The greeting procession was spectacular, the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers was deafening, and on both sides of the wide and neat Yejing Avenue, a lot of people soon gathered to see the excitement.

"What a magnificent carriage, so beautiful."

"You see, when the prince of a country marries, the dowry is only ten cars?"

"Why didn't you see His Royal Highness the Third Prince?"

"Hey, His Royal Highness doesn't want to marry at all, don't you know this?"

"I heard that on the day of the wedding, His Royal Highness didn't even accept the holy decree, so he left with a black face."

"Really?"

"Naturally, it's true, a distant relative of mine is working in the palace, and he saw it with his own eyes, can he still have a fake?"

"Then this princess is miserable."

"Men should be educated and enterprising, how can they be confined to the back house, it is ridiculous."

The voices of the surrounding people poured into the sedan chair like a tide.

Chu Yuan sat upright, his back was straight, his hands were cold under the wide-sleeved clothes, and he couldn't see the emotion between his beautiful and warm eyebrows, his eyes were down, his eyelashes were lowered, and his long eyelashes fell a shadow on his eyelids.

The team was supposed to go around the city to show the royal demeanor, but the groom was not there, and it was not early, Han Zheng was in charge of organizing the wedding, and he was busy for several months, so he was simply exhausted, so he simply sent people directly to the door of the Three Princes' Mansion.

Early, early.

The Three Princes' Mansion is located in Mingguang Lane on the northwest side of Yejing Avenue, and the band beat gongs and drums all the way to deliver the sedan chair to the door, and the palace housekeeper led everyone to wait for a long time.

"Lord Han, General Zhao, please hurry up inside, the tea has been prepared." Uncle Mao, the housekeeper, greeted with a smile.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many people around, Han Zheng wanted to roll his eyes, he got off the horse, exhaled a white breath, and asked directly, "What about the Third Highness?" ”

The smile on Uncle Mao's face froze.

In fact, everyone in the palace didn't know where Lu Ronghuai had gone.

Uncle Mao was about to open his mouth to answer, when suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

I don't know who in the crowd shouted, "The Third Highness is back!" ”

Suddenly, the crowd was restless and looked back.

As today's groom official, the Third Highness who should have gone to pick up people outside the city gate in person in a red wedding dress was riding on a horse at this moment, dressed in a narrow and neat black clothes, covered with a dark pattern, his face was as heavy as water, and his face was full of impatience.

Everyone looked at the play curiously, Lu Ronghuai grabbed the horse rope, stepped off the horse with long legs, and casually threw the horse whip to the guards who followed behind him.

He was tall and straight, with black hair coiled on the top of his head, a silver crown and a sword eyebrow and starry eyes.

The cold and sharp eyes swept over, which was colder than the bitter cold weather.

The noise around them disappeared in an instant, and the people even began to slowly disperse, for fear of provoking the evil god.

Lu Ronghuai glanced at the direction of the sedan car casually, his eyes were indifferent, and he walked up the steps while untying the big sedan chair.

Han Zheng stood aside, wanted to speak a few more times, and when he saw that he was leaving, the corners of his forehead were bruised.

Uncle Mao showed excitement on his face, and personally hugged the wedding dress to greet him, "Your Highness, hurry, hurry up and change your clothes." ”

Lu Ronghuai was blocked in the way, looked at the red dazzling wedding dress in his hand, exuding a cold and stunning aura, and the guards behind him took the big coat expressionlessly, and then took half a step back in unison.

Those who are familiar with him know that Lu Ronghuai is in the stage of being angry.

Uncle Mao looked at him with a loving face, not caring at all about the coldness emanating from him, and persuaded him in a good voice, "Your Highness, today is your big day, and the princess has also arrived, and she is still waiting for you on the sedan chair." ”

It's okay not to talk about this, as soon as he said this, Lu Ronghuai's anger exploded, he sneered, pulled over the delicate and complicated wedding dress, threw it off, and put it on his broad shoulders.

He turned around and walked towards the sedan chair, and his dress danced in the wind, trembling, as if he would fall to the ground in the next moment.

Lu Ronghuai walked over with a sinister face, the soldiers around the sedan chair retreated one after another, bowed their heads in fear, and the music stopped at some point, and everyone held their breath at this moment.

Lu Ronghuai walked to the side of the car, raised his foot and kicked the wheel unceremoniously, and said coldly: "Get out of the car." ”

Leshu, who was standing next to the carriage, was so frightened that his legs trembled terribly.

The thick and sturdy wheels made a crisp crack, and everyone's hearts jumped and trembled.

The air was suffocating and silent, except for the sound of the wind.

In the middle of the night, a snow-white slender hand lifted the curtain and walked out slowly.

The young man in the red wedding dress stood quietly in the wind, his head covered his face, and the cold wind raised his long black and soft hair like silk satin, and his temperament was like the cold moon in the mountains, cold like a fairy.

Even if you don't see your face, at this moment, everyone present feels in their hearts that this must be a beauty.

Lu Ronghuai pursed his lips, his gaze only crossed for a moment, his thick black eyebrows frowned, and there was a bit of fierceness hidden in his sharp and deep black eyes.

