Murong Yingluo returned to the General's Mansion in a sedan chair, so at noon, Amai was waiting at the door with an anxious expression. When she saw the sedan chair stopped, she hurriedly walked up.
"Miss, the second lady invites you to go to the west wing."
Zhen'er opened the sedan curtain, and Murong Yingluo walked down from the sedan. Zhen'er followed beside her and headed towards the west compartment where the second lady was.
As soon as I stepped into the room, I heard my mother, Mrs. Yang, crying and wiping her tears with a brocade handkerchief in her hand, saying sadly: "Why am I so miserable! I gave birth to an ignorant girl."
As he spoke, he kept his eyes on himself, "Your father will beat me to death. How are we, mother and daughter, supposed to live?"
Yingluo looked calm as she watched her mother cry, make trouble, and hang herself as usual, while also apologizing to her father.
"Mother, you don't have to seek death and hang yourself. The Empress Dowager has already made a decree to betroth your daughter to Prince Zheng."
Hearing this, Yang's crying stopped suddenly, with tears still hanging on her face, and she said in disbelief: "What did you say? You actually chose to wear this look."
Yingluo said casually: "It's over!" Her life-long events seemed to be the matters of others.
Yang instantly greeted her with a smile and said, "From now on, my daughter will be Princess Zheng?"
Yingluo nodded slightly, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for mother to see her daughter in the future."
"A married daughter is nothing but water thrown away. Will Prince Zheng treat you badly when you marry him?" Yingluo saw that her mother was not reluctant to give up, but she raised her lips bitterly.
Yang stood up and frowned at her daughter's outfit, "From now on, you will be Princess Zheng, and you are not allowed to wear clothes like this again."
At her mother's urging, Yingluo put on a beaded gauze pink rosy dress, a gold silk embroidered red gem-studded double luan on her head, and a white ribbon around her waist. This was what she had worn to the palace in her previous life.
That clothes.
Yang didn't notice the desolation in her daughter's heart, and her bright eyes lingered on her daughter, "My daughter is indeed a beauty, and Princess Zheng is well-deserved."
Looking at the proud expression on my mother's face, I felt desolate in my heart.
"Mother, my daughter is still hungry!"
Madam Yang just remembered that her daughter had not had lunch when she returned home, "I have ordered the kitchen to prepare good snacks, and I have ordered people to prepare the ginseng soup. When your father returns from the palace, you will personally deliver the ginseng soup.
Murong Yingluo knew that the ginseng soup was supposed to be used to make amends, and she was about to ask her father why, "Okay! My daughter will send it in person."
Murong Yingluo heard that Amai came to report her father and returned to the general's mansion. She carried a black lacquered wood food box with ginseng soup in her hand and headed towards the study of the general's mansion.
Halfway through, a resolute and burly man in silver light armor blocked her way.
Yingluo looked at the familiar handsome face in front of her, the coldness in her eyes turned to ice, and she shouted coldly: "Get out of the way!"
Gongyichu's confused eyes stared at her coldly, "Why? You have been avoiding me for two days in a row. You and I have sworn not to marry anyone who is not your queen, and not to marry anyone who is not your king. Now you actually agreed to marry Prince Zheng."
All the past life events are vivid in my mind, my heart has been broken by him, and I have no love for a long time. "Gongyichu! Do you really love me? In fact, you don't love me at all! If you still have a wife, don't let your father down."
Don’t do anything to harm the Murong family because of your upbringing."
Gongyi was startled for a moment, but he quickly realized what he was doing and rushed forward to grab her. She pulled the Chinese ginseng soup and was knocked to the ground, "Luo'er, who is driving a wedge between us?"
Murong Yingluo's breasts were as tight as a sharp blade, her cold eyes were full of hatred, and she pretended to be deeply affectionate when her inner thoughts were revealed, "In the beginning of Gongyi, God is watching what you do, so you can take care of yourself."
When Gongyi first saw Yingluo leaving angrily, what happened? Did that old guy Murong Xuan discover something?
