The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Yuan Bingyan shook her head: "no, I'll do it myself."

The little servant girl watched her open the wooden box with a gorgeous red wedding dress.

She stretched out her hand to feel it. The fine silk made her squint slightly. She whispered, "do you know? This is my hand embroidered wedding dress. I hope to be married by my sweetheart one day. But now, it's just a dream. "

Looking at her sad appearance, the little servant girl said with tears: "Miss, don't do this. If you feel bad in your heart, will you cry? I can't help you, but I can cry with you. "

Yuan Bingyan bent her eyes and said with a smile, "Why are you crying? It's a good thing to marry someone. Besides, that person is in a high position. If I marry him, he should be very nice to me. "

The little servant girl looked at her in shock: "Miss? Do you really think so? "

Yuan Bingyan didn't answer. Instead, she suddenly shook out the red wedding dress. The bright red color suddenly lit up their eyes and set off the candle fire, adding a trace of vitality to the whole room.

"It's really beautiful!" Yuan Bingyan sighed.

Since the day of hairpin, she began to embroider the wedding dress herself. In fact, she knew very well that what she embroidered was not the wedding dress, but the yearning for a better life in the future. For a woman, her life was complete when she married her favorite husband. Since young master song took root in her heart, she would dream of him and his handsome face every midnight, And his warm eyes.

Tears from the corner of the eye fell on Dahong's wedding dress and soon soaked into a large piece, making the bright red more profound, just like blood.

The little servant girl next to her was a little scared. She didn't know what was wrong with the young lady in front of her. Why did she take out her wedding dress? Was she going to wear it tomorrow?

However, she was wrong after all. Yuan Bingyan raised her hand and took the scissors from one side. Without hesitation, she cut the new wedding dress into pieces.

The little maid was so scared that she wanted to stop her, but she couldn't move. The only thing she could do was to see the beautiful wedding dress, but it was already red silk for a moment.

After Yuan Bingyan finished cutting her wedding dress, she sat down on the ground. She didn't know whether she was asleep or sober. She sat there all night until the sky turned white outside, and some servants began to get busy. The dowry of the prime minister's office was delivered immediately, and a sedan chair was also with her.

Yuan Qian and Mrs. yuan did not close their eyes all night. After all, their mother and son were also worried about whether yuan Bingyan would get the news and run away. Fortunately, her yard was very stable that night, and there was no sound.

The prime minister sent a housekeeper. In order to show his importance to Yuan Bingyan, the dowry was really exquisite. Dozens of boxes filled the whole alley, which made many people admire.

Yuan Qian stood at the door to greet him. He arched his hand to the housekeeper: "please come and have tea in the house."

The housekeeper was full of style. He cleared his throat and said, "our prime minister said that he valued Miss yuan's talent and specially sent many books as betrothal gifts in order to tell her that he liked Miss yuan and was willing to take out the things he had specially collected for her."

Yuan Qian suddenly feels that there is light on her face. It seems that Mei Xiang really likes Yan'er, but it's a pity that she doesn't really mean it, but so what? Since ancient times, when a woman marries her husband, as long as she gets on the sedan chair of Meifu, her life will belong to Meixiang in the future. Whether she is dead or alive, the relationship between Yuanfu and Meifu is formed.

Mrs. Yuan said to one side, "come on, please go and invite the young lady out of the room and ask her to thank you for your kindness."

A voice of scorn came: "what can I thank you for? Since I'm going to marry him, shouldn't he give me these things? " As the voice fell, a thin woman in a long white dress appeared in front of them. The white cloth stimulated people's eyes and made her more refined.

Although the housekeeper was astonished by the beauty of Miss Yuan Fu, she suddenly appeared in white on this happy day, which was really bad. Considering this, he couldn't help staring at Yuan Qian.

Yuan Qian quickly stepped forward and said, "Yan'er, hurry back and change your clothes. What are you wearing? On a happy day, how beautiful it is. "

Mrs. yuan also echoed: "good boy, just wear the bright clothes your mother made for you before."

Yuan Bingyan raised her eyebrows and looked at the housekeeper beside her: "if Xiangye really valued me, no matter what clothes I wore, he would like it, wouldn't he?"

Guan Jia was stunned at first, and then replied with a smile: "that's natural. Since Miss yuan likes this dress, put it on. The sedan chair is waiting outside. Please, miss!"

Yuan Bingyan walked slowly. When her feet were about to step out of the threshold of Yuan's house, Mrs. yuan's uncontrollable cry came from behind her. Her steps stopped, and her seemingly calm eyes flashed with a chill. After a moment, she finally turned her head and said a word to Yuan Qian and Mrs. yuan: "as you wish."

"Yan'er!" At last, Mrs. yuan couldn't help but try to come forward to stop her. However, Yuan Qian held her wrist tightly and scolded her in a low voice: "if you can't bear it for a while, it will ruin the future of our yuan family. You can't be so selfish."

Mrs. yuan didn't understand this, but the man who got married was also her daughter. She wanted to find a marriage for her, but she had to sacrifice for the future of her family.

Yuan Bingyan's heart gradually became colder, and she even had a bit of fantasy. Maybe at the last moment, her brother and mother would not give up her, and would give up the marriage. However, in the end, she overestimated her position in their hearts, and they only cared about the future of Yuan's house. As for her, she had completely given up.

The housekeeper came up to her and said, "Miss yuan, please get on the sedan chair."

Yuan Bingyan's eyes fell on him and asked: "what's your name?"

He quickly bowed to answer: "the old slave's name is mede. Later, the young lady can call the old slave the steward of mede."

Yuan Bingyan nodded: "steward De, as you know, I have been loved by my mother and elder brother since I was a child. Now that I am going to get married, I am reluctant to give them up. Can you allow me to kowtow to them? Even if we say goodbye to Yuan Fu completely, we will have nothing to do with it in the future. "

As soon as the housekeeper's face changed, he quickly accompanied him with a smile and replied: "Miss yuan's filial piety moved the world and the earth. Naturally, the old slave did not dare to stop her."