! Ann dares to marry my sister?! Song Hanzhang was furious, and he went up to take the holy decree, but Song Qinghui pulled the corner of his sleeve.

Her face was pale, her lips were red as if she was about to drip blood, her bright facial features squeezed out a tragic smile, and a moon-white fox fur wrapped her slender and delicate body, standing straight in the wind.

"The emperor's grace is mighty, and my brother must not be rude." Song Qinghui shook his head slightly at Song Hanzhang.

On the night when the Song Mansion received the holy decree, the prince returned to Beijing alone in the stars and the moon, rushed into front of the emperor's heart cultivation hall, and knelt in the wind and snow.

The saint of Daliang is now in his prime, but he suffers from head wind, and it is difficult to cure it by calling famous doctors from all over the country. When the government is busy, the saint has frequent headaches, and every time at this time, there is a season to plow the snow and serve in front of the emperor. He first knelt in front of the dragon collapse and dictated the excerpts for the Sheng's approval, and gradually became the Shengshang's excerpts to review his approval after his head disease was relieved.

Removing a slave eunuch from the throne shows how much the saint loves Ji Zhuxue. How many excerpts condemning eunuchs for interfering in politics have been suppressed, and occasionally Ji Fuxue gives two excerpts to the saint on a whim who has no plan for state affairs, and the saint will only belittle the people who participate in the performance. There are often officials who spit on the spot, and the end result is that they are dragged to the court for fifty canes.

The prince knelt in front of the court, and Ji Fuxue said that the emperor was not feeling well and was not allowed to be disturbed by outsiders. He is a person in front of the palace, and his hands and eyes are up to the sky, and no one in the palace dares to enter the palace to report. A little palace maid who had received the grace of Concubine Rong tried to enter the palace in vain to spread the word, but was caught by Ji Fuxue and thrown out of the palace with a cane and twenty scolds.

Song Qinghui didn't know why the emperor wanted to marry himself to such a person, except for his mutilated body as a eunuch, just what Ji Fanxue did was already despisable by the Manchu Dynasty.

However, the Holy Decree has been received, and the Emperor's grace has been grateful. The gentleman has no jokes, and kneeling in front of the court can't change the established facts, and it will even make Longxin unhappy. She would rather be humiliated herself than let her family be harmed.

"Why are Miss's hands so cold?" Ah Yuan's voice interrupted Song Qinghui's thoughts. She distressedly beckoned the maid next to her to give the young lady a new soup woman, and just stuffed it into Song Qinghui's hand, the door creaked open.

The person who came was as long as a stand, dressed in a wedding dress, and hung the red silk silk flower of the groom's official on his chest. The candlelight shone brightly, reflecting his fair and handsome face, which was gorgeous and bewitching. The wind and snow outside the house hit, and the snow fell on his hair and shoulders, and Ah Yuan actually gave birth to the illusion that this King Ning was rushing all the way for the young lady.

The cold wind swept in and brought a chill, and the charcoal fire in the room burned a lot, but it made Ah Yuan shiver.

If it weren't for the fact that he was missing a little, there should have been three points of miss.