The marriage between the Mo Mansion and the Marquis of Zhenguo Mansion attracted many people to watch. It is true that the affairs of these two people were really "twisting and twists and turns", which quite interested some good people. They pointed and pointed, and there were many people who saw the joke. This No one was optimistic about the marriage, and they thought it was just to block the face of the two families. I heard that the prince was promoting his aunt to the throne one after another, and he didn't seem to be sincere about getting married.
Mo Xuemin got on the sedan very quietly and obediently. She even bowed respectfully to Xu Yan and Mo Huawen before getting on the sedan. She held Xu Yan's hand with a slightly choked voice and screamed loudly. Being intimate, those who didn't know it really thought Xu Yan was marrying her biological daughter today.
Sima Lingyun, who was dressed in a red robe, could be called handsome, but it was difficult to bring out a smile between his brows. Looking at Mo Xuemin, who was covered with a red hijab, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. When he turned on his horse, he suddenly glanced at the corner of his eye. A face with bright eyes and white teeth, wearing a pure brocade and snow-colored soft gauze skirt, with some pink flowers on the bottom of the skirt, the whole person immediately looked a little more happy, and the wind blew the clothes and raised them, like the sky. Fairies who have fallen into the mortal world are something that no one dares to blaspheme.
This is the woman he wants to plan, and the woman he likes.
Across the crowd, she was looking at him, seemingly looking him up and down, then slowly raised her lips, revealing a somewhat mocking smile, then turned around and left with the maid.
His heart seemed to have been hit hard by something. A trace of pain flashed across Sima Lingyun's face, which had been expressionless today. His eyes moved back from the woman's slender back with some difficulty, and fell on the sedan chair in front of him. He frowned slightly, as if I feel like something went wrong. Shouldn't it be Mo Xuemin sitting here
Some fragments flashed through my mind, but I couldn't catch it. Shili Hongzhuang was vaguely not like this in the dream.
"Your Majesty, it's time to get up from the sedan chair." Seeing Sima Lingyun frowning and staring at the sedan chair without saying a word, the servant reminded him in a low voice, fearing that he would be delayed.
"Get up the sedan." Sima Lingyun suddenly woke up, straightened his face, and said coldly.
The large group of people got up in sedan chairs and went to the Marquis of Zhenguo, playing and beating.
Listening to the sound of wind blowing in the distance, Mo Xuetong's pink and attractive lips raised in a mocking arc, and a cold smile appeared in his full water eyes.
In her last life, Mo Xuemin secretly hooked up with Sima Lingyun and killed herself just to marry Sima Lingyun. In this life, she sent them to make a pile, but saw the discord between the two of them. Mo Xuemin, you will see No matter how much the man you have been married to for two lifetimes loves you, there will always be your destination there for the rest of your life.
The only difference is that in the last life, she tried every means to get married, but in this life, she tried every means to let her get married. But seeing how wonderful her next life is, Yun Yiqiu, who is so pretentious, With the shameless Lan Xinru and the vicious snake-like Mo Xuemin, life in Zhenguo Hou Mansion will be really exciting.
Mo Xuemin really didn't plan to make trouble anymore. As things have come to this, what's the point of her making trouble again? After being locked up for a while, she was angry and dissatisfied at first, and then she slowly calmed down. No matter what Aunt Fang was doing, she was always As a daughter of the Mo family, her father doesn't like her because she has caused so many troubles. If she stops causing trouble and becomes the wife of the prince of the country, her father will definitely help her.
As long as her father helps her, she doesn't believe that Mo Xuetong dares to go against her father's will and attack her. Even if Aunt Fang is not around, Mo Xuetong has one less reason to attack, and she can use the power of the Mo Mansion to pull her. With Sima Lingyun's help, the reputation of Zhenguo Hou Mansion was once again raised.
Mo Xuetong is now the princess of Anping. No matter how ugly she is, she is still her sister. With such a good background, she is not her Mo Xuemin. That’s why she was so reluctant to leave and pulled Xu Yan with such attachment just after she got on the sedan chair. Hands, all this is acting, a play that makes Mo Huawen's heart soften.
Mo Huawen's heart softened. From now on, the affairs of Zhenguo Hou Mansion will depend on Mo Mansion. If something happens to Mo Mansion, Mo Xuetong can stay out of it!
