Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 4 Your Highness, Please Respect Yourself 4
Lan Shuang went up the steps and walked to the gate of the palace. The guards immediately put down their spears to block her with indifferent faces.

Lan Shuang: "I'm the concubine whom your Prince Ming personally greeted, stop me? Do you want to regret the marriage? All right, I'll go back right away."

As she said that, she turned around and left, her movements were crisp and unrestrained.

King Ming, who was pushed by Yu Xiao, frowned slightly. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people who were looking around the corner, and said in a cold voice, "Let her in, no matter how bad it is, she will be my concubine. I will go home on the day of the wedding. Let me go home." Where is the king's face?"

The guards at the door looked at each other, retracted their spears, and bowed their heads to admit their mistakes: "Yes, my princess, please—"

Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows slightly, gave King Ming a meaningful look, then turned around and walked in, as expected of King Ming, he really knows how to act.

King Ming walked up to the steps in a wheelchair, someone immediately set up a plank, and Yu Xiao pushed King Ming onto the plank and slid up the steps.

"Send the princess back to the bridal chamber, and the king will entertain the guests."

"Yes."

Yu Xiao winked at the people following behind, and immediately a servant girl stepped forward, "Princess, please come with your servant girl."

Lan Shuang nodded: "Yes."

He didn't give King Ming a look, he looked extremely indifferent.

King Ming ignored her, and went directly to the front hall. Two large characters were written on their backs—unfamiliar.

The people hiding in the distance to watch the excitement shook their heads, gossiping: "Sure enough, Princess Ming is reluctant to marry, and Prince Ming doesn't like Princess Ming either. In the future, there will be trouble~"

An aunt grabbed a handful of melon seeds in her hand, kowtowed and said, "Bah, what are you talking nonsense about? I see such a beauty as Princess Ming, and the prince spends every day under the same roof. How could he not be tempted?"

"Hey, Aunt Wu, you still don't understand. King Ming's lameness is not limited to two legs. What's the use if he likes it but can't move it? I'm afraid he will get angry the more he looks at it!"

The slutty Street Slipper was full of nasty words, winked at the people around him, and several other men also laughed and booed, the meaning inside was quite obscene.

Aunt Wu kicked him and said, "You donkey's bastard, you can talk nonsense all the time, so many people are listening, so you won't be afraid that it will be heard by the prince, and your dog's head will be chopped off tomorrow!"

Hearing this, the man really changed his expression, remembering King Ming's vicious name, looked at each other, and finally fell silent.

"Even his superiors gave him three points, what are you guys, you dare to talk nonsense? You really don't want to die."

Aunt Wu left cursing.

The others left just to make fun of themselves, and the spies who got in among them also quietly left.

……

Although Prince Ming's wedding was very perfunctory, the bridal chamber looked quite like that.

The dragon and phoenix wedding candles burn quietly, and the orange-yellow light fills the room. It looks warm, and there is still a faint fragrance of pepper in the room.

It was early autumn at this time, although the weather was not cold, but it was cool at night, and the temperature in the room was just right.

Bi Qing helped Lan Shuang to sit down by the bed, and said with a depressed face: "Miss...Princess, can this servant help you untie your hands?"

Lan Shuang looked around and took a panoramic view of the layout of the room, and then said, "No need."

Biqing: "Huh?"

Is it tied up overnight?Isn't this too beastly?

However, she didn't wait for her to turn over the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty and curse again in her heart, when she heard a "stab" and the fabric was torn.

Biqing: "?"

Lan Shuang moved her wrist and neck, and said dissatisfied: "This phoenix crown is too heavy, please help me take it off."

"King, princess, your hand..."

Biqing still didn't recover, Lan Shuang raised her wrist under her surprised gaze: "You mean this?"

Yingying's two white wrists turned slightly red, obviously it was tied too tightly before.

Lan Shuang picked up the broken handkerchief from behind, got up and threw it into the incense burner, "I'm just stronger."

Biqing: "Oh."

She followed Lan Shuang to the vanity mirror, Lan Shuang sat down and looked at her with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, if you come, please be at ease, Ming Wang still doesn't want me to die."

Bi Qing: "..."

Not comforted at all, okay?
She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes flushed: "Princess, you said you ran away, what are you doing here? The servant is not afraid of death, even if the servant is killed, the princess will not be confessed!"

The smile on Lan Shuang's lips faded, she turned from the small stool to look at Biqing, her expression was slightly cold, with warnings in her eyes: "Don't bring up this matter again in the future, now I am Princess Ming, other than that, Everything else has nothing to do with me.”

Bi Qing became anxious: "But the King of Ming is not a good match for the Princess, so are you willing to take care of a notorious lame for the rest of your life?"

Lan Shuang's eyes froze, she glanced over the door, and raised her hand to slap Bi Qing.

There was a loud "snap", but it didn't hurt very much. Lan Shuang used skillful energy.

But even so, Biqing was stunned, and even the heart of the maid who was guarding the door jumped three times.

Bi Qing stared at Lan Shuang in a daze, tears fell uncontrollably, feeling wronged before anyone else.

"princess……"

She called out in disbelief.

Lan Shuang was unmoved, "Kneel down!"

Biqing gritted her teeth, covered her hot face and knelt down straight.

Lan Shuang sat on a chair and looked down at her, her tone was solemn and her face was tense, "Biqing, we grew up together, you regard me as your sister, I know, because I saved you once when I was young, and you never forget If you want to repay me, I will keep it in my heart."

Bi Qing's tears fell faster when she heard this.

Lan Shuang turned her face away, "I brought you back to the British government to let you and me live a happy life, but I didn't expect... No one in the government thinks highly of our master and servant, but it makes you and I look down upon, yes I'm sorry."

"Princess!" Bi Qing couldn't hear this, stepped forward on her knees, hugged Lan Shuang's leg and said, "If the concubine hadn't saved the servant, how could the servant have survived to this day? The servant is so grateful, how can you blame the concubine?"

Lan Shuang closed her eyes, "No, I'm stupid. I was persuaded to run away from marriage before. Not long after I ran out, I was arrested, packed with sacks and straw, and tried to drag me out of the city. If I If you really followed them, the consequences would be disastrous."

Biqing didn't expect the truth to be like this, and was stunned: "How could it be? Then Liu Lang—"

"He was bought by someone, and he approached me on purpose early in the morning." Lan Shuang slowly opened her eyes, the inside was filled with chill, and the cold Biqing shivered.

"If I hadn't reacted in time, pierced the sack with the golden hairpin hidden in my arms and ran out, it would really be over, neither you nor I can survive now!"

She squeezed Biqing's hand tightly, and said in a heavy tone, "So, we have no turning back when we marry the lord. They don't want us to live, so we want to live well in the palace. In the future, don't say that the lord is not good enough for me." If it is, the husband and wife are one, and whoever is humiliated, we will not have a good time."

"Understood?" Lan Shuang emphasized the last three words.

Biqing's heart trembled, and she nodded hurriedly: "Your servant understands!"

(End of this chapter)