In front of the main entrance of the Chu King's Mansion, a pair of big red firecrackers hung high have not been set off yet, so the newcomers cannot enter the door for the time being.

The male guests were all blocking over there to watch the fun. Song Jianing and a few little girls hid in the corner of the corridor and could not see anything. Princess Duanhui was used to it and was the first to slip out. She wanted to see her. With her lead, Yun Fang and the other three half-aged girls around ten years old looked at each other and ran out immediately.

Song Jianing held the corridor column with his hands, hesitated for a moment, and finally retracted his feet.

She didn't dare to go, just look here, how much can she see? There are all well-known officials in the capital in front of her. What if she accidentally stepped on someone?

With the hand holding the pillar, Song Jianing tried to tiptoe, and the crowd was crowded. Song Jianing saw his stepfather standing out from the crowd and stood among the officials on the left with a smile. Song Jianing subconsciously looked for the shadows of other acquaintances, and suddenly recognized a handsome side face, and in a blink of an eye, he was blocked by the figure again.

Song Jianing thought of the sound of the carriage he heard in the morning and looked at the lively atmosphere at the door. Song Jianing was a little curious about the feeling of King Shou at this time. In addition to being happy for King Chu, he might also feel a little sour. His father did not give him a marriage, so he could only watch his brothers put on their wedding robes and bridal chambers.

With a random thought, the firecrackers were finally set off. After a burst of cheering, the people surrounded in front of the door suddenly retreated to both sides like a tide, leaving a large open space. Song Jianing's eyes lit up, his whole body was pressed onto the pillars, and he only stuck his head out to the sneak shot. The King of Chu led the bride and walked in first. The King of Chu was already in good looks. Today, he was wearing a big red wedding robe, handsome and smiling, with his eyes and eyebrows. The bride's head covered with a veil, walked very slowly, with a delicate figure and a swaying posture.

Song Jianing stared at the bride blankly. She hadn't seen Feng Zheng for a year since she parted on Shangsi Festival last year. I wonder if Sister Feng still remembers her. Just as she was thinking, several more figures appeared in her sight. The second prince Rui Wang followed a strange man and walked on the left, and the Shou King and the Fourth Prince without a princess were on the right.

Song Jianing's eyes were fixed on King Shou. Although the two lived next door, the last time they met was the winter month of last year. In the blink of an eye, a hundred days passed, and King Shou seemed to have grown taller again. At the age of seventeen, his face became more and more immersive, and his elegant eyebrows gradually had a sharp charm, which was more like the tall emperor that Song Jianing saw in the palace in his previous life.

It was fascinating to see that the other party suddenly looked at her.

Song Jianing's heart tightened and immediately retracted his head. His heart was beating and he never dared to watch the fun again. He led Jin Gui back to the backyard quickly. King Chu and the princess, Zhao Heng walked slowly forward, but his eyes were attracted by the touch of red begonia under the eaves of the corridor diagonally opposite. The fat girl retreated too quickly, and he didn't see her face clearly, but Zhao Heng knew that the little girl who ran away quickly was her.

The petite figure disappeared, Zhao Heng withdrew his gaze and looked at his brother and princess and sister-in-law walking in front. Zhao Heng suddenly wanted to know that the fat girl came over secretly, whether she wanted to see the prince's wedding lively, or wanted to take the opportunity to take a look at him?

At a young age, the actions you make are always attractive.

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After worshiping the world, a couple of newcomers were about to enter the bridal chamber. The male guests stopped. The King of Chu took the bride to the new house in the backyard.

The women were waiting in the courtyard and saluted together. The King of Chu laughed loudly: "No gift."

The atmosphere became relaxed again. After the prince and the princess entered, Song Jianing helped the grandmother walk slowly and stood still. Song Jianing stared at the bride expectantly.

Under the veil, Feng Zheng was sweating nervously. Looking at the hem of the man's clothes in front of him, Feng Zheng couldn't tell what he felt. Before the Shangsi Festival last year, she never thought that she would be attracted to a prince one day. She was so talented in the palace, and she could not escape, but Feng Zheng did not think she could become a princess. Until the imperial edict came, Emperor Xuande gave her marriage to the King of Chu.

Only then did Feng Zheng realize that the King of Chu really fell in love with her and liked her so much that she wanted to marry her as a princess. However, the two had only been together for more than an hour and had a few words. The King of Chu had no idea what kind of girl she was. After thinking about it, the only thing the King of Chu really liked was her face.

Feng Zheng is not happy at all. Today, the King of Chu likes her face and will definitely be easily moved when he meets a more beautiful person tomorrow. Feng Zheng wants to marry a man who is wholeheartedly devoted to her, not seeking wealth and honor, but only seeking a peaceful life. Now that he is married to the King of Chu as a princess, and what is waiting for her is destined to be a yard of charming and competing for favor.

The moment the veil was lifted, Feng Zheng felt like a stagnant water. Fortunately, there was a layer of rouge on his face, otherwise his pale face would scare the groom. But after looking forward to the King of Chu who had been waiting for more than a year, he was amazed, because he was too close, he still keenly captured the bitterness in the bride's eyes.

