Daughter of the prosperous age: Don't pretend to be stupid

Chapter 519 Value and Not Value (10)

Feng Yurongjue's Xuelian is innocent because he can't give Xuelian her own love.

Listening to Xuelian's even breathing, he knew that she was exhausted today and fell asleep when she lay down, so he touched Xuelian's acupuncture points with his backhand, and then got out of bed by himself.

It was already very late, but Feng Yurong was sitting in front of the table alone in a daze, the hidden guards outside were withdrawn one after another, and only the servants patrolled the mansion every half an hour.

Feng Yurong waited until there was no one else outside, then quietly opened the door and walked out. Under the dark night, he went straight to the direction of Hantan Courtyard.

Mo Wushuang thought that he would not be able to sleep, who knew that the heartache would not be able to overcome the exhaustion of two days of sleepless nights, and finally fell into a trance, as if falling asleep, and dreamed of Feng Yurong.

It's just how could he appear in this place where no one cares about on the night of consummation.

Must be dreaming.

Feng Yurong turned over and entered the Hantan Courtyard, walked to the door and gently pushed the door open, the candles in the room were still on, and the wax dripped on the table, like a candle that had taken root.

He walked to the bed and saw that Mo Wushuang had also fallen asleep, so he sat by the bed and looked at Mo Wushuang's sleeping face quietly.

Sitting for two hours, and not going back for fear of being discovered by the guards who changed shifts, he took a last deep look at Mo Wushuang, stretched out his hand to help her pull the brocade quilt, and then quietly backed out, and the room resumed. It was quiet, as if Feng Yurong had never appeared before.

The second question was early in the morning, Mo Wushuang slept until very late and didn't wake up at all. She didn't feel refreshed at all, but instead felt groggy in body and head.

When she opened the door, she saw a few maids watering the flowers in the originally deserted courtyard, and when she saw Mo Wushuang coming out, she hurriedly stopped to say hello to Mo Wushuang.

"Greetings to Auntie," the maids shouted in unison.

Mo Wushuang doesn't like being called Auntie, but because of her status, she can't choose the title.

"Let's all go down," Mo Wushuang waved his hands, and walked out of the yard by himself, wanting to visit the cold pool.

She really had nowhere to go, but she also knew that today was the day to enter the palace to pay respects to the emperor and queen.

As soon as Mo Wushuang left the courtyard, he saw several maids in the courtyard running out.

She grabbed a servant and asked, "What are they doing here?"

The servant knelt down with a plop, shaking like chaff, and stammered, "I'm going to collect the reward money. The princess and the prince have consummated their marriage. The princess is offering a reward to the servant. Anyone who sees it will have a share."

Mo Wushuang's heart sank, his hands loosened, he glanced at the servant who was kneeling and begging for mercy, and said, "Go."

Consummation?
Feng Yurong and Xuelian consummated their marriage?
Mo Wushuang didn't know how she got to the cold pool, she jumped straight down, soaking her whole body in the icy water of the cold pool, the bone-piercing cold bit her skin but couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart.

Xue Lian's yard was crowded with servants receiving rewards.

Everyone has never heard of this rule, but the princess is from southern Xinjiang, maybe it is the custom there, so everyone didn't think much about it.

Xue Lian ordered the servant girl to give a reward, and asked, "Auntie's servants are here too?"

The maid nodded in agreement.

She nodded in satisfaction, and said to the servant girl, "My princess is happy today, and the silver reward will be doubled."

Feng Yurong just went to the study to meet Jun Qingyan, and when he came back, he saw that the courtyard was full of people.

"What time is it, ready to enter the palace," Feng Yurong looked at Xuelian with a slight frown.

This morning, Xuelian cut his finger and dripped it on the Xipa, and he also acquiesced.

(End of this chapter)