Concubine Yun attended Long Shi's wedding banquet on behalf of her parents.
Long Shi toasted to Concubine Yun, and everything was held according to normal wedding banquet customs.
Concubine Yun said her heartfelt blessings to the two newlyweds, and looked at the happy couple with a kind and gratified smile.
Long Shi was not an official prince, and not many dignitaries came to attend. They were all chivalrous friends from the world and people from the family. The wedding banquet seemed warm and simple.
After the toast, Long Shi and Jing Ya began to worship.
"Worship the heaven and the earth"
"Two bows to the high hall"
"Couple's Worship"
"Sent to the bridal chamber"
The Tenth Prince's Mansion, Long Shi's room.
Cuixian has been sitting on the wedding bed. When it gets dark, my lips will be dry and I will feel thirsty. Still couldn't get Long Shipan back to his room.
Cuixian smiled bitterly, but still did not lift the wedding ribbon. She just wanted to fulfill her long-standing wish to marry, and wanted her lover to lift the wedding ribbon and drink a glass of wine together. Simple and beautiful.
Until a maid came and told Cuixian: "Princess, the prince said that the prince was injured and wanted to go to the palace to visit the prince. He asked you not to wait for him. If you are sleepy, go to bed first."
Snap, Cuixian's heart broke.
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Nine Princes' Mansion.
Compared to the Tenth Prince's Palace, the Ninth Prince's Palace seemed more deserted, and Long Jiu kept everything simple. When night fell, people dispersed one by one, and the Nine Princes' Mansion returned to its previous deserted and quiet state.
After bowing to Long Jiu three times, Feng Xi'er was led into her room by the maid.
Feng Xi'er sat on the wedding bed and kept waiting, but she still didn't see Long Jiu pushing the door open and entering.
Feng Xi'er was hungry and sleepy, her stomach was empty, and her heart was even more empty.
In the past three days, Feng Xi'er didn't know how she got here. Every moment was a kind of suffering. She had never felt that time was so long. Until this morning, she woke up early, put on her wedding clothes and makeup, and was anxiously The wedding sedan was ushered in while waiting. Feng Xi'er got into the wedding sedan with anticipation and excitement.
But Long Jiu didn't come out to greet her in person.
Feng Xi'er recalled the scene at that time. At this moment, her self-esteem still couldn't be repaired.
At that time, it was trampled to pieces by Long Jiu.
There was no grand welcoming procession, and no one came out to greet Feng Xi'er when they went to the Jiuwang Mansion. At that time, many onlookers sneered at Feng Xi'er, and all kinds of teasing and sarcasm were heard.
She said she was thick-skinned and asked to marry the Ghost King, but the Ghost King didn't like her at all.
She was said to be a bitch. She didn't like the infatuated Long Qi, but preferred the cold and heartless Ghost King.
He said she was shameless and dared to compete with a stunning concubine like Ziyun.
Feng Xi'er sneered at that time, watching Long Jiu's passionate relationship with the stunning beauty Ziyun, but never looked at her. She didn't take her as a princess seriously at all, pretending not to care on her face, and walked in on her own. Nine Princes' Mansion. But her heart felt like needle pricks. No woman had ever married so shabbily as she did.
She didn't care about this. What Feng Xi'er cared about was how could Long Jiu be so passionate about Ziyun but so cold to her? This powerful contrast made her uncomfortable. She was the official concubine, but she was not even as good as a concubine.
Thinking of those people's cynicism, those vicious words, and Long Jiu's cold attitude, Feng Xi'er felt a suffocation in her chest.
No, she couldn't sit around and wait.
Feng Xi'er quickly opened the hikerchief covering her head, took off the phoenix crown on her head, stood up from the bed, opened the wooden door, and walked out.
He grabbed the oncoming guard and asked, "Do you know where the prince is?"
The guard hesitated and refused to say anything.
