"Brother Qingping, the time is coming, it's time for you to enter the palace!"
Outside, gongs and drums are beating in the sky, red candles are filling the sky, and there is joy everywhere.
Ling Shuang stood outside, urging the people in the room with faint eyes.
After a long while, there was no reaction from the people inside. The housekeeper was already urging him outside. Ling Shuang felt anxious and walked in quietly.
"Brother Qingping, the time is coming soon, so you'd better clean up early."
Jiang Qingping raised her eyes calmly, her empty eyes reflecting the pretty figure in front of her, "You're here."
It was obviously a happy day, but the faces of the two of them were even uglier than when they were buried.
"Well, the carriage is already ready outside. It's better to go quickly and don't waste time."
Jiang Qingping flashed his eyes and held the official hat placed on the table tightly in his hand, "Humph, you are more eager than me."
Ling Shuang lowered her head, her eyes dim, "After all, I am going to the palace to face the Holy Emperor. If I offend the Emperor, I am afraid he will be punished."
A bitter smile appeared on Jiang Qingping's lips. When things came to a close, he suddenly regretted the decision he had made.
"Okay, come over quickly."
Time passed, leaving little opportunity for regret. Jiang Qingping almost crushed the things in his hands, and finally stood up slowly and walked slowly outside.
Ling Shuang tightened her grip and wanted to follow, but finally stopped, and a clear tear slowly fell from the corner of her eye.
The emperor's favorite seventh princess recruited a consort, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire capital. Thousands of people came out to see this grand event.
"Oh, you are worthy of being the newly promoted No. 1 Scholar. This face is really good!"
"Yes, this is really majestic. The last time I saw such a magnificent scene was when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince got married! It's really enviable!"
"Yes, this No. 1 scholar is very talented. What a talented man and beautiful woman!"
…
The voices of praise were endless, floating in Jiang Qingping's ears, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Wrapped in red makeup, Jiang Qingping held Zhao Si'er's hand and kowtowed to the emperor at the Tai Chi Hall. After a few salutes and meeting with many officials, he finally brought him back. However, Jiang Qingping was clearly missing from this grand banquet.
Figures of parents.
With the red candle swaying, Zhao Si'er sat on the bed, raised her hand to lift her hijab, and looked coldly at the display in front of her.
The golden nanmu, silk and silk, and fine white porcelain cups were all made according to her rules in the palace. I guess Jiang Qingping cared about her and was quite obedient.
At the door, the door bolt rang, and a human figure flashed in, it was Jiang Qingping.
On today's big day, he drank a little too much, his face was flushed, and he was walking a little unsteadily.
The aura of handsomeness that lingers on her body cannot be wiped out, and she looks very clean.
Zhao Si'er glanced coldly at the person at the door. Finally, she gently raised her hand to pour a glass of wine and sipped it in her mouth.
"Jiang Lang, I'm afraid you still can't drink enough. You should practice more in the future!"
Jiang Qingping shook his head and staggered up to her, "Princess, princess, why, why did you lift the hijab by yourself?"
"I waited too long and felt too bored, so I took it away myself. Besides, it's really not a big deal, it's just a hijab."
Jiang Qingping didn't feel resentful. He nodded lightly, went straight to the bed, and lay down suddenly.
Zhao Si'er looked at his unpromising look and whispered, "I am quite satisfied with your performance today. However, today is a big day, so you still have to show off with me. Get up and accompany me."
Let’s have a drink!”
The proper etiquette must not be lacking and must not be exposed to laughter.
Jiang Qingping was already a little tired after being force-fed for such a long time, so he turned his head and wanted to sleep.
"This princess hasn't said you can sleep yet!"
Zhao Si'er's white palms slowly hooked Jiang Qingping's belt, and with a little force, she pulled him up a little.
Jiang Qingping felt movement and finally woke up for a moment from his deep sleep.
The hazy sleepy eyes and flushed face are a bit funny.
Zhao Si'er didn't feel embarrassed, so she just took the golden cup and drank it while holding the hand of the person in front of her.
The slender throat was constantly trembling, reflecting the bright red color of joy, making Gou's mouth go dry.
Jiang Qingping's eyes were not clear for a moment. It was Su Xiao, no, it was Ling Shuang. It was Ling Shuang who married him.
Uncontrollably, he held the face of the person in front of him with his hands, kissed him almost obsessively, and couldn't help but murmur.
Zhao Sier did not refuse and simply closed her eyes.
The curtains are lowered, the red candles are shaking, and the room is beautiful.
In the bright and quiet night, only Ling Shuang could not sleep. She did not move to a new house with Jiang Qingping tonight, and it was a bit scary to guard this empty house alone.
"Madam, why are you willing to let her enter the house? If you don't follow her to the new house, then the new arrival may not be happy in your heart!"
Ling Shuang sat in the courtyard, looking at the moonlight with empty eyes.
"The princess is a rich man, and I am just a person who cannot be put on the stage. If I offend the princess and get in her eyes, I will bring trouble to Brother Qingping!"
Beside her, the little maid couldn't bear it at all.
"Huh, in my opinion, you don't have to be so kind to the young master. You gave your heart and soul to him, but in the end, he married someone else, and it was really hateful for him to spend so much time in love!"
Ling Shuang's hands under her sleeves were already clenched, but with a pale smile on her lips, she raised her hand and tapped the little girl's head.
"You, it's all you think about. Don't worry, I did it voluntarily. I can't blame Brother Qingping. Besides, I owe him everything. This is what I should do."
No one said anything, the two of them just held each other in their arms, guarding this lonely bright moon.
Jiang Qingping was overjoyed, but Su Moyuan did not come to celebrate.
The man's heart is full of holes now, and he doesn't know what he is thinking. Anyway, it will never be the joy of getting married, so why should he celebrate this unfortunate marriage again.
"You are so magnificent, a beauty that everyone can embrace, but why are you still hiding here, not daring to take any action towards the person you love?"
In the corner, Su Luo had been locked up here for several days, and now she felt extremely depressed.
Su Moyuan flashed his eyes and suddenly glared at her.
"You'd better understand your current situation and shut up!"
"Oh, hum, you are so cowardly that you don't allow others to say it. I see you, even if you hold back a flower in this room, you don't dare to say a word in front of Lidya Su.
After letting myself fall step by step, let her be snatched away by others!"