National Beauty

In front of the main entrance of the Royal Palace of Chu, a pair of red firecrackers hung up high had not been finished, so the newcomers could not enter the door for the time being.

The male guests were jammed there to watch the excitement. Song Jianing’s little girls hid in the corner of the corridor and couldn’t see anything at all. Princess Duanhui was arbitrarily used to it. She was the first to sneak out to see it. She took the lead. , Yunfang and three other half-elder girls around ten years old looked at each other, and they all ran out immediately.

Song Jianing held the pillars with her small hands, hesitated for a moment, and finally retracted her feet.

She didn't dare to go, just watch it here, how much can you see, the door is full of big officials in the capital, what if you accidentally step on it?

Holding on to the pillars, Song Jianing stood on tiptoe as much as possible, crowded with people. Song Jianing saw her stepfather standing out of the crowd, standing among the officials on the left with a smile on his face. Song Jianing subconsciously looked for the shadows of other acquaintances, and suddenly recognized a handsome profile face, which was blocked by the shadow in an instant.

Song Jianing thought of the sound of carriages heard in the morning, and then looked at the excitement at the door. Song Jianing was a little curious about King Shou's mood at this time. In addition to being happy for King Chu, it was probably a bit sour, right? His father didn't give him a marriage, so he could only watch the brothers in the dressing gown and the bridal chamber.

Thinking wildly, the firecrackers were finally finished, and after a roar of noise, the crowd in front of the door suddenly retreated to the sides like a tide, giving way to a large open space. Song Jianing's eyes lit up, and his whole body was attached to the porch, only poking out his head to take a peek. King Chu walked in first with the bride. King Chu had a good appearance. Today, he was dressed in a bright red robe, suave, and smiled at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The bride covered her head and walked very slowly, with a swaying posture.

Song Jianing stared at the bride blankly. She hadn't seen Feng Zheng for a year since the last year's goodbye. I wonder if Sister Feng remembers her. Just thinking about it, several figures appeared in the field of vision. The second prince Rui Wang followed a strange man and walked on the left side. On the right were the Shou Wang and the Fourth Prince without any concubines.

Song Jianing's gaze was fixed on King Shou. Although the two lived next door, the last time they met was last year's Winter Moon. A hundred days later in the blink of an eye, King Shou seems to have grown a bit taller. At the age of seventeen, the greenness on his face is getting lighter and lighter, and the sharp eyebrows gradually have a sharp aura, more like the previous life Song Jianing. The high emperor seen in the palace.

Seeing attentively, the other party suddenly looked towards her.

Song Jianing's heart tightened, she immediately retracted her head, her heart pounding, she dared not watch the excitement anymore, and led Jin Gui back to the backyard quickly. Behind the king of Chu and the princess, Zhao Heng walked forward slowly, but his eyes were attracted by the red of begonia under the eaves of the gallery diagonally opposite. The fat girl retreated too fast, he didn't see his face clearly, but Zhao Heng knew that she was the little girl wearing the Haitang red jacket who ran away quickly.

The petite figure disappeared, Zhao Heng withdrew his gaze, looking at the brother and the princess's sister-in-law who were walking in the front, Zhao Heng suddenly wanted to know, the fat girl sneaked up to see the prince welcoming his relatives, or wanted to take a look at him?

At a young age, his actions are always intriguing.

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After worshiping heaven and earth, the newlyweds are about to enter the bridal chamber. The male guests stopped, and the king of Chu took the bride to the new house in the backyard.

The female relatives were waiting in the courtyard as early as, and they all saluted, and the king of Chu laughed loudly: "No gift."

The atmosphere became relaxed again. After the prince and concubine entered, Song Jianing helped the wife walk in without any haste, and stood still, and Song Jianing stared at the bride expectantly.

Under his hijab, Feng Zheng sweated his palms nervously. Looking at the shirt of the man in front of him, Feng Zheng couldn't tell how he felt in his heart. Before the Shangsi Festival last year, she never thought that one day she would be favored by a prince. In the palace draft, she could not hide from her boudoir, but Feng Zheng did not think she could become a princess until the imperial decree came. The emperor gave her a marriage to the king of Chu.

Feng Zheng knew that King Chu really liked her, and he liked to marry her as a princess. However, the two had only lived together for a short period of an hour, and they said only a handful of things. King Chu didn’t even know what she was. Such a girl, thinking about it, the only thing King Chu really likes is her face.

Feng Zheng couldn't be happy at all. If King Chu likes her face today, if he meets something more beautiful tomorrow, he will definitely be easily tempted. Feng Zheng wanted to marry a man who was single-minded and devoted to her. He didn't want to be rich, but only wanted to live a stable life and grow old. Now marrying the king of Chu as the princess, waiting for her, is destined to be a yard Yingying Yanyan, intrigue and fight for favor.

The moment the hijab was lifted, Feng Zheng's heart was as dead, and he had to put a layer of rouge on his face, otherwise just a pale face would frighten the groom. But the king of Chu, who had been looking forward to this day for more than a year, was astonished, because he was too close, he still keenly caught the bitterness in the eyes of the bride.

This year, what the King of Chu dreamed about was Feng Zheng's stare at him in the carriage. He likes Feng Zheng’s boldness and little bitingness. He thinks Feng Zheng will be his princess happily. Now the bride he marries in with joy turned out to be a bitter face. Chu Wang’s face suddenly became cold and very ugly. .

