Pluto's off-line concubine

614 Concubine, three princes get married

Mammy sighed, "A proud man like Mr. Jin must have high vision. Presumably only fairies from the Nine Heavens can fall into his eyes."

Gongshu Guanyu under the hijab was quietly listening to the conversations of the maids and nuns. In fact, this Mr. Jin had been mentioned more than once by Hua Nong and Hua Ying. Every time they mentioned him, there would be something strange in their eyes Although she has never seen this young man before, she thought to herself that being able to become close friends with such an unfathomable man as the Third Prince should not be a simple person, right? At this moment, she is curious about this legendary figure. What's more, she hopes that she will have the opportunity to meet this Mr. Jin for a while in the future.

On this day, Fucheng Palace, the big figures in the whole Luoyang City came, even the emperor and Mr. Fu Gui came to the worship hall, and finally the time came. The third prince in wedding clothes looked more handsome and upright, but no one knew that at this time, he was already a The third prince of the groom's official still hides Manzhu's handkerchief in his arms

"One Worship"

"Second Worship to the Emperor"

"Three Worships to the High Hall"

"Couples pay homage"

"Sent to the Bridal Chamber"[

……

The busy day is finally over. After the toast, the third prince who returned to the wedding room was already very drunk and sent away those dignitaries and nobles who came to make trouble in the bridal chamber. Finally he was relieved. He sat on the chair beside the bed and sighed, " it is finally over"

Gongshu Guanyu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shrank instinctively when she heard someone coming in. Although she knew it was a fake marriage, after all, it was the first time in her life to be a bride, pray to heaven and earth, and enter the bridal chamber, and she was still alone now. How can Yishi make her not nervous?

The third prince, who was seventy percent drunk, seemed to feel the tension of the people around him and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, I won't touch you. You should rest well. I'm leaving now." After finishing speaking, the third prince got up and wanted to leave

On the one hand, Gongshu Guanyu breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, she was somewhat inexplicably disappointed. She hurriedly called him, "Third Prince, you... where are you going? And you...you don't even have a hijab Mother Jiemo said that it is unlucky for a bride to uncover her own head.”

The third prince looked back at her, "I'm going to sleep in the study. As for the hijab, you should take it off yourself. If it's really unlucky, then it's unlucky for me too."

After finishing speaking, the third prince resolutely turned and left.

Gongshu Guanyu, who was sitting alone in the new house, seemed to be empty in an instant. The third prince had no interest in her. Isn't that exactly what she wanted? But at this moment, there was an indescribable sadness in her heart. She already knew that the person he deeply loved was Princess Ninth, his ninth younger sibling, and she also knew that the reason why he wanted to marry her was because of his ninth younger sibling. They were a one-year fake marriage. She knew all of this, but they were really married at this moment She felt a little different towards him. As for what was different, she couldn't tell for a while.

It is said that the third prince who left his new house did not go back to the study. He avoided the eyes of everyone and wandered alone in the remote part of the garden. Unknowingly, he came to the small pavilion where he met Manzhu that day.

The familiar small pavilion is here Manzhu begged him to let Gongshu Guanyu meet her father It was here that he couldn't restrain his feelings It was here that he picked up Manzhu's tearful handkerchief... All this is here occur……

The third prince Liu Shiying took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently stroked the Bianhua on it. The Bianhua gradually turned into a beautiful face of Manzhu. She was smiling at him, she was waving to him...

All of a sudden, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him. The third prince quickly turned around. It turned out that Man Zhu came with his head down. Man Zhu raised his head almost at the same time. "How will you be here"

The atmosphere suddenly felt a little awkward, and after a moment of silence, Man Zhu spoke first, "Shi Yi is in front to accompany the emperor, so I went out for a walk alone. I don't know why I walked here and came here. Third brother, it's not your wedding today." Aren’t you a new house to accompany the bride? What are you doing here?” Manzhu looked at the third prince curiously, only then did he see the handkerchief in the third prince’s hand. Isn’t that her handkerchief? in hand

The third prince put the handkerchief back into his arms. Manzhu didn't know that he was a fake marriage, so he didn't know how to explain to Manzhu that he was not in the new house at the moment.

At this moment, Manzhu remembered what happened in this pavilion that day, her cheeks were slightly stained with a blush, and she became a little unnatural, "So it is like this, third brother, wait a moment, I will order someone to get you some sober up Soup comes”[

"No need," the third prince hurriedly said, "Ninth brother and sister, wait until the third brother has something to ask you."

The third prince's gaffe last time still left Man Zhu with lingering fears, "Third...what do you want to ask, third brother?"

The third prince approached Manzhu, "I heard that you vomited blood yesterday, are you feeling better now?"

"You...how did you know about the third brother?" Manzhu asked in surprise

With the help of Jiu Jin, the third prince grabbed Man Zhu's shoulders and Man Zhu screamed, "Third brother, what are you doing, let me go!"

The third prince ignored Manzhu, he approached Manzhu fearlessly, and carefully looked at every inch of skin on her face. Manzhu closed her eyes tightly in panic. At this moment, she could already feel the third prince's intoxicating breath gliding past her. The third prince looked at it and said, "Third brother Manzhu asked you if you felt itchy in the past few days?"

Suddenly such intimacy made Manzhu instinctively reject her. She broke free from the shackles of the third prince, and the third prince staggered back two steps because of the alcohol.

The third prince finally stood firm and continued, "You haven't answered my question yet, do you feel itchy on your face these days?"

Although Manzhu was a little reluctant to answer, she still asked, "Did Shiyi tell you?"

"Since you say that, it's true... seven-color Rakshasa...really." The third prince frowned while rubbing his temples. It seemed that he had a severe headache.

Manzhu only thought that what he said was drunk, but she couldn't bear to see him suffer, "Third brother, I'll call someone to let them help you go back to rest."

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