Xi Po, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled flattering and implied fear, trembling and handed over the red silk, and did not forget to whisper to urge the quiet musician team behind, "What are you still doing in a daze, and then play music." ”

The joyful and festive music sounded, and the firecrackers were lit again, but under the quiet gaze of everyone, the piece of red silk was never answered.

The smile that Xi Po had managed to put on slowly froze on her face.

Her fat body trembled, and she couldn't help but quietly look at Lu Ronghuai, and was so frightened by his cold face that she shrank her neck, and she cried out for help in her heart.

"Third, the third princess, please pick up the red silk." Xi Po didn't dare to provoke the gods, so she turned the red silk to Chu Yuan, and her mouth, which had always been fluent, began to be unpleasant.

Xi Po's hand holding the red silk began to tremble, and she complained bitterly, she should not have seen the silver money in the first place to take this job, thinking that she had kissed hundreds of times, and it was the first time she had encountered this kind of battle.

Don't smash her own sign.

She was complaining in her heart, when a hand like snow and frost suddenly reached out in front of her, and gently took the red silk.

Xi Po was stunned at first, and then overjoyed, a sincere smile was squeezed out of her fat face, her voice was loud, and she spoke a long list of festive and auspicious words very quickly.

Lu Ronghuai has been disturbed by headaches these days, and when he heard this mother-in-law crackle again, the corners of his forehead were beating straight, he endured and endured, raised his arm, and made a movement.

The two guards who followed him immediately reacted and shouted at everyone, "Silence! ”

The sound of music, human voices, and firecrackers all disappeared in an instant.

The surroundings were clear, and Lu Ronghuai's cold expression eased slightly.

He looked down at the man beside him, and saw that he was quiet, holding red silk in both hands, his fingers were long, his nails were rounded and clean, and his joints were red from the cold wind.

The hands are pretty good.

He retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand forward, and said in an arrogant tone, "Bring it." ”

Xi Po hurriedly handed him the red silk, as if throwing away some hot potato, and gave it a quick one.

Lu Ronghuai snorted lightly, and walked towards the house without looking back.

Chu Yuan was defenseless, he was stumbled by this force, and the moment his hijab was raised, everyone only had time to see the delicate and good-looking chin of the princess, and it was difficult to return to his senses.

Soon, Chu Yuan gathered his mind and tried to keep up with the pace ahead.

The musicians and Xi Po followed behind the two and were about to enter, but they were stopped by Lu Ronghuai's guards.

"You don't have to worry about the rest, please move to the side hall to rest, someone will take you to the banquet hall later."

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't dare to say a word, and followed the subordinates to the side hall.

The hall of the newlyweds' chapel should be lively and overcrowded, but at this moment, there are only a few people, and there is not a single figure of Daohe.

There were four sword-wielding guards standing at the door, all expressionless, not allowing anyone else to approach the hall for half a step.

Leshu was also stopped outside, looking anxious and frightened.

Han Zheng glanced at it from a distance, sighed, and took people to the side hall.

That's it, today's wedding banquet is destined to be hasty.

Originally, he was still a little strange in his heart, why didn't any of the princes who had always loved to watch the excitement come today, thinking that they all knew this person's temper, and they were afraid of being affected, so they hid far away.

The hall is brightly lit.

On the high platform, a pair of dragon and phoenix candles were burning silently, and Lu Ronghuai and Chu Yuan stood side by side.

A tall and handsome, majestic,

A Zhilan jade tree, elegant and upright.

Judging from the body shape, the two are incomparably compatible.

Uncle Mao looked at the pair of beautiful people in front of him, and said with some emotion, "Your Highness, you should bow ......"

"Uncle Mao, is the yard arranged?" He asked in a deep voice.

Uncle Mao was stunned, "Huh? Oooh, it's arranged. ”

"Bring it over."

Lu Ronghuai interrupted Uncle Mao's words, threw away the red silk in his hand, and then tore off the wedding dress on his shoulders in disgust, threw it on the ground together, and then strode towards the door, turning around with four guards and disappearing.

Lu Ronghuai didn't plan to visit the church to get married, and perfunctorily brought people into the mansion, which was considered to have completed the task.

Uncle Mao knew in his heart that this marriage was not what His Highness wanted.

He watched His Royal Highness grow up, and naturally felt more sorry for His Highness, His Royal Highness resisted this marriage, so there was no arrangement in the house, just simply hung a few red lanterns to make a show.

Uncle Mao sighed in his heart, he looked at Chu Yuan, who was standing alone, and saw that his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were inserted into the flesh because they were too hard, and he knew that this person was afraid and uncomfortable.

He shouted outside, and two young girls entered.

"Fang Ya, Fang Fei, the two of you will serve by the imperial concubine's side in the future, and send the imperial concubine back to the Baochun Courtyard to rest."

"Yes." The two saluted, and stepped forward, one left and one right, to help Chuyuan.

The moment they met Chu Yuan, the two of them were stunned, glanced at each other, and showed a tacit contempt on their faces.

This princess from Chu looked dignified and steady, but she didn't expect that she was so timid that she was so frightened.

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Chapter 4

The two helped Chu Yuan out of the door, turned the corridor, and arrived at a secluded place.