Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 777

In fact, Mo Qianlang had also discussed with the Eight Kings, starting from the suburban villa, and then beating gongs and drums all the way to marry into the Eight Kings' Mansion.

But the eight kings were not willing to part with that stupid girl for a moment, saying that there was no need to stick to these red tapes.

Now that this matter is brought up by the queen mother, it is indeed not so honorable to say it despite the crowd.

Because of the Queen Mother's words, all the guests in the hall were in an uproar, and then the music stopped for a few breaths before continuing again.

Mo Xiaowan suppressed a burst of anger, and trembled, Xuanyuanchen held her hand, and immediately scratched her palm lightly.

Immediately afterwards, a clear voice, like the sounds of heaven, slowly rang in her ears.

"This king didn't go to the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion to make an appointment, so naturally he didn't mention it as a marriage."

The words of the eight kings are undoubtedly like throwing a stone into the lake, causing ripples. The guests were just in an uproar before, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Now the situation is out of control and whispers are starting to flow.

"Sure enough, she is the concubine who is not favored by the Hou family. She just got married without a dowry."

"Yeah, it's her luck, the Hou Mansion has lost."

I don't know if someone instigated it, the hall was a bit chaotic, if it wasn't for Ling'er pulling Mo Qianlang, he would have exploded in anger, secretly hated himself for not thinking carefully, and making the stupid girl look down upon.

Mo Xiaowan felt cold at this moment, why did his uncle say such a sentence?

It's not that the more you explain, the more chaotic.

The empress dowager, who was waiting for Xuanyuanchen to kneel down, had a glimmer of complacency in her eyes, and she seemed to have unintentionally glanced at the emperor beside her.

Nangong Ling, who was watching the ceremony standing beside the emperor, saw that the momentum was not right, and under the instruction of the second prince, laughed and chanted in the emperor's ear.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, don't let the eighth king and the princess miss the auspicious day."

The emperor was somewhat afraid of the queen mother, but there was a beauty whispering in his ear, and Long Wei was shocked.

"The auspicious time has come, let's get married!"

"Brother Huang, don't worry."

When the commotion around was enough, Xuanyuanchen said with a cold face: "The Marquis of Weiyuan is not worthy of my prince's betrothal, but this prince has already given the betrothal gift to the little princess."

what?
What bride price?
The queen mother was surprised, and the emperor and all the guests were even more curious.

Mo Xiaowan's cold heart warmed up again, and she knew that his uncle would never wrong her.

There must be another trick.

She is covering her head now, and she doesn't know what he is doing when he pulls her hand away for a while?
But all the guests could see that Mo Xiaowan Xuezang's deed had fallen into Xuanyuanchen's sleeve at some point.

At this time, in front of all the guests, in front of the emperor and queen mother above him, he slowly unfolded the inconspicuous page of the contract, and a gentle smile overflowed his usually cold face.

"This king has been hired three years ago, and the dowry is on this page of the contract."

Xuanyuanchen looked at the second prince, Xuanyuanshang, who was at the side: "This page of the deed was signed by the king himself with his handprint. The second emperor's nephew might as well read it to the queen mother and all the guests for the king."

Xuanyuan Shang accepted the deed, and the auditorium was completely silent, waiting for Xuanyuan Shang to read it out.

When he saw the words on it, he couldn't laugh or cry, but because Uncle Huang was staring at him, he couldn't read it out loud.

"Xuanyuanchen voluntarily sold himself to Mo Xiaowan as his husband. He was born as Mo Xiaowan's man and died as Mo Xiaowan's ghost. Let this be a proof and you must not go back on your word..."

As Xuanyuan Shang read out every single word, the face of the small ink bowl under the red hijab was already red.

When did he secretly hide the deed on his body?

(End of this chapter)