Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty on the seventh day of July in the thirty-fifth year.
When the first light of dawn rises from the sky, Yushifu, located on Suzaku Street in the capital, is already beaming and busy!
The red silk was hung on the beams of the room, and even the people under the maid looked happy, coming in and out, full of laughter and laughter.
However, there was a horrified scream in the boudoir of the second young lady of Yu Shifu!
"You, you, you... who are you? Where is this? Why am I here?" Ling Xueman woke up with a headache and opened his eyes, looked at the group of women around the bed, and after a minute of shock, he made a knot. Baba's question!
Do not! To be precise, it is a woman dressed in ancient costumes!
While talking, I looked around through the heads of this group of women, carved chairs, wooden houses, ancient house furnishings, screens, curtains... God!
Ling Xueman's eyes went black and dizzy again!
"Second Miss?"
"Snowman?"
A jumble of anxious shouts sounded, and a woman in her thirties was crying, "Master? Master? Hurry up to find the doctor, Xue Man is dizzy again!"
The middle-aged man standing behind the screen furrowed his brows and instructed the Jia Ding outside the door: "Go to the doctor!"
"Ahem!"
Ling Xueman's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and while coughing uncomfortably, she woke up again, the boss with eyes wide open, looking at the group of people in front of him, his brain was dizzy!
"Wake up! Wake up! Xue Man has woken up again!" The talented woman cried out in surprise.
The middle-aged man known as the master heard the sound and hurried in. The women let go. The man stood by the bed, and the expression on his face could not tell whether he was happy or angry. He just said faintly, "Xue Man, you have to go to the sedan chair today. Whether you pretend to be dizzy or really bump your head, you have no other choice for the Ling family. Unless you want to watch all the 38 people from the Ling family follow you in the funeral!"
Ling Xueman twitched the corners of her mouth, pointed her finger at herself, and asked in surprise: "Is the Xueman you talking about me? Ling family? You...who are you? What kind of sedan chair?"
Hearing that, the women in the room changed their faces and looked at Ling Xueman in shock, while the middle-aged man Ling Beiyuan frowned. His sharp eyes carefully looked at Ling Xueman up and down before slowly saying: "Xue Man, Dad knows that you are a little clever, but it's useless. It's almost auspicious. The sedan chair of the Four Princes' Palace is also coming. Get ready!"
After Ling Beiyuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Ling Xueman panicked, and a sudden thought rushed into her brain. She hurriedly stretched out her arms and said eagerly: "Whoever bites me, I want to see if I am dreaming!"
"Xue Man, stop making trouble, if you pretend to be stupid, your father will be angry, mother... mother can only say, this is your life!" Fang Yulan, a woman in her 30s, whispered and shook her hand. Holding Ling Xueman’s hand, he said with hope in sorrow: “Xueman, maybe you and the Fourth Prince’s fate match, this Chongxi may really make the Fourth Prince really healed? How can you say that you were also the Fourth Queen when you married. I'm a royal wife again, and I can live well in my next life!"
"That's right, I said Xueman, this is the emperor's wife, but how many women are waiting for the great blessing, don't know what is wrong, get out of bed, freshen up and change into your wedding gown!" It was Ling Beiyuan's wife from the main house, with some meanness in her words. After speaking, she snorted and raised the curtains and went out.
Ling Xueman was dumbfounded when she heard it, no one bit her, she simply bit the back of her hand, "ss--" a heartache!
It hurts, which means she is not dreaming!
She was supposed to be in prison or in the hospital, but when she arrived in ancient times, she could only think of four words-travel through time and space!
The question is, is she going to marry
Four princes? Chongxi
After Ling Xueman chewed the word "Chongxi" several times, he couldn't wait to faint again. Grandma, doesn't it mean that the man she is going to marry is a sick man and is about to die
"Second Madam, the sedan chair of the Fourth Palace is here, the lord urges you to take the second lady to the hall!" The maid hurried in, with a festive expression on her face.
"Oh, I see."
Fang Yulan agreed, and hurriedly picked up the hijab to cover the sluggish puppet-like Ling Xueman, and said: "Xueman, stop fighting, let's go!"
Ling Xueman was a little regained, and she raised a corner of her hijab and asked earnestly: "Well, you are my mother? Let me ask first, if these four princes die of illness, can I come back?"
"Huh? Xueman can't talk nonsense!" Fang Yulan wanted to cover Ling Xueman's mouth in fright, but because Ling Xueman had just used rouge on her lips, she pulled her hand back, lowered her voice and said anxiously, "You cursed the four kings to die, yes. Do you want the emperor to copy our whole family? Xueman, don’t be self-willed, and marry well. The emperor always favors the fourth prince. Even if you become a widow, you won’t be angry. You can listen to your mother’s words. ?"