Feng Xi'er knew it was useless to ask, so she let go of the guard and walked all the way, looking around. It was a cool night, and Feng Xi'er couldn't care about anything else. She just wanted to see Long Jiu as soon as possible.
Long Jiu's bedroom.
Ziyun was sitting on the bed, while Long Jiu was reading medical books.
Long Jiu was flipping through medical books lazily and casually, and Ziyun occasionally glanced at Long Jiu. The two of them were alone, in the dead of night, and Ziyun couldn't suppress the surprise and feverish heartbeat in her heart.
I never thought that I could marry my master.
Although this is just a mission.
Long Jiu broke the silence: "Go to sleep when you are tired, I will fall asleep softly"
Ziyun hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why don't you go and see the eldest lady?"
Long Jiu sneered, "Don't worry about that woman..."
"Isn't this good? I haven't even greeted the eldest lady today," Ziyun said duplicitously.
As soon as Long Jiu heard the woman's name, he was immediately confused. He couldn't read the medical book, and the way Feng Xi'er looked at him during the day came to his mind.
Long Jiu said that he would make Feng Xi'er regret marrying into the Nine Prince's Mansion, so he would treat her indifferently and not give Feng Xi'er a chance.
"Ziyun, do you think that woman is from Long Liu?" Long Jiu suddenly asked.
"This doesn't feel like it. Why do you ask me that?" Ziyun said with a touch of temptation.
"If it wasn't for Long Liu's use, why did she have to marry me?" Long Jiu still couldn't figure out the reason.
If Feng Xi'er chose to marry him that day in order to avoid being raped by Concubine Lian when she entered the palace, this reason would be too absurd. Who in the world doesn't know that he, the Ghost King, is disfigured and disabled? Will any woman take the initiative to ask to marry him
Or did you choose to marry him in order to get rid of the entanglement with Long Qi
Long Jiu was inexplicably annoyed and closed the medical book with a snap. His mood instantly became bad.
No matter what, if this woman dares to marry him, she will have to pay the price.
Ziyun saw Long Jiu making a move to get up, and wondered, is the master going to find that woman
A strong sense of crisis came over, Ziyun's pupils shrank, and there was a scheming in his eyes.
"Ah..." Ziyun screamed in pain.
Long Jiu put down the medical book, got off the couch, walked to the bed, and leaned down to check Ziyun's body. He grabbed Ziyun's wrist and felt his pulse.
"The pulse is normal, nothing wrong. What's wrong with you?" Long Jiu asked.
This is the first time Ziyun has been in such close contact with Long Jiu. The distance between the two is so close. Long Jiu's warm breath spreads on Ziyun's tender white skin, making Ziyun blush and heartbeat. His breathing began to quicken.
Ziyun lowered his eyebrows, looked up at Long Jiu, and said with a little shyness: "It's just that the wound on the chest suddenly hurts... It seems like it was pricked by a needle."
Ziyun thought, no man could be so calm and composed in front of the temptation of beauty.
But Ziyun also knew that their master was different. Long Jiu had been forbearing for many years and it had become a habit. Let alone temptation, even if the most beautiful woman took off her clothes and lay on Long Jiu's bed, Long Jiu would not be able to waver in the slightest.
Because Long Jiu doesn't love them.
Long Jiu is such a person. Ziyun knows it well.
That's why Ziyun felt unwilling to do so. He was extremely envious of Feng Xi'er but couldn't help but be jealous.
A woman who can be loved by her master. How lucky that would be.
However, Ziyun still had illusions, trying to confuse Long Jiu with her beauty.
Long Jiu sat beside the bed naturally. Duo Ziyun said: "Take off your clothes and let me take a look."
Long Jiu probably didn't know how ambiguous his words were when he said them in this small room in the dark night, making people fascinated and easily confused.
However, Longjiu's habit as a doctor and his familiar master-servant relationship with Ziyun prevented him from thinking about it to a level that would make people think wrongly.