The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Since Huang Fulian can trust her so much and entrust her with such an important matter as getting married, this girl is not easy.

Moreover, when he looked at the figure of that maid, he always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

It seems that she looks like someone.

How is this going?

Xiahou Fengli's mood was stirred, and he was about to lift the curtain, go out and see, who is that maidservant?

Unexpectedly, he had just grasped the curtain, and before he had time to lift it, the door that had been closed just now was pushed open with a "squeak", and a few maids came in with food in their hands, and placed them on the round table in the room.

Xiahou Fengli withdrew his hand, dodged again, and hid in the curtain, leaving a thin slit to observe the situation outside.

After the maids put down the food and drinks, most of them withdrew one after another, leaving two of them standing silently on both sides of the bed.

It is not difficult to knock them unconscious at the same time

It's just that he didn't want to make a fuss about it.

Today, he hid here again like Xiao Xiao, to see what Huang Fulian wanted to do.

I didn't come here to see the bride's appearance.

Xiahou Fengli sighed silently, stepped back silently, and gave up the idea of ​​wanting to see the bride's true face.

The wedding room was quiet.

Except for a few shallow breaths, and the occasional "sizzling" sound from the red candle on the table, there is nothing else.