Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 222 Alone
After the Qiqiao Banquet, almost half a month later, the Ninth Prince's big wedding ceremony arrived.

Lu Ziyu has been living in a muddle for the past few days, and he no longer gets up early to dress up and eat, and stays sick all day in bed, and he has lost a lot of weight.
She went to bed late at night and woke up early during the day, and stared blankly at the algae well above her head when she woke up.

From this point of view, it is a day.
Even if the maids are trying to hide it, she can still feel that it should be two days since the Ninth Prince married his concubine.

"Luoning." Lu Ziyu struggled to sit up from the bed.

As soon as the words were spoken, Luo Ning hurried into the room.

She opened the door with red eyes, and choked up, "Miss, after all these days, you can say something!"

After finishing speaking, she quickly poured a cup of tea at the table, walked to the couch with tears in her eyes and handed it to Lu Ziyu, "Come on, moisten your throat first."

Lu Ziyu hadn't spoken for a long time, but just after speaking, he pulled his throat so suddenly, the pain was unbearable.

She took the teacup in Luo Ning's hand and poured some into her mouth.

A fishy-sweet taste spread in her mouth.

"Is today the day for the Ninth Prince to marry his concubine?" Lu Ziyu asked casually while holding a teacup, but there was still a trace of pain in his eyes.

Luo Ning froze, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Why did Miss suddenly ask this?" She clapped her hands, pretending to be happy, "The small kitchen made you an osmanthus cake today, and your last The glutinous rice balls you like to eat. The servant girl will take care of you to freshen up first, and after we have finished eating, we can still play leaf cards for a while."

Luo Ning chattered endlessly, but didn't answer Lu Ziyu's words.

She was afraid that if she said it, her young lady would be even more sad
Lu Ziyu couldn't let go, she asked again, "If you don't tell me, I'll go to the street and ask!"

Sadly, Luo Ning took Lu Ziyu's teacup over, sat on the couch and softly comforted her, "I got married today. Miss asked what she was doing, wouldn't it just add to the sadness."

That day Lu Ziyu had a quarrel with Yingsu, and at sunset the next day Ning pushed open the door of Lanyue Pavilion, only to see his young lady leaning against the door crying and passed out.

There were two tear stains on that delicate little face, looking at her so dearly.

The Lu family was afraid of hurting Lu Ziyu's wound, so they pretended to be stupid and coaxed her all day long, not daring to ask her any more details.

Even the maids and servants can no longer discuss this matter.

"Just tell me, so that I can stop thinking about it and give up my mind." Lu Ziyu said in a deep voice.

Luo Ning hesitated for a while, but still gritted his teeth and said yes.

Lu Ziyu's heart twitched violently, and he clutched his obscene clothes with his small hands.

"However, this servant has heard that since the marriage between the Ninth Prince and the lady of the Wang family was settled, none of the betrothal gifts have been delivered." Afraid of hurting Lu Ziyu's heart, Luo Ning hurriedly explained, "Except for the prince The queen added some rewards, and the other nobles in the palace didn't move at all."

She rambled on a lot, most of which were words of comfort to Lu Ziyu.

"The dowry hasn't been delivered yet?" Lu Ziyu was surprised in a hoarse voice.

The most important thing in a Tianjia wedding is the betrothal gift. If the betrothal gift is rich, it is a great honor.

Even if the Ninth Prince hates this marriage, he still has to send some dowry to the Wang family.Now that he is like this, is he unwilling to give half of the face?
Thinking of this, some blood finally appeared on Lu Ziyu's pale face.

At dusk, the wind and rain suddenly rose in the middle of Beijing, and the sky was dark and the ground was dark.
It seems that even God can't stand this marriage.

Osmanthus Lane, Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

Wang Ruofu was wearing a red wedding dress, sitting in front of the dowry in her boudoir.

