Traveling through: I rely on space to raise the sick Wei Wang

Chapter 188 Take him away and fly high

Under family pressure, Yan Xiang married Ouyang Biqian, the granddaughter of Empress Dowager Huiwen three years later.

Ten miles of red makeup, the sound of gongs and drums, eight large sedan chairs are carried, and the bright matchmaker is getting married.

"The auspicious time has come, let's pay homage to the church!"

Following Xi Po's sharp shout, the two newcomers walked to the middle of the room from left to right under the gaze of everyone.Yan Xiang is holding a red water chestnut in his hand, and on the other end of the red water chestnut is his fiancée whom he has never met.

The voice of "one bow to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall" sounded, and Yan Xiang bowed his knees like a puppet without self, but when he shouted "husband and wife worship each other", he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong with the bridegroom officer, why are you standing there?"

"I heard that Mr. Yan has always disagreed with this marriage. It is said that he already has a sweetheart, and he reluctantly agreed under the pressure of Zhongyonghou."

"Then he won't regret the marriage, right? If that's the case, what should Miss Ouyang do? She must feel ashamed and want to commit suicide."

"I don't know, let's see."

"..."

Listening to the whispers in his ears, Yan Xiang finally came back to his senses. He followed Xi Po's instruction to finish the couplet salute, but his heart couldn't calm down no matter what.

Long Huai had something on his mind to drink away his worries, while Yan Xiang left the bride in the bridal chamber to find Long Huai secretly.

"Why did you come here?"

"Marquis Zhongyong has done a lot for this prince over the years. Now that his son is getting married, I naturally want to come to congratulate him in person." After finishing speaking, Long Huai poured another glass of wine and drank it down with his head raised. .

Hearing the faint sarcasm in his words, especially when he deliberately emphasized the word "son", Yan Xiang understood that he was blaming himself for being dishonest.

"No matter what, now I have married the second lady of the Executive Governor's Mansion. What happened before was my fault. I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words fell, the blue ceramic wine glass tightly held in Long Huai's hand was thrown to the ground hard, and it was instantly torn apart.

Long Huai stepped forward and grabbed Yan Xiang's collar: "Apologize? You're playing with my prince's feelings and thinking that a word of sorry can make up for it?"

"I'm sorry..." Yan Xiang met Shang Longhuai's eyes, and he didn't know what else to say besides saying sorry.

"You bastard!"

"Boom!" A thick punch landed on Yan Xiang's face.

"I was thinking of waiting for the border war to subside, then I would find a reason to ask my father to remove my rank in the army, and then find a place where there are no people to spend this life hand in hand with you..."

Yan Xiang was startled when he heard the words, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"But you turned around and married Ouyang Biqian as your wife. Just now you told me that you and her were married, and advised me to let go of the past. Yan Xiang, what do you mean by being a prince? You are doing me a favor. ?"

He admitted that when he learned that Yan Xiang was a man like himself, he couldn't accept it in his heart, so he sneaked away while Yan Xiang was still asleep, but in the days that followed, Yan Xiang always flashed inexplicably in his mind. The detailed figure, day after day, year after year, this kind of longing becomes more and more painful and uncontrollable.

Later he figured out that he loves this person and has nothing to do with everything.

He wants to take Yan Xiang with him and fly far away.

"So you, the tenth prince... I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Long Huai let go of Yan Xiang, turned his back and stopped looking at him: "Oh, what's the use of saying this now, now that you have a family, even if I have feelings for you, you still have feelings for the prince , so what?"

After hearing this, Yan Xiang plucked up the courage to run forward and hugged Long Huai's waist, her soft face pressed against his broad and strong back: "No, as long as you want, I will still be your Xiang'er, from three years ago From that day on, I'm already yours, aren't I?"

"My Xiang'er..." Long Huai repeated carefully.

"Yes, I'm Xiang'er, and I'm your Xiang'er, your own Xiang'er."

"Xiang'er." Long Huai's sad heart was a little moved, he took Yan Xiang's hand and turned to look at him, his peach blossom eyes were full of affection.

Later Yan Xiang realized that they should have a child.

So Ouyang Biqian became a tool for them to give birth, and soon, within half a year, Ouyang Biqian was taken out of her pulse.

Conceived in October, and once she gave birth, the day Ouyang Biqian gave birth was always overcast and it rained heavily.

"Young Madam, if you try harder, you've already seen the end, and the child will come out soon!"

"Ugh!" Ouyang Biqian was lying on the bed, clutching the sheet with both hands and gnashing her teeth, her pale face was covered with cold sweat.

"Wow wow wow..."

An hour later, the baby was born smoothly, and Mrs. Wen happily carried the baby in her arms and went out to announce the good news.

"Congratulations, young master, you are a man with a handle."

Yan Xiang embraced the child happily, with a gentle smile on his face, and then he asked again: "Where is Young Madam, how is she?"

"Young Madam, she... is in a critical situation."

Ouyang Biqian gave birth for the first time. The fetus was too large and there were signs of dystocia. The baby came out smoothly, but she encountered heavy bleeding, and the blood gushing out of the lower body could not be stopped.

The smile on Yan Xiang's face slowly disappeared when he heard the words, he looked at the baby in his arms and then at Ouyang Biqian who was silent in the delivery room, an evil thought emerged from his heart...

His eyes were sinister and evil, and when Po Wen saw his expression, she felt a tingle in her back, and she quickly said: "But please rest assured, the old lady inside is very powerful, and the young lady should be fine."

"Then young master, you take the child to the greenhouse to stay, and the old slave goes in and continues to work."

"and many more."

Granny Wen paused: "What else do you want, Master?"

Yan Xiang looked around with the child in his arms, and after making sure that there was no one around, he took the purse from his waist and stuffed it into Granny Wen's hand.

Wen Po was surprised: "Master, this is..."

"This young master wants the people inside to die of dystocia, do you understand?"

Wen Po was surprised again: "This..."

"I can promise you that after the matter is completed, I will pay ten times more money."

Wen Po weighed the weight of the purse secretly, and it was so heavy that it made a clanging sound.

"Boom--"

Money makes ghosts grind, and with a muffled thunder in the sky, Ouyang Biqian's eyes filled with hatred, and she died.

When she died, she was holding tightly the nine-feathered phoenix hairpin given to her by the Queen Mother Huiwen in her hand. The sharp end of the hairpin was dripping with blood, which was left by her stabbing Po Wen when she was struggling to resist.

(End of this chapter)