Chapter 243 The Saint is escaping from the Shura Field again today 36

After Lan Shuang saluted, she stepped aside. The Imperial Master would not leave this time. There were so many people watching at the gate, and it was hard to talk.

He took a deep look at Lan Shuang and strode up the steps.

The white robe disappeared at the door, and Lan Shuang stood up to follow.

After entering the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, he walked around the screen wall and saw the Imperial Preceptor standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for Lan Shuang.

Lan Shuang turned her face to the maid behind her and said, "You guys go down, I'll go by myself."

"yes."

The maids left with a wink, and Lan Shuang walked behind the Imperial Master: "Your Excellency, are you waiting for me?"

The Imperial Master turned his face to look at her and walked forward: "Well, you will be getting married in three days, so I will pick you up and take a look at your phoenix crown and harem and dowry to see if there are any flaws and

The steward said, let him add it."

Lan Shuang responded: "Okay, thank you sir."

Then there was nothing more to say, and the Imperial Master couldn't help but look at her again.

She obviously loved talking to him before, but in just a few months, they had become so estranged from each other.

The Imperial Master sighed softly, "That's all, you go back and rest."

After saying that, he wanted to go another way, but this time Lan Shuang stopped him: "Sir, please stay."

The Imperial Master froze, almost thinking that he was hallucinating, but Lan Shuang actually took the initiative to call him?

"Sir, in three days, I will completely leave the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. I can't thank you enough for taking care of me for so many years, but what you have done to me has offset the kindness you have received for so many years."

Lan Shuang didn't care whether he was facing her head on or back, and said to herself: "But you saved my life back then and didn't let me die in the ice and snow. I always remember that I will return this life to you."

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The Imperial Master was startled and turned around, "What do you mean by this?"

Lan Shuang smiled, but did not explain, "With this kind of kindness in mind, I would like to advise you to give it up as soon as it's good. After the big revenge is avenged, don't implicate others, otherwise the retribution will only be on yourself."

The imperial master frowned and wanted to say something else, but Lan Shuang bowed and said, "I'm sorry to leave."

She turned around and left without any hesitation. The moment she turned around, a mechanical voice sounded: "Dear host, the heroine's resentment value has been reduced by ten, and there are still sixty points left. Keep up the good work."

Naturally, the imperial master couldn't hear this sound, and he felt cold all over, bone-chilling.

…

At night, the prince sent another letter to the Imperial Preceptor, asking him when he would take action. The Imperial Preceptor sat in front of the case for a long time and wrote with a pen: After four days, the poison can be obtained, and then the action can be taken.

The prince calmed down and waited for four days.

Three days later, Lan Shuang and Xin Wujiang got married. This was the first happy event since the beginning of winter. It was also the marriage between the Imperial Prefect's Office and the General's Office. The scene was unprecedentedly grand.

Red lanterns and red silk satin were hung from the Imperial Prefect's Mansion all the way to the General's Mansion. The common people got up early in the morning to watch the excitement.

Lan Shuang freshened up, put on her wedding clothes, a phoenix crown on her head, and an acacia fan in her hand, and walked to the front hall amidst the sound of admiration.

The Imperial Master sat at the head of the throne. He always wore white clothes, but today he rarely wore a lake-blue brocade robe. He was wearing a mask, and he seemed to be sitting calmly, but in fact he was in a state of confusion.

All the events from the past came flooding back, giving him a severe headache.

Even his hands were shaking slightly, but fortunately his wide sleeves covered him and no one could see him, otherwise everyone would be surprised, and it turns out that the Imperial Master would also be scared.

"The saint has arrived——"

Someone shouted, and the Imperial Master suddenly tensed up and immediately raised his eyes.

Lan Shuang, dressed in a red wedding dress, walked in with the support of a maid. She wore an exquisite phoenix crown on her head, and the beaded and golden curtains swayed gently as she moved.

