I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 2
Northern Ming Dynasty.

The octagonal red lacquer palace lantern hanging in front of the gate of Guhong Palace has been used for a long time, and its color has faded. It dimly illuminates the green tiles and vermilion walls outside. Compared with the splendid Beiming Palace, it looks a bit desolate and deserted.

The Ninth Prince's Guhong Palace has always been compared to a cold palace, and it is the quietest place on weekdays, but at this moment, there is a shrill voice coming from it: "The king's will has been brought, His Highness Ninth Prince, just do the marriage with peace of mind. The miscellaneous family will leave first."

"Let's go." After finishing speaking, the chief executive who delivered the decree did not wait for a response, snorted in a contemptuous tone, shook the whisk in his hand, and quickly left the Guhong Palace with a few young eunuchs behind him.

The disgust in the action is not concealed at all, it seems that if you stay for a while, you will be infected with bad luck.

Quan Juan held a marriage decree in his right hand. His skin, which had not been exposed to light for many years, was pale and even a little transparent. He stared down at the dark lines on the decree, unable to tell what he was thinking.

The little eunuch Li Qiu went to stand behind Quan Juan and looked against the light, only to see the blue blood vessels on the back of Quan Juan's hand slightly protruding due to the force.

His master has never been the kind of person who shows his emotions. Even though he has been by his side for so many years, there are many times when he can't see through his master.

But at this moment, he clearly felt the anger of his master.It was the kind of anger that was suppressed to the extreme and still couldn't be hidden.

After standing silently with him for a long time, Li Qiu walked over lightly, bowed and stood behind Quan Juan, and said in a low voice: "Master, you have been standing here for a long time, it's cold , let's go back to the palace."

Quan Yu stood against the light, with a straight back and a slender figure. A red rope as thick as a baby's little finger was faintly exposed from his left wrist hanging by his side. Fat white, the halo is slightly yellowed under the sun, and the surface is not smooth, as if carved with something.

Hearing this, Quan Juan laughed out loud, and slowly turned around.

He is half of Hu people's blood, born with deep eyes and high nose. If you look carefully, you will find that his two eyes are of different colors, and the natural pupils are hard to move away.

Qiu Qu Yesheng is beautiful, but she is more feminine.

After so many years of serving by Quan Yu's side, Qiu has no one who knows Quan Yu better than him, but at this moment he is puzzled: "Such a big thing happened, and the master is clearly angry, how can he laugh instead?" gone?"

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest." Throwing the imperial decree in his hand to Qiu Qu, Quan Juan laughed at himself, "Qiu Qu, I just want to live."

He wants to live, and nothing else matters for now.

Qiu Qu was taken aback for a moment, then said silently: "The servant understands."

"It's good to understand," Quan Juan's tone was flat, "Since we are going to Qianqiu, let's find out what kind of person Qianqiu is."

"Yes," Qiu Qu replied, and couldn't help but say again, "No matter what kind of temperament that Qianqiu empress is, she is still a woman, and it can't be a big deal if you think about it."

In this world, there has never been a female emperor, so Qianqiu is also absurd.

There was a gloomy light in Quan Juan's eyes, and the corner of his thin mouth curved into an arc: "If the Empress Qianqiu has no ability, she will not sit firmly as the crown prince for so many years. If she is careless at this time, I am afraid that a guest death will be staged." It's a foreign land."

"Master..." Qiu Qu took a deep breath and came to his senses: "If Beiming fights Qianqiu again, then there is no way for Master to retreat in Qianqiu. The tiger's poison will not eat its children. The king is... ...to...to..."

Qiu Qu seemed to be choked up in his throat, and he couldn't speak any more.

Quan Jue gave him a sideways look, and said coldly, "If you don't take care of your mouth, you don't want your head now."

"The slave is outspoken, he should be beaten," Qiu Qu slapped himself, and said unwillingly, "But the slave is really... really aggrieved for the master, and I can't swallow this breath."

"So what if you can't swallow it?" Twirling his pale fingertips, Quan Juan's voice suddenly carried a hint of a smile, "What's so strange, although tiger poison doesn't eat its eggs, people can eat their eggs when they are hungry. Since ancient times Father and son in the royal family are like monarchs and ministers, so I, who has a mysterious life experience, am not the thorn in the monarch's side?"

He has long experienced how cold the Beiming monarch is.

"...The slave made a slip of the tongue."

"You go, I'm a little tired." After a moment of silence, he whispered to Qiu Qu, with a trace of tiredness in his voice.

"Yes." Qiu Qu bowed and bowed, watched Quan Cong enter the main hall, and then backed out holding the imperial decree.
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After the Beiming and Qianqiu envoys got together to discuss, they set an auspicious date suitable for the wedding, and there was only a few months of preparation time left.

The marriage between the two countries is very important, but there is not enough time, and both countries are busy with this matter.

No matter how dissatisfied Su Tian is, the marriage is still going on in an orderly manner.

"Your Highness, the wedding dress has come out. You can try it out to see if it fits, so that the Clothing Bureau can take it and modify it as soon as possible." said Jiu Lixiang, the maid of honor beside Su Tian.

The affairs of the Changle Palace are generally managed by the internal servant Winter Solstice, and Jiu Lixiang, as an inner court lady, is in charge of some chores of sleeping, clothing and food. She also has two big court ladies, Li Cao and Mu Jin.

While speaking, behind Jiulixiang, the maids holding trays were lined up in the hall. Inside the tray was a set of phoenix crowns and xiapei, a bright red color, very bright.

"Take it away, take it away." Su Tian lost her temper and refused to look at it.

"Please Your Highness, just give it a try. It's time to get married soon. The clothes don't fit well and have to be repaired by the Fashion Bureau." Jiu Lixiang took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the table. While persuading the water stains, "I heard that the car of the future son-in-law is already on the way, and the king sent General He to the border to meet him."

Hearing this, Su Tian suddenly choked and coughed a few times.

so fast? -
At the beginning of March, Beiming and his entourage arrived at Qianqiu King's Capital safely. The prime minister led people to welcome them at the city gate, and sent them all the way to the post house. They held a banquet in the palace that night, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

In early April, the big wedding came as scheduled.

After the Ministry of Rites of the two countries got together to discuss, they still decided not to stick to trivial matters, and the Empress Dowager Qianqiu led the imperial guards from the palace to welcome the consort from the post house and return to Changle Palace.

After all, they will all live in the palace in the future, and the princess cannot be allowed to marry from the palace to the post station.

On that day, the long streets and alleys were very lively with gongs and drums beating. Three thousand imperial guards cleared the way in two columns, and a group of people came out of the East Palace and went straight to the post house in Wangcheng.

Su Tian is riding a dark red tall horse, her blue hair is fixed with a phoenix crown and gold hairpin inlaid with bright jewels, and a section of brightly colored satin red flower is on her wrist. Behind her is the mighty forbidden The guard of honor formed by the guards is all festive red as far as the eye can see.

After all, it was the prince's wedding, and the form was very grand.

(End of this chapter)