Although it is also a case.

But at least my identity is the concubine of their royal palace, right?

You have to make a complete set of examples.

Then I saw three or four large guards coming in, and ignored the maid's shouting and begging for mercy and took them away.

Chu Qi didn't raise his eyes and continued to be at the mercy of the two matchmakers.

The weather is just right in April. I wore a few big red clothes on the seventh day of the lunar month. If I had time, I would definitely be so hot that I couldn't stand it.

Covering the veil, he left the Yan Mansion's door and entered the red sedan chair of the God of Killing King.

The concubine is not as good as the concubine.

There is only one word difference, but the treatment is very different.

If it is the princess, the groom must come to greet the bride in person.

But if it is a so-called concubine like the seventh day of the lunar month, then there will be only one representative of the prince to pick him up.

The customs of Suling Country are different from other places. The betrothal gifts given by the man's family are accompanied by the welcoming team. The betrothal gifts come from there and the dowry goes from here. After all, they occupy the entire street.

The suona was also played loudly, and the people in the capital of Suling Kingdom were probably happy.

However, in the festive season, there are certain dissatisfaction, some pity, some doubts.

I was trained since I was a child and I heard a little in this noisy atmosphere.

"The King of Killing God married his concubine? What's going on? Why did the concubine come out of Yan's mansion?"

"Yes, yes, where did the woman come from the Yan family?"

"Don't you know? I heard that Yan Zuoxiang has a daughter. It's just that because his mother is unclean and his daughter is not good at doing well, he has never left Yan's mansion. I heard that the third lady has been in a miserable life!"

"How could the God-Killing King want such a woman? Such a woman is not even qualified to be a concubine of the God-Killing King!"

"Who knows, the emperor was foolish and suddenly gave such an imperial edict, and the marriage was done!"

“…”

...

I heard these few words on the seventh day of the lunar month. The most important words are.

But she didn't care, she stretched slightly and leaned to the side.

I was shouted up early in the morning and I was very tired. Let's go to bed first.

Then she slept until she entered the door. She was still woken up by the matchmaker. Fortunately, she slept lightly.

The concubine's sedan chair could only enter through the back door, and the groom did not kick the sedan chair and pull the bride.

In fact, it is quite simple, without so many fancy things and cumbersome etiquettes. Why not do it for the seventh day of the lunar month? But the suffering of ancient times was always women. Look at the Killing God King, it never appeared in front of me from beginning to end.

Or is he marrying a wife?

He actually sent such a wedding by calling someone casually.

What a pity.

I have always liked romantic weddings on the seventh day of the lunar month, and I don’t need many people or gorgeous people. There was a saying in my previous life: At a wedding, the bridesmaids are pigeons and the best men are squares.

What a small but romantic thing.

It only takes two people.

But what happened was such a gorgeous but not warm fixed ceremony.

For this reason, Chu Qi was very unfavorable to the so-called Killing God King.

Come and compete with her? She has many methods to kill.

He is the King of Killing God. Then what is she? Po Jun Concubine?

No, no, she is not a concubine.

What a shit concubine, she has nothing to do with her.

What happened next made the seventh day of the lunar calendar even more impatient.

Wait and wait.
Chapter completed!