Murong Yingluo came to the door of the study and knocked on the door lightly, "Father, can my daughter come in?"
Murong Xuan was about forty years old, with a tall build and a mature and steady look in his eyes. He heard Mu Yingluo calling softly from outside the door, "Luo'er, come in quickly!"
Yingluo lifted up her skirt, walked into the study with light steps, and met her father's loving eyes.
"Yingluo has met her father."
"I heard that King Zheng has chosen you as his concubine. The girls of my Murong family are all extraordinary."
"Father, my daughter is about to marry into Prince Zheng's palace. My daughter wants to know why her father must marry her daughter to Prince Zheng?"
Murong Xuanzheng intended to appoint his daughter to be his spy, and then get the two things he wanted.
"This is the emperor's order. The emperor suspects that Prince Zheng is pretending to be ill and has evil intentions. You married him to monitor Prince Zheng's every move."
In his previous life, Gongyichu framed his father for treason and took over his father's position as the national protector general. At that time, the only force that could compete with Gongyichu was Prince Zheng Si Wushang.
He died at the hands of Gongyichu, and what happened next is unknown. The emperor's heart is unpredictable, and even his brothers would not believe it. Now that his father is highly valued by the emperor, it is not surprising that his father behaves like this.
Yingluo never doubted her father's words, "Father, don't worry, my daughter will help her father pay attention to Prince Zheng's movements. After her daughter gets married, her father must be on guard against Gong Yichu."
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, one month will pass, and in two days it will be the wedding day of Murong Yingluo and Prince Zheng.
Yingluo leaned in front of the window and looked at the stars in the high distance.
In the past month, her father had not allowed her to enter the military camp, so she stayed in the mansion to learn royal etiquette with peace of mind. As for the early days of Gongyi, she also came to pester her several times. Her father was afraid of rumors in the mansion, so he ordered him to stay in the military camp temporarily.
Gongyichu was his father's adopted son and the son of General Gongyi. When General Gongyi's family was wiped out, when his father rushed there, he only found Gongyichu who had survived under the protection of his wife Gongyi. That year
She was as old as Yu'er, so her father raised her in the house.
Originally, she had an older brother who was born to the eldest lady, but he died shortly after birth. The eldest lady couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, and she became obsessed with remembering him. Ever since Gongyi first entered the general's mansion, the eldest lady had something in her heart.
Thanks to my trust, my illness gradually got better.
The eldest lady was gentle and modest, Yingluo had always liked her, and Gongyi treated her very well at first, so the relationship between the two began quietly, but they didn't expect it to end in such a tragic way.
Since ancient times, according to the orders of my parents and the words of the matchmaker, I will marry Prince Zheng soon. I wonder if this choice is right? Or wrong?
Zhen'er had already made up the couch and looked at the young lady looking out the window, lost in thought, "Miss, it's getting late, it's time to rest!"
"It's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest!"
Zhen'er helped Yingluo sleep, put down the curtains, and blew out the lights before leaving.
The moonlight shines through the window lattice, and the mottled moonlight shines on the gauze curtain. Behind the curtain, Mu Yingluo's breathing gradually becomes heavier.
Outside the door, a dark look sneaked out of the boudoir, and a wisp of fragrant fragrance spread in the room, drifting in through the curtains.
The man quietly pushed open the room and tiptoed to the bed, opened the curtains, and saw that Yingluo was a martial artist. She felt strangely holding her breath in her sleep, inhaling smoke, and feeling weak all over.
Weakly shouted: "Here comes someone! There is an assassin!"
The man directly covered her mouth with his hand, and tore her clothes in panic with his other hand. Yingluo struggled hard. She still didn't know that this man was here to destroy her innocence. She felt so weak and weak, and her mind gradually changed.
Not clear.
"Come quickly! There's an assassin!" Suddenly I heard someone shouting loudly outside the room.
Yingluo was in a daze, and she seemed to hear the voice that sounded like the voice of guarding Amai. How could Amai be outside her room so late?