It's like a ball of fire descending and breaking into this vast world, so vivid and vivid that people can't take their eyes away.

Walking closer, Lan Shuang handed the fan to the maid, revealing her true face. It was rare for her to wear such a full set of makeup, and she looked bright, majestic and dignified.

She is completely different from the innocent little girl in the impression of the Imperial Master.

She gently lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt down, "Daughter, bid farewell to my adoptive father. I will not be able to fulfill my filial piety under my knees in the future. My adoptive father cherishes me."

The Imperial Master's hand hidden in his sleeve slowly clenched. He closed his eyes and moved the corners of his lips slightly, as if he wanted to laugh or cry.

"It's been a long time since I heard you call me foster father."

The Imperial Master thought that this should be the last time.

Lan Shuang smiled, parted her lips and chuckled, her bright eyes and white teeth were very touching, "I left some things for my adoptive father in the room, he can go and see them when he is free."

The Imperial Master was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Lan Shuang kowtowed to him sincerely. The Imperial Master took the hijab and covered her with it. Lan Shuang got up and left with the acacia fan.

The Imperial Master followed her to see her off, and when she left the door, there was a bustle of people outside, and the people were all watching the excitement. Xin Wujiang was wearing a wedding robe, and he was tall and tall. Maybe it was because he was getting married, but he looked more than usual.

Much gentler.

Many girls' families were heartbroken.

The Imperial Master felt uncomfortable when he saw him, so he simply turned away, and after sending Lan Shuang to him, he said in a deep voice: "I will leave my daughter to you. Treat her well in the future."

"National Master, don't worry."

Xin Wujiang held Lan Shuang's hand in front of everyone and led them into the sedan. When no one was paying attention, he took out a package of things from his sleeve pocket and put it in Lan Shuang's hand. Then he lowered the sedan curtain and covered it.

With the prying eyes of everyone, he got on his horse.

Lan Shuang opened her hijab and looked at the oil paper bag in her hand. It was still warm. She opened it and saw that there were some freshly baked pastries inside, both salty and sweet.

888: "Wow, I thought of it all. Who said straight men are careless? The general is too careful!"

Lan Shuang: "...What you said doesn't sound like you're praising him at all."

888: "..."

888: "Bah, bah, bah! The general is not meticulous at all! I was wrong."

Lan Shuang picked up a piece of pastry and ate it, her eyes crooked, "When you marry, you should marry Xin Wujiang."

888 quite agrees with this point, "It is indeed rare to find someone who thinks about you all the time."

The bearer lifted up the sedan chair and shouted loudly.

"Get up the sedan——"

Xin Wujiang led the way, moving forward slowly, his eyebrows soft.

The young man is proud of the spring breeze and wears a red robe to welcome his beautiful lady.

The maids beside the sedan followed, throwing candies and copper coins to both sides from time to time, and behind them followed a long queue. From the street to the end of the street, there was no end in sight. It was really a long journey.

"As expected of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. Even if you are rich, this dowry is comparable to that of a princess getting married, right?"

"Who says it's not the case? An unpopular princess probably doesn't have such a big pomp!"

"The general is really good at choosing. I heard that the saint is as beautiful as a fairy. She is both beautiful and rich. It's really enviable."

…

The gongs and drums were noisy, the firecrackers were deafening, and the procession of pipers and beaters circled the city half a circle, and finally stopped at the General's Mansion.

Compared to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the General's Mansion was more lively, with so many guests.

All the prominent officials from the court came, and several princes, including the prince, came to congratulate him.

The old general took Xin Wujiang to entertain the guests. When Xin Wujiang arrived, the guests were all excited.

After he dismounted, he led Lan Shuang with red silk and walked towards the mansion. Everyone gave way, and the old general sat in the high hall, his face full of joy.

The princes sat on both sides, watching them come in with different thoughts.

However, no one would make trouble at this time. The worship service went smoothly, and the old general was smiling from ear to ear the whole time.
Chapter completed!