This year, what King Chu dreamed of was Feng Zheng glaring at him in the carriage. He liked Feng Zheng's boldness and stinginess. He thought Feng Zheng would be his princess happily. Now the bride he married happily turned out to be a bitter face. The King of Chu's face suddenly became cold and very ugly.

When the female official who presided over the marriage of King Chu saw it, she felt a little sad and said in a hurry: "The princess is more beautiful than a fairy. Your Highness is stunned? Look, the princess is so embarrassed to look up by you."

With her interruption, the King of Chu finally remembered that it was not the time to question. He took the moment he completely uncovered the veil and said in a voice that only the bride could hear: "Don't be happy to be a princess?"

Feng Zheng's body stiffened and realized what this was. She woke up in time and tried hard to pretend to be shy.

The King of Chu then turned sideways and let the family members see how beautiful his princess was.

Of course everyone praised it.

Song Jianing saw the bride for the first time in two lives. She was not present on the day her mother remarried. At this moment, looking at Feng Zheng's jewel-like phoenix crown on her head and the exquisite makeup on Feng Zheng's face, Song Jianing was very envious after being amazed. What she most longed for in her previous life was to be able to wear a wedding dress and truly marry her.

What you can't get is the best. In Song Jianing's opinion, being able to get married with glory is the greatest blessing for a woman. So, when Feng Zheng's cramped eyes moved to her, Song Jianing smiled sincerely, and the heartfelt envy and blessings were contained in Shuiliang's almond eyes.

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

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As night fell, the guests dispersed, and the King of Chu drank and came to the new house staggeringly.

Feng Zheng lowered her head and sat on the bed, holding her hands tightly, and she made up her mind to not resist anything the King of Chu did.

The King of Chu liked to see her stare at her, and didn't like her lifeless look now. He pulled a chair and put it opposite Feng Zheng. He sat down, lowered his head, stared at Feng Zheng and said, "Marry me, you are wronged? Show me this look."

His breath was full of alcohol, which made Feng Zheng blush. Remembering the earnest advice from his mother before getting married, Feng Zheng shook his head, looked at him, lowered his eyes and said, "It is a blessing for a young woman to marry the prince to cultivate for three lives..."

Before he finished speaking, the King of Chu suddenly snorted coldly, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said angrily: "I don't like being forced to do anything. If you really don't like me, I will ask someone to send you home and give up the marriage."

Feng Zheng was like falling into an ice cave and raised her head in disbelief.

When the King of Chu was so happy, he squirted out a heavy smell of alcohol, stood up with his face tense, and walked out with great strides. But just as he was about to step out of the door of the inner room, a sudden uncontrollable cry came from behind him, which was low at first, and then could not be stopped, and sobbed continuously.

The King of Chu frowned and turned around. Seeing her lying on the bed, her thin shoulders trembling with tears. A thin girl was inexplicably pitying.

The King of Chu couldn't help but walk back a few steps. Just as he was about to coax him, he remembered that Feng Zheng was angry first, but the King of Chu stopped again and said angrily: "You don't want to marry me. Now I'll let you go back. You are leaving unhappy. Why are you crying here?" He cried so pitifully, as if he bullied her and turned around.

Feng Zheng was so angry that he cried. When the man said such a scoundrel words as "She left happily", Feng Zheng's misery suddenly turned into anger. He raised his head suddenly, with his hair disheveled and stared at him and asked: "The prince doesn't like to force others. Why did he want me to be your princess last year's talent show? Now that I have entered the door, the prince actually wants me to leave. Those who don't know would think that something is wrong with you to drive me out. Are you intentionally trying to force me to death!"

Her voice is louder than the other, her hair is scattered, and her eyes are so bright.

The King of Chu liked her hot energy. Feng Zheng got angry at him, but he was no longer angry. He walked in front of Feng Zheng in a few steps, reached out and hugged the bride who was seeking death in his arms, and coaxed him incoherently: "I love you too much, how can I bear to die? OK, okay, don't go anywhere, just stay here and be a princess for me for the rest of my life!"

"I don't care!" Feng Zheng struggled hard, crying as he struggled: "Who wants to be a princess for you? I just want to marry someone who treats me wholeheartedly. You have to choose me in, so that I can't go anywhere in the palace. Seeing the sky, you spoil your concubines!"

"When will I have a concubine?" The King of Chu was wronged and said to the person who wanted to run away.

Feng Zheng sneered and stared at him with tears in his eyes, "There will be no more in the future. You are so lustful. Who knows if you will steal other beauties in the future?"

The King of Chu was so unjust that he could not speak, and after a while, he said, "Why am I lustful? A while ago, I felt sorry for my third brother, so I specially bought him two Yangzhou thin skinny women... The third brother doesn't want it, so I sent the two women. If I were lustful, wouldn't I take it myself?"

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

She was hugged by him and twisted and wiped out the fire of the King of Chu. She liked Feng Zheng's scent so much that the King of Chu pressed the bed directly into the bed. While pulling the bride's clothes, she said with a heavy breath: "I'm lustful, I'm just your lust! If you don't want to leave, you have no way to leave now!"

As he said that, he pounced on him, blocking Feng Zheng's mouth that was still cursing, and kissed him violently.
Chapter completed!