Concubine God

Chapter 37

Not liking to see him frowning, Murong Zijing stretched out her small hands to gently smooth the wrinkles between his brows, and comforted him: "No matter what happens, I will come here, there is nothing you can't do, so, Don't worry, I don't like to see you frown."

"Baby..." Gently wrapping her around her and stroking the catkin between his brows, Long Aoxuan warmed his heart for her words, softened his feelings, and secretly decided that no matter how dark Shenglong's political and court struggles will be in the future, He must do his best to protect his doll, and never let her suffer any harm or pollution!

"Okay, I'm fine. Let's go out to swim in the lake. Don't let other people and things affect your mood. In a few days, you will be the most beautiful and happiest bride." With her little hand, Long Aolin took Murong Zijing and turned around and walked out of the gazebo. In the drizzle, he held up an umbrella for her, guarding her carefully...

Seeing that the day after tomorrow is the wedding day, the palace has long been decorated with red silk, red lanterns, and the Chinese character "Xi" which symbolizes auspiciousness and festivities. The wedding between Princess Xiangrui and Prince Xuanyuan of the Holy Dragon Kingdom was busy and celebrated, and the bedroom and palace where the two lived had already been overwhelmed by all kinds of congratulatory gifts. Things were dizzying, especially Long Ming, who was in charge of receiving Murong Zijing's dowry in the palace, was even more amazed at the generous spending of the Murong royal family, which could even be said to be extravagant.

However, all of this is out of the scope of Murong Zijing and Long Aoxuan's attention.According to the regulations in the palace, the newlyweds are not allowed to see the groom three days before the wedding, so the two who originally met every day have been suffering from lovesickness since yesterday.

In the palace where the veils, carpets, curtains, and even the tables and chairs have been replaced with red, Murong Zijing is wearing a lavender palace attire, leaning on the carved window railing, watching the unchanging flowers and plants in the garden outside the window, And the colorful butterfly that had already flown back and forth countless times sighed softly.

"Alas..." Her husband, we won't be able to meet until the day after tomorrow... Murong Zijing's usually bright starry eyes are stained with a touch of sadness.

"Alas..." Suddenly, a woman's sigh came from beside her, Murong Zijing slightly turned her head, it turned out that it was Yushuang who was holding tea.

"Why are you sighing?" Murong Zijing asked puzzled.

"I sigh because you have been sighing since yesterday..." Yushuang looked at her sadly, and put the tea in her hand on the table next to the window.

"How many times have I sighed since yesterday?" Murong Zijing asked boredly while supporting her round baby face with her small hands.

"I can't count the number of times this time..." Yushuang deeply felt that people who are in love are fools, otherwise why would they ask such silly questions!

"Yushuang... Tell me, will Xuan come to me regardless of the palace rules?" Murong Zijing looked at the blue sky outside the window, and seemed to be able to see the tall and straight figure of Long Aoxuan in the distance through layers of white clouds.

"..." A drop of cold sweat slid down Yushuang's forehead, and she refused to comment. At the same time, she was glad that she followed her master's orders a few days ago, and she didn't suffer a few days of crimes...

Murong Zijing didn't care about Yushuang's ignorance, but turned back and continued to lean against the window rail in a daze.But this time, before Murong Zijing could fall into her own thoughts, she heard the announcement from the palace servant at the door——

"Miss Wen is here!"

Raising her eyebrows, Murong Zijing looked at Yushuang, the two found the same doubt in each other's eyes, what is she doing here?With a wink, Murong Zijing signaled Yushuang to leave first, Yushuang nodded, and retreated knowingly.

"Court lady Wen Jing sees Your Highness the Princess, Your Highness is a thousand years old." Wen Jing took her personal maid, twisting her willow waist, and walked up slowly and gracefully, paying respects to Murong Zijing in a tender voice.

"Sister Wen, please get up." Murong Zijing smiled gently, and stepped forward to help Wen Jing up, but instead of getting up, she knelt down on her knees with a bang, and looked at Murong with a sad face and begging Amethyst has a small face of astonishment.

"Sister Wen, what are you doing?" This, why is it so like a scene from a certain soap opera... Murong Zijing suddenly felt an ominous premonition——

"His Royal Highness, Wen Jing has been deeply in love with Prince Xuanyuan since she was a child, and the prince has always been gentle and considerate to Jing'er. Although the prince also has a good impression of His Highness, he still can't let Jing'er go. Jing'er doesn't want to make things difficult for the Prince, so I can't help but ask His Highness today, please grant me and the prince. Jing'er doesn't ask much. I just want to be a little concubine by the prince's side and serve the prince and the princess. I hope that your highness will be fulfilled..." Wen Jing kept wiping the falling tears with a handkerchief as she choked up. , looks so pitiful that people can't help but feel pity when they see it, but Murong Zijing is not among them.

"Sister Wen...you...you get up first and then talk..." With a sad and helpless face half covering her pink cheeks, Murong Zijing's baby voice seemed to have a little more nasal.

"Your Highness, do you disagree? No, if... If you don't agree to Jing'er, Jing'er, you won't get up!" Wen Jing's face was firm, but she seemed to be slightly ashamed as she lowered her head slightly, drooping her eyelids Covering the smile in her eyes.

And the maid next to her also knelt on the ground with a sudden plop like she was singing a double reed, and begged with a face full of impatience: "I beg Your Royal Highness to help my lady!" After finishing speaking, she kept knocking on the ground. Bang, boom, boom, knocking on people's hearts.

"Hey, don't be like this, let's talk after getting up first..." The little maid on the ground kowtowed her head with tears in her eyes, biting her lower lip tightly with her small white teeth and enduring the pain, even her forehead was already bleeding. Didn't even dare to cry out.Such a scene made Murong Zijing frowned, a stern look of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes, but on the surface she still looked embarrassed and sad.

"Princess, I beg you, servant girl, please promise my lady!" the maid pleaded with tears all over her face.

(End of this chapter)