"Unclean people and words."

Lu Wu paused and said, "Miss, everyone is scolding you outside."

As expected.

As she walked through the streets holding up the hem of her skirt, the curses came overwhelmingly.

"After living for so long, this is the first time I have seen a bride walking to the groom's house. Why, the man Miss Jiang is marrying doesn't even want to prepare a sedan chair for you?"

"The traitor didn't want to marry her. He clearly married her because of her destiny. A woman like her, who comes from a famous family, has no shame and is willing to commit herself to that sycophant. Fortunately, we thought she was ours before.

A woman from Kyoto sets an example. The Jiang family’s reputation has been completely disgraced by her, and I don’t know how she still has the dignity to live in the world.”

"If I were her, I might as well just die!"

"Yes, let's just die!!"

Hearing this, Lu Wu was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Miss, don't take those words to heart. They are just some low-level scolding people. They will curse others for no reason and make them appear to be noble and great. When you enter the Bufu, what will happen?

The rightful wife of the prime minister must be granted a royal title. When the time comes, these people will have to kneel at your feet, young lady, hoping that you will support them more."

Suddenly, a cabbage hit Jiang Ling's wedding dress.

A dull pain came from his back, Jiang Ling paused, closed his eyes and frowned.

The cabbage leaves were dirty, yellow and withered, and stained with mud. Immediately, there were mud marks on the neat red wedding dress. With another "plop", the rotten cabbage fell to the ground and rolled feebly to the other side.

roll.

The surroundings were silent for a while.

After a while, whispers came from the crowd:

"I, are we going too far..."

The girl stood in the middle of the road, her body was thin and her clothes were as red as blood.

"Whatever goes too far is clearly her fault."

…

Listening to the voices, Jiang Ling lowered his eyes and silently brushed the vegetable leaves off his clothes.

This wedding dress was sewn by her own hands, stitch by stitch. Her female workers were more skilled than the first-class embroiderers in the palace. The stitches of the wedding dress were exquisite and detailed, and a pair of mandarin ducks were embroidered with silk thread on the hem.

The mud on the vegetable leaves was sticking to the mandarin duck pattern, turning into a yellowish mess. Seeing this, Lu Wu hurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped it for her.

The harder she rubbed, the deeper the mud penetrated. She waved her hand to stop the green mess and said in a very soft voice: "Forget it, that's it."

I thought they would give up here, but before they took two steps, someone hit them hard on the back again. The force of the opponent was much stronger than the last time, and Jiang Ling's eyes became hot and he almost shed tears.

When she looked up again, her eyes were all red.

Someone whistled at her triumphantly.

Jiang Ling was a spoiled young lady, how could she have ever been so wronged? She bit her lower lip and turned around pretending to be calm.

Before she could say anything, the maid beside her took the lead and angrily shouted:

"Our lady is also the Prime Minister's wife after all. How dare you be so rude -"

"Where is the prime minister's wife walking to get married to the prime minister's house? This is the case on the wedding day. How do you expect the traitor to treat your young lady after the wedding? Haha..."

"You and I both know what kind of person Bu Zhan is. It's a pity that your lady has to waste her life on such a selfish and heartless person. It's really pitiful."

While they were cheering, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves.

At the same time, a sharp rebuke came through the air: "Who is causing trouble here!"

"It's Bufu's carriage!"

Some people recognized the carriage curtain at a glance, but in an instant, the crowd dispersed.

The white horse took the lead, with a young man sitting high on the horse. He was tall and handsome in hunting robes. When he saw Jiang Ling, Tan Zhao tightened the reins, then turned over and dismounted and bowed to her.

"Madam, Tan Zhao has been ordered by the Prime Minister to welcome Madam into the mansion."

Only when they were closer could the other party clearly see the mud marks on her body.

The man couldn't help but be stunned.

Tan Zhao was shocked when he saw her walking on foot. Now he saw the mud spots on the wedding dress. He had already guessed the scene where everyone had insulted the new lady. Thinking of this, the man's expression changed and he couldn't help but look at her again.

she.

It became completely dark.

The moonlight was bright and white, illuminating Jiang Ling's eye circles red.

She was obviously full of grievances, but she held on to prevent tears from falling. The girl's features were beautiful, her black eyes were clear and pure, and now they were even more filled with mist.

Tan Zhao has been following the Prime Minister all year round, going through hardships and bloodshed, and spending every day in the light of swords and shadows. This is the first time that he has experienced all kinds of tenderness. He pursed his lips and bowed his head: "Madam, please get on the sedan chair.

"

Jiang Ling still stood without moving.

The other party thought she was frightened, so she stepped forward again.

"Madam, please get in the sedan."

She still hasn't moved.

"lady?"

Tan Zhao was confused.

The cold wind lifted the girl's broad sleeves, and the moonlight lingered down. I don't know if she was frightened, but her face turned pale, except for a pair of stubborn black eyes with sparkling water.

She wanted to know.

"My prime minister is getting married today, why doesn't he come?"
Chapter completed!