At the end of the path is a small courtyard, but it is much smaller than the courtyard where Ma Xiaoquan lived outside the floating palace. It has a small front yard and a medium-sized boudoir. The structure of the boudoir is very strange.
It gives people an indescribable sense of comfort and elegance. The windows in the room are closed, but a faint fragrance can still come out from inside.
Ma Xiaoquan swallowed involuntarily. He was a little hesitant and at a loss.
Although he has met Princess Ting before, he did so without knowing her identity. Ma Xiaoquan did not have much impression of her last time they met.
Today is different, because today is the day when he is going to marry Princess Ting.
At this time, Yuan suddenly sent a message: "Stop pretending. You have experienced this kind of marriage so many times. You should be familiar with it. Damn it, hurry up~ I'm getting anxious waiting...
..."
"Damn it, it's not you who is getting married when I get married, why are you so anxious?"
"Hey, actually, you don't know, every time you have sex with a woman, I feel particularly energetic..."
"Uh~~" Ma Xiaoquan rolled his eyes, "Let me go, why do you feel so energetic?"
Yuan Dao: "After all, you are my host. Although you can rely on me to survive without getting sick, your physical fitness still needs to be constantly exercised and maintained in an appropriate state of excitement... Hey, you and women
When you're having sex, you have the most adrenaline, so I naturally feel particularly energetic... Hey, isn't there no one here? I can see that Princess Ting doesn't reject you, anyway.
You two are about to get married, how about taking this opportunity to eat her first?"
"Fuck you~~" Ma Xiaoquan cursed angrily in his heart, "Am I this kind of person? Princess Ting and I are just a political marriage, and I have no intention of touching her at all..."
"Don't come here, how can you do it without a woman by your side? Besides, Huayue and the others don't know when they will come. If Beiming Shuangxue comes again, it will be at least ten years later. I don't believe it in these days.
Don’t you want women? Well, even if you can hold on during this period, when you really go to Hongzhou, you will definitely meet some women. At that time, I don’t believe that you won’t have any ideas.
...Ma Xiaoquan, it’s better for you to follow your heart..."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed in his heart: "You are right, I can't live without a woman by my side, but my marriage to Princess Ting is clearly a political game..."
Yuan advised: "Since you know this is a political game, Princess Ting should also know it. She didn't even point it out and chose to compromise and marry you. Why did you resist? Besides, you are a millionaire now.
Shanhe, not Ma Xiaoquan, I think even Hua Yue and the others would be able to understand~"
Ma Xiaoquan breathed out: "Okay, I can't refute your words~"
"Okay, I'll stop here. Go, Princess Ting should be waiting for you~"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and reached out to push open the fence door of the other courtyard. The door creaked, breaking the tranquility of the small courtyard.
"Is that you?" Princess Ting's voice came from the boudoir. It was very soft, but it conveyed a majesty that could not be blasphemed.
Ma Xiaoquan hummed: "It's me, I'm here~"
"Don't come in yet..." Princess Ting stopped her in the boudoir.
"Huh? What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Or...what did I do wrong?"
"No, you haven't. I just want to ask you a few questions. I hope you can answer me truthfully..."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Excuse me."
"Well, first question...who the hell are you?"
Ma Xiaoquan did not answer the question directly, but asked first: "Before I answer your question, I want to ask you, your father should have told you more or less my identity, right?"
"Yes, you are not the real Wan Shanhe. Your name is Ma Xiaoquan, right?"
"Yes, I am not the real Wan Shanhe. The real Wan Shanhe has died long ago. I am Ma Xiaoquan. If you ask me who I am, if you can understand, I am the same person as your father...
.But he is my senior."
Ma Xiaoquan's words coincided with what Zhao Yuntai told Princess Ting before. From this point of view, Princess Ting believed that Ma Xiaoquan did not lie.
"Then second question...what are you doing here?"
"What to do?" Ma Xiaoquan exhaled, "Actually, my original intention was not to come here... I also came here by mistake... If you ask me what I am doing here, I just
Can I say, I wonder where I am here..."
In the boudoir, Princess Ting was silent. Maybe she was thinking, or maybe she was not satisfied with Ma Xiaoquan's answer just now.
After a dozen breaths, Princess Ting asked again: "The third question, our marriage is actually a political game, did you know?"