"Mother, I..."
Ling Xueman wanted to say a few more words, the hijab was corrected again, and Fang Yulan and a maid almost carried her out!
Entering the hall, Ling Beiyuan had a smile on his face. He was talking in a low voice with the housekeeper of the Four Princes' Mansion. When he saw them coming in, he gave a few simple instructions and sent Ling Xueman to the sedan chair!
"Hey! Dad, I, I'm not..."
Ling Xueman was dragged away again. Anxiously, she wanted to say that she was not their second young lady, but Ling Beiyuan interrupted her directly, "Send the second young lady to the sedan chair!"
by! Is this a gift? Is this escorted to the sedan chair
Ling Xueman wanted to die. Sadly, she had no chance to speak, so she was stuffed into the luxurious sedan chair carried by the sixteen people!
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "lifting the sedan chair--" The welcoming team set off, the gongs and drums were noisy, joy rang, and Ling Xueman was shaking, and his forehead hit the wall, "Hey! What's this?"
Ling Xue was stunned, drooping his head and pulling up his hijab, looking at the appearance of a newlywed woman in ancient costume, she wanted to die! Sadly forgot to see what she looks like now, hey--
After a long sigh, Ling Xueman sighed heavily. It's better to die than to live. It is better to marry a stranger in this strange dynasty than to go to jail for 15 years, right
"housekeeper!"
With an urgent cry, a man dressed as a guard rushed towards him, his face solemn and sad: "The prince is dead!"
"what?"
The butler's eyes widened in astonishment, and then knelt down on the ground with a "plop", cried and screamed: "Lord--"
The sedan chair landed, and the welcoming team all knelt down, crying sadly, and kowtow.
"What? That sick prince really can't wait for the church to hang up?" Ling Xueman's ears were pricked up, but when she heard this, an excited heart quickly jumped out of her throat, and she laughed three times in her heart. He lifted the car curtain and tried to suppress the excitement, pretending to be sad: "People cannot be resurrected from the dead, everyone! My sorrow! I have no relationship with the prince in this life. Since the prince has nothing to do, I will return to the Ling's house. Goodbye! "
After Ling Xueman finished speaking, he secretly smiled and wanted to get off the sedan chair. Who knows, the guard who came to deliver the news held back and said blankly: "The four kings died before the death, the wedding continues, the four queens You can worship with the spiritual seat! And you need to be the widow of the four princes for a lifetime, until you die!"
"What?" Ling Xueman's mouth opened into an egg!
The housekeeper reacted and hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Get up!"
As a result, Ling Xueman was squeezed into the sedan chair by Xipo again. She beat her chest and feet in anger, gritted her teeth and said, "Four Lords! You are such a dead lord!"
However, this can only be the belly, Ling Xueman did not swear sensibly, so as not to be beaten by the crowd outside!
The originally festive welcoming team fell into silence due to this sudden change, stopped all the noise, and everyone bowed their heads sadly and silently wiped their tears.
The sedan chair was carried all the way to the gate of the Four Kings Palace. Similarly, without any joyful atmosphere, Ling Xueman was lifted out of the sedan chair silently and headed towards the hall.
Being blocked by a hijab, Ling Xueman couldn't see anything, she was really depressed to death in her heart! This damn stinky man, he died when he died, and he would come to harm her when he died, and keep him widowed for a lifetime? Dream it!
In the hall, the hi silk is not withdrawn, and the big red hi character is still hanging high. On the main seat sits a man over half a hundred years old and a dignified and elegant woman. Compared with the sadness of the woman, the man is only sad. He lowered his eyes, pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were a little stunned.
Below are two rows of imperial relatives and civil and military officials standing solemnly. Everyone has serious expressions, and there is no color of joy.
Ling Xueman was helped to stand in front of him, and a handsome man of about thirty years old sadly held the spiritual position of the current four prince Mo Qihan with both hands and stood beside Ling Xueman.
"The emperor, the auspicious time is here!" Grandpa Li, who is about forty years old, bent over and whispered to remind the man in a trance.
Emperor Mo Yuming's loose eyes constricted, and he said in a low voice hoarsely, "Let's start!"
"Yes!"
King Yun, who is the top of the hundred officials, is the half-brother of the current emperor. At this moment, he took a step forward and paid respects to the emperor Mo Yuming and the queen. Then he turned to face everyone in the hall and shouted in full aura: " The auspicious time has come, and the worship is married!"
Ling Xueman's body trembled unconsciously, and her heartbeat intensified! Does this really want her to marry a ghost? Hmm, ghost husband
However, unable to tolerate her to think too much, King Yun immediately shouted: "Worship heaven and earth--"
The shout fell, and the second prince Mo Qiyan, who was holding the spirit seat, turned his back and worshipped the spirit seat, but the bride Ling Xueman was still in a daze!
