In the second year of Emperor Nanxuan Wu's reign, the sixth day of March was an auspicious day.
The fourth prince, Leng Qisu, got married to Li Mozhuang, the adopted daughter of General Li Fei.
It's just that when General Li, who only had two sons, had an adopted daughter, not even his colleagues who were officials in the court knew.
It wasn't until the day when the Fourth Prince Leng Qisu went to the court to ask for the marriage, that everyone learned about this girl. Although they were a little shocked, this was a private matter of General Li's family after all, and it was inconvenient for others to ask.
The red silk was overwhelming, the joy was endless, and the procession to welcome the bride was even more majestic and stretched for several miles.
Walking to a small forest, for some unknown reason, suddenly, a gust of wind blew up from the ground.
The wind and sand that hit the face were immediately blinding. Along with the strong wind, there was also a strong fragrance. Before everyone had time to understand the situation, they fainted one after another.
The sedan suddenly fell to the ground, and the woman in the Luan sedan was startled. She raised her ribbon and was about to see what was going on outside, when the curtain of the sedan was suddenly opened from the outside.
He is a man, dressed in white and as stunning as the snow, standing in the morning light of early spring, like an immortal, without a trace of mundane aura.
"Brother Yi," the woman was extremely happy. She suddenly remembered something and looked around warily, "Why are you here?"
The man smiled lightly, as charming as the sun and the moon. He bent down and walked into the sedan, gently holding the woman's hand, "Shuang'er, I'm sorry! For me, you have to make such a big sacrifice."
"Brother Yi..." The woman opened her mouth and was about to say something, but the man's slender fingers gently pressed against her red lips.
His eyes, as dark as ink, were like whirlpools filled with tenderness, and he opened his thin lips lightly: "Shuang'er, don't worry, the day when we are done is when I will use the world as a matchmaker to marry you! This is the evidence!" "
There was a sudden chill on her wrist. The woman lowered her eyes and saw that what slipped into Hao's wrist was a phoenix blood jade bracelet.
The warm and translucent red is very eye-catching against the snow-like skin.
Before she could react, there was a soft sound of clothes flying, and the man was gone.
Half an hour later, the team welcoming the bride headed towards the Fourth Prince's Mansion with great force.
Everyone's memory of the half-hour of coma was blank. Fortunately, the bride in the sedan chair did not miss anything.
Mo Shuang was sitting in the sedan, her sight blocked by the red handkerchief on her head. As the sedan swayed, her heart began to fluctuate.
Yes, she was the woman who was bought by Leng Qisu in the slave market that day. Mo Zhuang was just a name she picked up.
She wore a human skin mask and pretended to be a cowardly slave girl in order to break into the Fourth Prince's Palace.
The first step of planning, success! The only thing she didn't expect was that Leng Qisu would let her sit in the position of princess right away.
She knew that since ancient times, when she was born in an emperor's family, she had a lot of control over her. The position of princess had always been a political pawn, and she heard that both the Queen Mother and the Emperor planned to marry Leng Qisu.
The reason why he found a woman like her with no identity or background to occupy this position first was because he didn't want them to take advantage of him.
And letting her use the name of General Li Fei's adopted daughter is just so that people in the royal family can't find any reason to object. After all, royal marriage is about being well-matched.
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