The emperor's first-class concubine

Chapter 1 Two Weddings
Wearing a bright red hijab, Mu Qianxue was patient, sitting dignifiedly and gracefully on the wedding bed.

It wasn't until Xi Po and the maids all retreated, the door was closed, and the sound of everyone's footsteps gradually faded away, that she swiftly and cleverly removed the obstacle that obstructed sight and breathing.

The clear eyes turned nimbly, and took a full look at the furnishings of this room.

In a small room, there are simply a few happy words pasted up, and two dragon, phoenix and red candles are placed.It can be seen how unpopular she is as a bride.

Why can't she escape the fate of being married no matter which time and space she is in?
There was a faint smile of unknown meaning on the delicate red lips, and my thoughts drifted back to three days ago before I knew it...

That day, the sky garden, which was already so beautiful, became even more beautiful after being deliberately and meticulously arranged.

On that day, in this hanging garden full of fragrant flowers, a grand wedding was held.

The sound of melodious and classical music seemed to really ring in my ears, and Mu Qianxue seemed to be a bystander detached from the world at this time.

She watched, accompanied by two petite and lovely flower girls, from the flower gate, along the solemn red carpet, slowly walking towards the groom.

She was whiter than snow, and her exquisite figure was wrapped in a noble and elegant wedding dress, and her carefully crafted makeup made her already beautiful face even more beautiful and charming.

She watched, the beautiful bride stared fixedly, beside the pastor, the man with a gentle smile on his face, the groom.

That, in Nancheng, you can turn your hands into clouds, and your hands into rain; that man with a strong aristocratic atmosphere, tall and straight, handsome man; that man that countless women are eager to win his favor.

As she watched, Mu Qianfan smiled gently and elegantly. She could even clearly see the gentle look in Mu Qianfan's eyes, but it was not like the excitement and joy that ordinary men should show on their wedding day.

As she watched, all the guests who came to watch the ceremony cast envious or jealous eyes on Mu Qianxue, who was wearing a white gauze, this lucky woman, except for one...

The woman sitting in the front row, the most prominent position.

The woman's waist was straighter, deliberately showing her slightly raised belly, and she stroked it lightly from time to time.On the delicate snow-white face, the look in those brown eyes revealed complete contempt and ridicule...

Mu Qianxue's soft and beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her small white hands were clenched empty-handed, and she was beating the stuffy part of her chest in a moderate manner.

Once, once, again and again...

My heart doesn't hurt.

It's just stuffy and stuffy...

Her life, her name, everything about her was given by Mu Qianfan, if it wasn't for him when he was little, how could she be what she is today?
Therefore, she has no right to care about anything.

Withdrawing a little melancholy, Mu Qianxue tugged at the ill-fitting wedding dress, walked quickly to the round table, glanced at the pair of small wine glasses tied together by a red string, frowned slightly, and turned to the side On the coffee table, I poured myself a cup of tea.

The tea, already cold, is not good to drink.

However, this coolness has diluted some of the gloom in my heart.

She didn't want to think about it, nor was she bothered to think about it.

The subsequent explosion not only destroyed the wedding completely, but also made her travel directly to this place.

(End of this chapter)