The female officer presiding over the marriage of the king of Chu saw it, and she felt a little frustrated, and said quizzically, "The princess looks more celestial. Isn't your majesty dumbfounded? The princess has been embarrassed by you to look up."

When she interrupted, King Chu finally remembered that it was not the time to question. Taking advantage of the moment when the hijab was completely uncovered, he said in a voice that only the bride could hear: "Not happy to be a princess?"

Feng Zheng stiffened and realized what this place was. She woke up in time and tried to pretend to be shy.

King Chu turned sideways, letting the children of the house see how his princess looks like.

Of course everyone praised it.

Song Jianing saw the bride for the first time in two lifetimes. She was not there on the day of her mother's remarriage. At this moment, looking at the jeweled phoenix crown on Feng Zheng's head and the exquisite makeup on Feng Zheng's face, Song Jianing was shocked. I am very envious. What she longed for most in her life was to be able to wear a wedding dress and really marry once.

What can't be obtained is the best. In Song Jianing's view, being able to marry gracefully is the greatest blessing of a woman. Therefore, when Feng Zheng's awkward gaze moved to her side, Song Jianing smiled sincerely, and Shui Liang's apricot eyes were filled with envy and blessings from the heart.

Feng Zheng's bitter heart inexplicably warmed up a little. At least, there was a person in this room who really cared about her, and he might be able to walk around in the future.

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As night fell, the guests dispersed, and the king of Chu was drunk and staggered into the new house.

Feng Zheng sat down on the bed with her small hands tightly clasped, making up her mind that she would not resist whatever King Chu did.

King Chu likes to see her staring, but doesn't like her lifeless look. He pulled a chair and placed it opposite Feng Zheng. He sat down, bowed his head, and stared at Feng Zheng and said, "Marry this king, I am wronged. Now? Show this face to this king."

His breath was full of alcohol, and Feng Zheng blushed. Remembering his mother's ardent exhortation before marrying, Feng Zheng shook his head, glanced at him, and said, "Being able to marry the prince is a blessing for the three-year-old citizenship..."

Before he finished speaking, King Chu suddenly let out a cold snort, leaned back in his chair, and said angrily: "I don't like being a strong man. If you really don't like me, I will ask someone to send you home and give up the marriage."

Feng Zheng looked up in disbelief as he fell into the ice cave.

When the king of Chu was so happy, he snorted heavily, got up with a sullen face, and strode out. But just as he was about to step out of the door of the inner room, a cry that could not be suppressed suddenly came from behind him, first low, and then uncontrollable, choking continuously.

King Chu frowned, turned his head, and saw her lying on the bed, her skinny shoulders trembled and trembling when she was crying. The skinny and small girl was inexplicably pitying.

The king of Chu couldn't help but walked a few steps back, just about to coax him, remembering that Feng Zheng was the first to be angry with him, and the king of Chu paused again and said with no anger: "You don't want to marry me, now I will let you go back, you Go unhappily, why are you crying here?" She cried so pitifully, as if he had bullied her and beat her back.

Feng Zheng cried out of breath. Hearing the rascal words "she left happily" by the man, Feng Zheng's misery suddenly turned into anger, and he raised his head suddenly, with a disheveled staring eyes and questioned: "The prince doesn't like being difficult by strong people. Why did you want me to be your princess in the last year's draft? Now I am in the door, and the prince wants me to go. Those who don’t know think I was driven out by you in some way. You are deliberately trying to force me to death. !"

Her voice was louder than each sentence, her hair was scattered, and her eyes were bright and scary.

What Chu Wang liked was her hotness. Feng Zheng was angry at him, but he didn't get angry anymore. He leaned in front of Feng Zheng in three or two steps, reached out his hand and hugged the bride who was looking for life in his arms, coaxing incoherently. Said: "It's too late for me to hurt you. Where can I be willing to die? Well, don't go anywhere, just live here and be the princess for my life!"

"I'm not rare!" Feng Zheng struggled hard, crying while earning, "Who is rare to be a princess for you? I just want to marry someone who treats me wholeheartedly. You have to choose me to come in and keep me trapped in the palace. I can’t go, I see you doting on your concubines!"

"When did I have a concubine?" King Chu was wronged, and hugged the human who wanted to run.

Feng Zheng snorted and stared at him with tears: "If you don't have it now, there will be in the future. You are so lustful, who knows if you will **** other beauties in the future?"

The king of Chu was almost speechless, and he said for a while, "Why am I lustful? A while ago, I felt sorry for the third brother and no one around him, so I bought him two Yangzhou thin...women, the third brother doesn't want me. So I sent the two girls away. If I am lustful, I won't accept them for my own use?"

Feng Zheng didn't believe it, and continued to struggle.

She was hugged by him, twisting and twisting to wipe out the fire of King Chu. She liked Feng Zheng's way of anger so much, King Chu directly pushed into the bed, pulling on the bride’s clothes and gasping for breath. "I'm lustful, I'm just like you! If you let you go, if you don't, there is no way to go now!"

As he said, he threw his head down, blocked Feng Zheng's yelling mouth, and kissed him fiercely.

For a while, the sound of fighting, screaming, and the shaking of the bed tent sounded at the same time, floating out of the window, making the maid waiting in the courtyard amused.