Thinking of what he was proud of, he twisted the hand holding the handkerchief hard, and smiled proudly under his red hijab.
Becoming a princess of the royal family will pay more attention to dignity. How dare Mo Xuetong deny her sister in front of others, dare to embarrass her sister! As long as Mo Xuetong can't say anything, she can take advantage of the opportunity to do whatever she wants...
The Mo Mansion does not have its own development space, but the Zhenguo Hou Mansion certainly does.
As for Sima Lingyun's affection for her, Mo Xuemin confidently believed that as long as she waved, Sima Lingyun would have to crawl over obediently. He had always obeyed her words and was quite interesting to her. She didn't like him before. , As long as he is willing to lower his stature, how dare Sima Lingyun dare to rebel.
Mrs. Zhen Guo Hou had long been automatically filtered by her into passers-by A and B who were not intrusive. Thinking about how she would make all the troubles in Zhenguo Hou's mansion in the future, she could no longer suppress her smile and let out two low laughs.
The Xi Niangs standing on both sides looked at each other, each showing a bit of disdain. How did the person in the sedan become the wife of the Prince of Zhenguo? This is something everyone knows. She is indeed a restless person. At this time, she was actually happy. He didn't even care about the bride's appearance, she didn't look like a lady at all.
The sedan stopped, and Sima Lingyun took the bow and arrow handed over by his family. The descendants of the Qin family all practiced bows and horses, and Sima Lingyun was no exception. He raised and lowered the arrow. Each of the three arrows was heavier than the other, and they were lined up in a line. He ejaculated deeply on the sedan door with so much force that the sedan swayed twice, and almost fell over if it weren't for the quick hands of Xi Niang on both sides.
Thinking of the origin of this marriage, everyone couldn't help but smile knowingly, and laughed and applauded together without being surprised.
This kind of laughter made Mo Xuemin, who was sitting in the sedan, a little angry for no reason. Did Sima Lingyun really want to suppress him for the rest of his life with a few arrows
The sedan chair was shaking so hard just now that she had to hold it with her hands to steady herself. If she hadn't entered the door today, she would have fallen over and she wouldn't be a human again!
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Xi Niang helped her out of the sedan chair, her hijab blocking all sight. The other end of the wedding silk in her hand was pulled over by someone else. Mo Xuemin could only see a corner of the square brick under her feet. No matter what, today was her big day. On the day, there must be no mistakes, otherwise it will be unlucky.
Any woman is extremely considerate of her wedding banquet.
The music started playing, and Xi Niang sang the salute loudly, one, two, and three bows, in accordance with the ceremony. Although the process was lengthy, it seemed festive and thoughtful. This made Mo Xuemin feel a little better, at least Zhenguo The Hou Mansion still respected her, and the Chief of Ceremonies represented the Chief of Fu, giving her the dignity of a royal wife.
After Li Cheng was sent to the bridal chamber, Mo Xuemin was placed on the big bed and sat down. In order to maintain her appearance, she had to straighten her back. After sitting for a while, she felt sore. However, this was the dignity of a head wife, although Aunt Fang did not teach her. How she behaved as a decent wife, but all these respects were expressed with envy, and Mo Xuemin listened to her heart.
It’s time to choose a hijab! Thinking of Sima Lingyun's handsome face, Mo Xuemin suddenly felt a little hopeful! As long as Sima Lingyun treats her as before, she will definitely live a good life with Sima Lingyun and make the Zhenguo Hou Mansion prosperous.
A faint red cloud slowly appeared on his face.
It was just that for a long, long time, no one came to lift her hijab, and there were not many people making arrangements for the new house. It seemed that everyone just came to take a look and then left. She kept sitting like this. First, her legs and feet were sore and her back was stiff. And even the senses seemed a bit sluggish. The room was quiet, and I didn't know if anyone was there.
Not only did Sima Lingyun not see it, there was not even a maid's voice. The ones she followed closely this time were the two maids Mo Huawen found for her, Qingxiang and Qiuqiao. Since entering the bridal chamber, they have been there again. I didn't hear the voices of these two girls.