The atmosphere suddenly froze, Mo Qiyan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly touched Ling Xueman with his arm, and coughed lightly. Ling Xueman returned to his mind, bit his lip in secret, turned around and worshiped three times, his heart "dongdong" "Dancing constantly, why is she distracted?" The emperor sat on it, oh my god!
Mo Yuming's frowning brows relaxed, and there was no word.
King Yun continued to shout: "Second worship Gaotang--"
"Husband and wife worship--"
After the ceremony, Ling Xueman was turned around and dizzy because of his hijab, and couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.
Mo Qiyan was startled, holding the spiritual position and retreated to Emperor Mo Yuming, knelt down three heads, raised the spiritual position with his hands above his head, and his voice was slightly choked, "Fourth brother, second brother, congratulations to you. marriage!"
"Congratulations to the four princes on the wedding!"
All the people in the hall saluted and shouted in unison.
Ling Xueman's mind was shocked, and the veil she was holding in her hand was unconsciously exerted, and her mood was extremely complicated.
Mo Yuming closed his eyes tightly. The middle-aged lost his second son, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man. Is God punishing him? After a long time, his eyes opened, and he vomited softly: "Hold the Four Queens to guard the Four Princes for three days, and then they will bury Jingling together!"
"what?"
Ling Xueman blurted out, her eyes widened in shock, and he lifted his hijab, and said anxiously: "Are you going to let me be buried with a living person?"
The words and actions immediately shocked the people in the hall!
No one expected that the bride dared to question the current emperor!
Mo Yuming's gloomy eyes filled with a little surprise, his sharp eyes shot at Ling Xueman like an arrow, and the deep anger was suppressed in his low voice, "Four princesses, can the hijab be lifted now? The fourth king died of illness. , My heart is so painful, I can’t bear to leave him alone. It is your blessing for you to marry the Fourth Prince and be buried with him!"
Blessing
Ling Xue blushed and scolded, if she had a knife at hand, she would have to kill another person! TMD! Dead old man, why don't you accompany your son to death!
Thinking like this in her heart, the impulsive Ling Xueman took a step while gritting her teeth, but a big hand grabbed her in time, suddenly turned to look, it was the second prince who had just held Mo Qihan's spiritual position and her worship!
Just now they couldn't see each other's appearance, and now their eyes were facing each other, Ling Xueman couldn't help but stare at him a bit!
Strong and tall figure, wearing a dark red brocade gown, jet black hair, tied with a suet jade hairpin, a pair of deep eyes embedded in a perfectly handsome face, sword eyebrows flying diagonally, thick eyelashes And the long, thin lips, the color is as light as water, the whole person stands there, and the whole body exudes a noble elegance.
Mo Qiyan was also a little lost. The woman in front of him was undoubtedly a beauty, with picturesque eyebrows and a charming face. The long eyelashes formed a seductive arc on the heart-shaped face, and the skin was as delicate as gentle jade, soft and greasy, with cherries. His little mouth is charming and charming, but what makes him startled is that what flashes in those crystal-like pupils is stubbornness and disdain!
There was silence in the hall, shocked gazes rolled around Ling Xueman and Mo Qiyan, secretly guessing in their hearts.
"Yan'er! What are you doing?"
The majestic low voice came from Emperor Mo Yuming's mouth, and his gloomy eyes were stained with fierceness and complexity.
This sound awakened Mo Qiyan, and Ling Xueman returned to his senses.
Mo Qiyan pursed his lower lip lightly, took off his big hand that clasped Ling Xueman's arm, turned back respectfully, arched his hand, and replied in a clear and clear voice: "Father, my son has something to play!"
Mo Yuming's expression remained unchanged, he only raised his eyebrows, and vomited, "Say!"
"When the fourth brother was dying, he had confessed that the fourth princess would stay widow for him until he died. It can be seen that the fourth brother did not want the fourth princess to be buried right now, but let the flow go until the end of the fourth princess's life. Satisfy the fourth brother's wish and accumulate blessings for the fourth brother!" Mo Qiyan said lightly.
As soon as this remark came out, Ling Xueman looked at Mo Qiyan gratefully, as if he had grasped the life-saving straw, and felt Mo Yuming's scrutiny gaze. Ling Xueman's body was shocked again, and his thoughts turned around and he knelt down earnestly. Said: "The emperor, the wish of the four princes must be fulfilled. Xue Man can swear that he will be the prince and widow in peace, please take his life back!"
The hall fell into silence again, Mo Yuming was silent, and no one dared to make a sound, strangely cold.
Ling Xueman knelt anxiously, her heart beating up and down, her life and death depended on the thought of the man above!