"Of course I know. I didn't do it intentionally to become Wan Shanhe. But after I became Wan Shanhe, I knew my own destiny. I'm afraid I can't help myself to decide."
"Well...then...will you...like me?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly: "Is this the fourth question?"
"So... right..."
"To be honest, I don't know...I can't say for sure that I will like you, but I won't irresponsibly say that we can't have feelings because we are victims of political games.
Everything...just let it go..."
"Let it go...Okay...last question...that woman named Yue'er in your heart, do you love her very much?"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned and asked: "How do you know about her..."
"The last time you went to see your father, she saved you..."
Ma Xiaoquan frowned and quickly called Yuan, who said via voice transmission: "Princess Ting is right, but now is not the time for me to explain it to you in detail."
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and responded to Princess Ting: "To be honest, I don't know...but I will always think of her in my heart and it will not change."
"I really envy her..." In the boudoir, Princess Ting stood up, walked lightly to the window, and stretched out her hand to open the window.
"Let's go..." Princess Ting picked up the red veil and covered it.
Ma Xiaoquan hummed, opened the boudoir door, and welcomed Princess Ting out.
"Well, as usual, I have to carry you out. Princess, come on, jump on my back."
Princess Ting hummed, and under the guidance of Ma Xiaoquan, she jumped up gently.
Ma Xiaoquan reached out and gently hugged Princess Ting's calves, and then walked out step by step.
...
Princess Ting, who was lying on Ma Xiaoquan's back, could clearly feel Ma Xiaoquan's breathing. Although she was not heavy, she was still worried that she would weigh him down and make it difficult for him to breathe.
As for Ma Xiaoquan, because Princess Ting was close to him, he could vaguely feel two soft masses pressing on his back. Unconsciously, Comrade Ma Xiaoquan on his crotch had an unexpected reaction.
The voice of origin rang in my mind: "Did you see that, you pervert, you still said you could bear it?"
Ma Xiaoquan was also very annoyed, but he couldn't help it. Sometimes Comrade Ma Xiaoquan really couldn't control himself very much.
"Princess, I have a request..."
Princess Ting was stunned for a moment and said: "You... just say it..."
"Can you bite me hard, just on the shoulder..."
"Why?" Princess Ting was puzzled.
Ma Xiaoquan couldn't say why, so he could only lie: "My shoulder is itchy, but you can't reach in and help me buckle it, so bite me and the pain will stop itching."
If Princess Ting were a virgin girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, she would really comply with the request, but she was not. With Ma Xiaoquan's request, she immediately thought that she seemed to have inadvertently flirted with him.
"It's not appropriate. This is not good. If someone discovers it, it's unclear. After all, we haven't really gotten married yet..." Princess Ting said while gently straightening up. Ma Xiaoquan felt that his wife
As soon as my back relaxed, the soft feeling between the two balls no longer existed.
"Well, okay~~" Ma Xiaoquan felt a little regretful and helpless. He hoped that Comrade Xiao Ma would behave well when he walked out.
...
At the exit of the trail, a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites were waiting quietly on both sides. The sound of Ma Xiaoquan's footsteps was heard not far away. The official from the Ministry of Rites raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Come out, come out."
Got it~~"
The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette straightened their backs. When Ma Xiaoquan appeared in front of everyone carrying Princess Ting on his back, seven or eight servants immediately carried the prepared support board and gently took Princess Ting off.
According to convention, the bride who has not yet passed the wedding is not allowed to touch the ground. The servants carefully sent Princess Ting, who was stepping on the support board, into the sedan chair. After making sure that there was no problem, they dared to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly wiped the blemishes on their foreheads.
Sweat.
Ma Xiaoquan stood on the right side of the sedan chair, holding a long bamboo pole and a handful of leeks in his hand. Although he didn't understand what the bamboo pole and leeks could do, the rules here were like this. You had to take it even if you didn't want to, and there was no need to discuss it. Later,
Ma Xiaoquan asked Princess Ting why the groom wanted to take bamboo poles and leeks. Princess Ting's explanation was...for a long time. Of course, this is all for another day.
...
The wedding was held in the main hall of the Floating Palace. Before the bride and groom came, hundreds of officials and nobles had already entered the venue and had taken their seats according to their official positions and rankings.