Suddenly, she heard the door outside seemed to open, and there were footsteps coming. She quickly gathered her mood and listened carefully. Under the thick hijab, there was always something that she couldn't quite hear.
"What should I do? The prince went somewhere without even taking off the lid. Do you want to tell the eldest lady?" Haruka lowered her voice and took two panicked breaths as she asked.
"No, the eldest lady hasn't lifted her hijab yet. If you go there like this, people will gossip about you." Qiu Qiao also lowered her voice and replied.
"But we can't let people bully our eldest lady like this. Today is the eldest lady's big day. Why did he make such a fuss at this time? It must be intentional. The prince is also serious. The eldest lady is his real wife. How can he even He ran over there without even looking." Qingxiang was avenging her injustice, but her words were a little too high-pitched, but Qiu Qiao shushed her down.
It suddenly became quiet outside.
Sima Lingyun went to see who it was, but he didn't even lift his hijab. Mo Xuemin subconsciously thought it was a woman, and a flash of annoyance flashed in her heart. She was leaving her real wife here for a bitch, and her heart was burning. of rising up.
There was a "squeak" sound, and someone seemed to come in.
"Miss, do you want to rest for a while? The prince will have something to do, and he may not be able to come tonight." Qingxiang's timid voice. This maid has always been timid since she followed her, which made Mo Xuemin feel sad. Uncomfortable, thinking about her as a maid, people might think that her master is also easy to bully.
The cover on her head was violently pulled off, revealing Mo Xuemin's face, which was covered with thick paint and could not be seen. She said coldly: "Which bitch's house did Sima Lingyun go to?"
"Miss, Crown Prince, no..." Qingxiang was startled, looking at her face in astonishment, unable to even speak for a moment. Trembling slightly.
"I want to hear the truth. If you dare to lie, see how I deal with you." Mo Xuemin's cold face was chilling, and Qingxiang was even speechless.
Qiu Qiao saw Mo Xuemin's face turned dark and knew that she was in a hurry, so she didn't dare to hide it anymore and hurriedly said: "Miss, the prince went to a house called Aunt Yun. I heard that he had been in love with her since they were young, so she had already taken her into the house. "
Already taken into the house? Mo Xuemin couldn't remember for a moment. In order to gain a good reputation, Sima Lingyun only had two concubines and no aunts around him. When did he have Aunt Yun, whom he had been in love with since childhood? She was locked up these days. Little did he know that Sima Lingyun had already accepted Yun Yiqiu's matter.
The surname is Yun, and she has been in love since childhood. An idea flashed in Mo Xuemin's mind. She raised her head and asked, "But that bitch named Yun Yiqiu?" A little bitch actually dared to give her a gift while taking advantage of her wedding. He was so shameless that he lured Sima Lingyun to run away from her, so that he, the principal wife, could convince the public in the future.
That little bitch did it on purpose!
"I heard it seems so. She used to be the crown prince's cousin. She has lived here since she was a child and is very good at pleasing Madam Hou." Qiu Qiao said deftly. Seeing that Mo Xuemin's face was getting worse and worse, she hurriedly said: "Miss, please don't be upset. You are hungry because of the commotion just now. Eat first. After eating, I will help you find the prince."
After speaking, he opened the food basket in his hand.
The food inside is extremely simple, including a plate of tofu and braised bamboo shoots, a plate of green steamed tofu cubes, a plate of braised tofu, and a bowl of tofu soup. There is not even a speck of oil on the green soup surface.
"Is this the meal prepared for me?" This is the meal prepared for the bride herself. Mo Xuemin's face slowly turned black and she snorted coldly. Her fingers curled up the tassels on the red hijab on one side and moved them one by one. Only by doing this can I suppress the hatred in my heart. Today I am a bride, and my food is worse than that of a prisoner. Although I am locked up by my father at home, my meals are both meat and vegetable.
And today is my wedding banquet, wedding banquet, what does it mean to give yourself such a plain meal!
The fire is rising little by little, even if I pull the tassel in my hand, I can't stop it!
"Go, throw away the food, and take me to see the Crown Prince." She stood up suddenly, threw down the red hijab in her hand, tore off the red luan curtain on one side, and walked out angrily.
Is this a wedding or a funeral? What we prepared was a tofu feast... (To be continued)