After waiting for a long time, I still couldn't hear any sound. Ling Xueman's kneeling legs were numb, and the ignited hope gradually faded with Mo Yuming's deadly silence, his heart cooled bit by bit, and his gloomy eyes were stained with deep sorrow.
After thinking for a while, without permission, Ling Xueman suddenly stood up, looked directly at Mo Yuming, and said calmly, "The heart of the emperor's beloved son is a lesson from heaven and earth! Xueman is also moved by it, but I am bothered by it. He has already paid a visit to the fourth prince, and it is his princess who decides his life or death. The fourth prince does not want me to be buried. If the emperor insists on this, Xueman is afraid that it will be difficult to look down under the prince's Jiuquan!"
The bold words and the act of committing the crime caused the people in the hall to once again cast their horrified eyes on the upright Ling Xueman!
A hint of worry and admiration flashed in Mo Qiyan's eyes, but there was also more anger. Is this woman trying to push herself to death? The emperor father is considering, what are you busying with before the conclusion is reached? Besides, he was 90% sure of what he said, and his father would definitely play it!
The age of King Yun is similar to that of Emperor Mo Yuming. He, who has always been calm and steady, is really shocked by the Four Queens at this moment! What a brave girl! In case it hurts the Ling family, just...
Thinking of this, King Yun pressed his lips lightly, and was about to open his mouth to plead with Mo Yuming, but another person stood up in the hall!
A deep voice in the Qinglang sounded behind Ling Xueman, "It is a big crime to tell the father that the four princesses offended Tianwei and disrespect the father, but the four princesses were young and ignorant, and the father was tolerant and kind. Don't care about it! My son also agreed with the second elder brother. The fourth elder brother has been weak and sick since he was a child. There are very few things to ask for his father. Only his last wish, please ask his father for permission!"
Hmm, Guanyin Bodhisattva! In ecstasy, Ling Xueman looked back at her benefactor in excitement. At this look, she swallowed unconsciously. Grandma, she is another handsome guy! Compared with the second prince just now, he is a bit less mature, but a bit more resolute and vigorous!
In the absence of consciousness, I only heard Mo Yuming's voice finally sounded, with a touch of helplessness, "Lin'er, do you want to plead for this brave girl too?"
Hearing this, Ling Xueman looked at the fifth prince Mo Qilin in his eyes with extreme eagerness and begging. He could hear that the old emperor could still hear what he said to his son, so--
Mo Qilin was a little uncomfortable with Ling Xueman's fiery and focused eyes. He coughed awkwardly and said, "Going back to the emperor, the son is not going to plead for the four princesses!"
"Ah? You..." Ling Xueman pointed at Mo Qilin with a broken finger, wailing, "Even if you don't save yourself, don't fall into trouble!"
"presumptuous!"
Mo Yuming uttered two words heavily, his tone was obviously unhappy.
Ling Xueman shivered, almost softened to the ground, turned around slowly, and knelt down facing Mo Yuming very stubbornly, crying deeply: "The emperor, Xueman is convicted! I beg the emperor for mercy! "
"The emperor calms down!"
All the people in the hall knelt down and shouted in unison.
Mo Yuming became more calm, and there was no emotion on his expressionless face.
Ling Xueman subconsciously reached out and touched his neck. This ancient capital crime was beheading, right? Hmm, it's better to get shot!
The idea of survival made her turn her hopes to the second prince Mo Qiyan. She was afraid to speak and could only express her meaning with her eyes.
Mo Qiyan was a little bit stunned. He looked at Ling Xueman who was blinking and blinking at him, and the ... fiery in his eyes, which made his heart palpitate for a moment. He even tilted the corner of his mouth slightly and said to Mo Yuming again, "Father Emperor" The Fourth Princess is anxious, and she doesn’t know the rules for her own nature. The father is just for the sake of her fourth brother. Don’t worry about her, the hour is almost the same. Let’s go to see the fourth brother again. Father is tired all morning. , It’s important to take care of the dragon's body!"
Mo Qilin immediately folded his hands and said: "Yes, the father, what the son-chen wants to say is what the second brother said. Brothers, mothers and sons are connected, and Erchen waits for brotherly love, and wants to see the fourth brother together, don't miss the hour.
Mo Yuming's eyes scanned the two sons for a while, then fell back to Ling Xueman's face, and said meaningfully: "Yan'er, how do you know what kind of temperament the Four Queens are?"
The words came out, the people in the hall were shocked again, Mo Qiyan's face changed a little, but only for an instant, he returned to normal, and he calmly replied: "Father, my son doesn't know the temperament of the four princesses. Before that, Erchen had never seen the Fourth Princess, but he just expressed her words today and felt that she was just a crazy girl, so if there is anything wrong with this statement, please forgive me, the emperor!"