Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 771

The time of marriage is getting closer.

Mo Xiaowan spent almost all of his time on the countdown, the closer he got to that day, the harder his heart beat.

Excited, apprehensive, uneasy, excited, all kinds of emotions mixed together, the heart is very disturbed.

Especially three days before the big wedding, when she wakes up early in the morning, she feels that her heart is not like hers, there must be a little fairy playing tricks inside
, Colliding indiscriminately.

When Fengyue was hairpinning Mo Xiaowan, she saw her clutching her chest, her face turned pale, and she asked with concern.

"Miss is sick? This servant is going to call Qing Dai to take a pulse."

"No, no, I just have insomnia."

Mo Xiaowan muttered weakly, "I'm so nervous!"

puff!
Fengyue covered her mouth and snickered: "The little princess and our master are very familiar with the road. They have slept together for three years. They are old married couples. Why are you so nervous?"

"Fengyue, I will tear your mouth apart."

When Mo Xiaowan turned around like this, Fengyue wanted to pull up her hair again, but in this way, it all fell apart, shining brightly, hanging down like a black braid.

She chased after Fengyue for a while, and sure enough, her pounding heart calmed down a little, and when she saw herself in the bronze mirror, the blood returned to her face.

Just as she was about to resume her hairpin, Su Yi came in to report.

"Little Wangfei, there are distinguished guests waiting at the gate of Yafeng Garden."

"Is it Qin Xuanyan again?"

Mo Xiaowan impatiently waved Su Yi away: "Go, go, go, just tell me, little princess, I don't have time to see her today, I'm busy trying on wedding dresses."

"It's really annoying. I stay at the gate of Yafengyuan all day long, either to annoy Miss Ben, or to squat like a dog, waiting to bump into my uncle..."

She babbled dissatisfiedly, and Su Yi waited until she had finished speaking before interrupting her.

"Little Wangfei, the Crown Princess and Miss Lin Fu are here."

"Ah, ah, ah, Aqian and Xiaoxiao are here."

Mo Xiaowan jumped up excitedly, and didn't care about the hairpin: "Go, invite people to the Xifeng Pavilion."

When Su Yi led Zhang Bingqian and Lin Xiaoxiao across Fenglin and appeared on the path of Xifengting, Mo Xiaowan, with disheveled hair, rushed over laughingly.

"Ah, ah, I miss you so much!"

"Really, I want to be the eighth princess, and I'm still so casual."

As soon as Mo Xiaowan rushed over, Zhang Bingqian, who was tightly embraced by her, gave her a glance, and then looked helplessly at Fengyue who was waiting aside with a comb and a bun.

"Give me the comb and bun, she's about to get married, I'll tie her hair for her."

The three girls entered the pavilion, Zhang Bingqian tied Mo Xiaowan's hair, and Lin Xiaoxiao leaned on the railing of the pavilion sullenly, watching her without blinking.

"Xiaoxiao, why don't you speak?"

Mo Xiaowan was very strange: "Who was bullied?"

"No la!"

Lin Xiaoxiao was very sad: "Xiaowan, you said you want to marry Ayi, how can you marry the Eighth King? The Eighth King is a bit old, and my Ayi is young and talented..."

"You reckless bastard!"

Zhang Bingqian stomped her feet anxiously, and looked around: "Shut up, Xiaoxiao, this is the territory of the Eight Kings."

"Hmph, what are you afraid of?"

Lin Xiaoxiao said confidently: "I heard that in the Marquis of Weiyuan, the small bowl was promised to my family, Ayi, and it was the Eighth Prince who snatched her back to the palace."

Mo Xiaowan was speechless!

How can anyone still rush to marry a wife for their husband.

This Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't use ordinary people's brain circuits to speculate on her.

Maybe she hasn't matured yet, and she doesn't know that the one she loves should not share it with others?
On the eldest princess's birthday, she chased her with a whip to beat her, but she was not full of jealousy. Now that she has kindred spirits, come on, she wants to poach her uncle's corner.

(End of this chapter)