The lady who painted the makeup smiled flatteringly, "Oh, the girl of the Wang family is really good-looking, if you dress up again today, you will surely please the Ninth Prince."

joy?If they were happy, the betrothal gift might have been delivered long ago.
If she marries in, it would be nice for that prince not to skin him alive!
Wang Ruofu cast a cold glance at the makeup lady, "Ah Ruo, shut up your mouth by rewarding her purse."

The makeup lady laughed a few times, took the purse handed over by A Ruo and hurried out of the room.

She curled her lips and cursed inwardly.

They are all married into the royal family, and they still put on a dirty face, pretending to be something noble.

Mrs. Wang stood behind Wang Ruofu persistently, "Miss Wang, today is your day of great joy. Although this marriage was forced, you have married into the royal family after all, so you should be happy no matter what."

Wang Ruofu sneered, "Where's father?"

Mrs. Wang choked her throat, and explained with a wry smile, "Your father is in the study, so he can't come to see you off to get married. He is also a stubborn person. You made a fuss at the banquet that day, so I guess his anger hasn't subsided yet. It will be fine when you come back."

As he spoke, he picked up the comb to comb Wang Ruofu's hair.

Wang Ruofou frowned, but didn't move away.

Her father really hated her, even when she got married, she didn't want to see her off.
From now on, she will never come back to visit the Wang family.

The filth of more than ten years has finally been shaken off.

The heavy rain outside beat on the eaves.

"This wicked God, why is the day of great joy still such a horrible weather?" Mrs. Wang looked out of the window angrily, then turned to ask the maid beside her, "Is the sedan chair from the Ninth Prince's Mansion not here yet?" ? If you delay it any longer, you will miss the auspicious time!"

The servant girl bit her lip and muttered in a low voice, "Where is the Ninth Prince's Mansion saying that the nobleman has something to do today, so let's send him there by ourselves."

Not to mention the dowry, now even the wedding team is saved?
How could this be a slap in the face of their Wang family, they clearly did not put their Wang family in their eyes!

"Does this Ninth Prince have any manners? For such behavior, I must go to the palace and sue him!" Mrs. Wang put her hands on her waist, panting heavily.

Wang Ruofu stood up abruptly, put the phoenix crown on his head, and randomly put the red hijab on the phoenix crown.

"Let's go, don't miss the auspicious time!" At this point, she must marry into the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Even if she is humiliated again, she must maintain good manners and never be picked out by others.

It was raining continuously, and Wang Ruofu stepped into the red sedan chair by stepping on the rainwater.

When she stepped out of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, she burst into tears.

I thought it would be a relief, but it was so heartbreaking.

The Wang family, I'm afraid she will never go back
The sedan chair drifted away alone in the rain, without drums or music, let alone the voices of the people congratulating them.

When the sedan chair arrived at the gate of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, a group of maids and servants were all drenched and looked extremely embarrassed.

Ah Ruo stepped forward and knocked on the door, and it took a long time before someone opened the door and came out.

It is Fuyun.

He pursed his lips impatiently, and said angrily, "Just carry him in, Your Highness hasn't returned yet!"

Ah Ruo was annoyed, and sternly said, "You boy, how do you talk to the prince and concubine?"

Have you lost your temper before you even got through the door?

Mo Ya leaned against the door coldly holding the sword, "Don't go in? Then the door will be closed!"

Fuyun seemed to be supported by someone, her jaw raised in disdain, and she parroted complacently, "It's closed, it's closed."

Wang Ruofu's hoarse voice came from inside the sedan chair, "Let someone carry it in."

Ah Ruo bit his lip aggrieved and stepped aside.

As soon as the sedan chair entered the Ninth Prince's Mansion, she discovered that there was not a single piece of red silk or satin hanging in the mansion, so there was no joy at all!
Just like the prince and concubine who married in, she is like a dead person
　Let's take a guess, where did Brother Su go? !

　　The imperial concubine has passed the 50w mark, thank the imperial concubine girls for their support all the way! !I love you so much, so today I will give you spoilers in the group hahahaha~

　　
　
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