Chapter 2 Prince, please respect yourself 2

When I went out, no one from the British Duke's mansion came out to see her off. There was only Lan Shuang's maid Biqing, who was thrusting and holding her out.

There were many people around the gate, all of whom were watching the fun.

One is the infamous disabled prince, and the other is the vulgar daughter he just found. These two are the topics of conversation for the people of Kyoto after dinner. The emperor tied the two together with an imperial edict, and he didn't know who was humiliating.

And there is something special today...

Biqing was stunned when she helped Lanshuang down the steps. She looked at the black and black sedan chair in front of her, but couldn't control her and cried louder.

"You... you guys are too bullying! How can you marry a wife and use a black sedan chair? Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

The King of Ming didn't know what he thought, so he deliberately used a pure black sedan chair. The sedan chair was spacious and looked from a distance, but it looked like a coffin.

Several black-clothed guards beside the sedan chair all looked sank: "Rare! How dare the little maid speak wildly?"

Biqing was stammering her neck and wanted to say something, Lan Shuang reached out and pressed her: "Biqing, be careful."

Biqing looked at her unwillingly and brewed a lot of tears. Lan Shuang let go of her hand and walked towards the sedan chair: "Biqing's words and deeds are unruly, and she offended the prince. Please forgive me."

As she said that, she paused, her eyes swept past the curtains of the sedan chair, and said with a smile: "I think this sedan chair is very out of the world."

The man in the masked man sitting in a wheelchair in the sedan chair suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this, and a ripples appeared in his eyes as deep as ancient ponds.

Why is this person's personality different from the secret guards' investigation?

Before he could think about it, a fair and slender hand pushed away the curtains and let the sunlight outside shine down.

"Prince, I'll be lucky."

Lan Shuang put down the fan and smiled at him. The phoenix crown shone brightly, making her lips red and white, and she was affectionate and kind.

The Ming King looked at her and quietly stroked the purple jade ring on his thumb, "Goodbye."

"Can I come in?" Lan Shuang asked politely.

King Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded reservedly: "Yes."

After the words came, Lan Shuang stepped in with a foot wearing red embroidered shoes. However, before she could land, someone outside shouted: "Wait a minute, sister!"

This pretentious voice, you can tell that it comes from her delicate "good sister".

Lan Shuang's little face collapsed and she couldn't help rolling her eyes in front of the Ming King.

Ming Wang: "..."

He looked at Lan Shuang calmly, and then learned what changing face means.

Lan Yuning's footsteps gradually approached. Lan Shuang took back her other foot, but she didn't put her hand down, and turned around and smiled: "Sister has something to do?"

Lan Yuning immediately found the angle to make sure that she could see inside and let the people inside see her. Then she reluctantly pulled Lan Shuang's other hand and said in a slight voice: "Sister, when you go to the palace in the future, you must take good care of yourself. Even if you were dissatisfied with the prince before, now..."

As she said that, she glanced into the sedan chair. Lan Shuang immediately relaxed her hand, and the curtain fell down to block her from death.

Lan Yuning: "..."

She was about to send a secret lovely look on her face.

Ming Wang: "..."

Does she want others to see her?

Why?

Lan Shuang smiled and opened Lan Yuning's hand, Hehuan fanned her half-covered Furong's face, and said relaxedly: "Sister is joking, that's all the past. Now that I am married to the prince, I am the prince's wife. Naturally, everything is the prince's priority. These should not be what you, the girl in the boudoir, should worry, go back."

Lan Yuning still didn't give up: "Sister, I'll come back more often in the future. Although you made your father and mother unhappy today, you're a family in the end-"

Lan Shuang ran out of patience and turned around and asked the most prominent one among the guards: "Brother, is the auspicious time here? You should be blowing and beating, go quickly."

The guard commander Yu Xiao was stunned for a moment, looked up at the sky, and waved his hand: "Get up the sedan chair."

Lan Shuang immediately smiled happily, lifted the curtain and crawled in, sat on one side with a very sensible attitude, without being caught by the Ming King.

The sedan chair was lifted up, and a group of black-clothed guards walked forward silently. The musician following him looked at each other and started walking in one dragon.

The person at the end also set off firecrackers.

It seems more like a funeral.

Lan Yuning was completely ignored and stood there in embarrassment.

...

In fact, it was not only her who was embarrassed, but Lan Shuang in the sedan chair was also quite embarrassed, but she didn't say it.

I was in a small sedan chair with a strange man and didn't even talk. Who would try it out and know what it felt.

She knew that the King of Ming was looking at her without looking at her. Her eyes were too oppressive, so she had nowhere to hide.

"I thought you wouldn't want them to blow and beat." After a while, the Ming King finally spoke, his voice was surprisingly nice.

It is like a clear spring flowing on the stone, or it is like a jade water, with a hint of coldness in the clearness.

Lanshuang is a voice-controlled person, and her favorability towards Ming Wang has skyrocketed after listening to it.

"Why don't you want to? You're out of the sea of ​​suffering, so you can't celebrate?"

Lan Shuang smiled and glanced at him, and directly fanned the wind with a fan.

It was September 8th, and the left and right she wore was very hot.

"Oh?" Ming Wang was a little excited, and he held his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and looked at her leisurely: "So you think it's a good thing to marry me?"

"Yeah, yes." Lan Shuang nodded.

"But why did I hear that you ran away from marriage and elope with someone named Liu Lang."

The tone of Ming Wang did not change at all, and it was clear and cold, but it made Lan Shuang feel a warning.

She paused, pinched the Hehuan Fan's hand and narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, "The news of the prince is so powerful? Isn't it said that the prince is just a playboy who eats, drinks and has fun?"

There seemed to be a smile on the corner of King Ming's eyes, but his face clearly had no expression. "Then do you think, why do I reveal the secret to you?"

Lan Shuang moved silently to the direction of the sedan door, but unexpectedly, this stimulated Ming Wang. He suddenly caught the opportunity as if he had seen a wolf running away from his prey. He took Lan Shuang's wrist with one hand and took the person into his arms, and grabbed her neck quickly and accurately with the other hand.

Lan Shuang had difficulty breathing, so she threw away the fan and held Ming Wang's finger, "We have something to say. On the first day of the wedding... cough cough... it's not good to strangle my wife to death?"

The Ming King smiled softly, and the heat in his breath twitched Lan Shuang's neck, which instantly dyed a layer of scarlet color.

"I don't like to keep dangerous people or things around me. Who knows if I will bite back one day?"

As he said that, he added some strength to his hands.

Lanshuang: "...You really have principles."

The Ming King sneered, and his murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

888 jumped out: "I realized that the host's life was threatened, and immediately activate the counterattack mechanism - do a miracle with great force!"

Lanshuang: "…"

What the hell?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!