MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 37 Princess Wedding (2)

037 Princess Wedding (2)

As a newly-married mother, her mood seemed a little too calm at the moment, without the shyness and joy of marrying a woman; she had no longing for the future husband; she did not say goodbye to the family's sadness and crying; From the heart to the surface, she was calm and indifferent, as if she was just waiting to go to a destination to attend an unrelated wedding.

Linger sat beside her, a rare quiet, occasionally peeking at the opposite man, Fengshenjunlang, Wenrunruyu, is a rare man in the world that can match her master! Master should marry him, should he be happy?

The carriage passed a puddle, the body leaned, and instinctively reached out to find a place to climb, but it was tightly gripped by a pair of powerful big hands. The palms of those hands were a bit rough, but very warm, and he only listened softly: . "

Manxi nodded his head slightly, stabilized himself, and said, "Thank you, General."

Fu Shu laughed: "You and I will be a husband and wife in a while, so be polite."

What he said was natural, without any rustiness. Manyan closed his lips and didn't speak again.

The carriage calmed down quickly, and her hand was still in his palm. Women's fingers are slender, and their silky and delicate skin is cold and cold, as if the temperature of the cold rainwater that inadvertently penetrated into the carriage. Fu raised his eyebrows and cared, "Why is your hand so cold? Is it cold? I asked them to park and find a robe for you to add." She said to her without waiting for her response: "Stop . "

The carriage stopped, and someone came forward to ask for it. Before speaking, Linger said, "The slave knows where the robe of the master is closed, and the slave seeks it."

Man Man was faint: "No need, I'm not cold." Without deliberately thinning, it makes people feel isolated from thousands of miles away.

Ling Er's eyes were dark, and his lips were narrowed, his gaze was raised towards Fu.

Fu Zi naturally wrapped her hands with her hands and smiled, "Today is our big wedding day, you can't fall down before worshiping. Add some clothes." Although he smiled It is said that there is an irrefutable power implied in the tone. Turning his head to Linger, he said, "Come on."

Linger rejoiced, and when he got out of the car, he secretly said: The general is gentle and considerate, and he cares for the master. The emperor's husband is still very good!

The two of them were left in the carriage. There was a very light aroma, if it lingered on the tip of the nose, and it just smelled good. Fu Zi inhaled consciously, and wanted to smell more clearly, but suddenly faded. Go on.

He tried to retract his hands a few times, but Fu Tu refused to let it go. He tightened his palms and smiled softly, "Your hands are too cold, I will help you warm up." No matter the tone of movement or speech, he always It's so natural, like an old wife and wife who have lived together for many years.

If your hands are cold, you can warm them, but if a person's heart is cold, how to warm them? She kept pulling her hand back and chuckled, "Thank you for your kindness! But ... I'm used to this temperature."

For a moment, Fu Zhao was surprised. She was the princess most favored by Emperor Qiyun. Why did she say so accustomed to the cold temperature? Even the tone of speech when laughing can hear the sadness from the heart. He frowned, glanced at his empty palm, shifted to sit next to her, pulled her shoulders, hid his head across the floor, and sighed: "In the future ... Beside me, you will slowly Habits are warm. Remember ... I am not someone else, I am your husband, I want to be with you forever in my life. "

His gentle voice seemed to have a certain kind of concentration, strangely reassuring. Manyu couldn't break his hand, and felt two hot eyes through the red brocade, falling straight on her face, she turned her head unnaturally.

Two days ago, the strategy set up to avoid the worry of Zong Zheng was impossible. Fu Zhuduan could not have any doubts about her identity, but he asked nothing, but gave her the perfect cooperation by the most suitable method. She couldn't see at all how deep the man's mind was. And how much did he know about her? She had no way of knowing. She didn't dare to distinguish the true and false of others' feelings because of feelings, because feelings sometimes lie to others.

Linger brought her robes, and Fu Zhao put it on her gently, and it really warmed a lot. The mighty team continued to move forward. After about a moment of fragrant incense, the noise came from outside, it should be here!

The vocals and excitement are probably used to describe the General's Mansion at that moment. Fu Zhu got out of the car and the crowd congratulated. No matter what kind of thoughts the people who came to the congratulatory, he all smiled in return and thanked him. The courtesy was impeccable for several weeks. People watching the lively surrounding couldn't help but admire: "The General of the Great Patriotic Army is approachable and doesn't take a shelf at all!"

As Man Er was assisted by Linger and was waiting to get out of the car, Fu Zhao turned around, took her hand, and smiled, "I'll hold you in."

For a while, there seems to be no such thing as the etiquette of married couples in this era! Just in this sacred work, she felt only a light body, and people were already held by him. The people who looked around were very surprised and began to talk softly. Manyu could feel countless eyes staring at them. She quickly pushed him and said, "What is this general? Let me down and let me go."

Fu Tzu Wen Ya smiled: "There is water on the ground, which will stain your clothes." His arms were tight, his eyes were filled with gentle smiles, dazzling.

Unable to escape, he had to go with him.

Anyone with internal strength usually has better ear strength. When they enter the gate of the General's Mansion, she can hear a bunch of women's voices coming from behind her.

"The princess Rongle is so fateful, she can marry such a good man when she looks ugly!"

"Who said no ?! The general is handsome, martial, and gentle and considerate ... How could such a perfect man marry an ugly woman? Hey, no sense!"

"Shut up, you, that was your Majesty's marriage. You are so unobtrusive, be careful of your head ..."

Manyu listened and shook his head gently, smiling bitterly.

Red silk was knotted everywhere in the General's Mansion, fluttering and swaying in the wind and rain, as if trying to break free of the imprisonment and flying to the vast sky, but never allowed. After blinking their eyes, they have reached the lobby. Fu Zhao put her down, moving very gently.

The guests in the hall were surprised when they saw this scene. They hadn't seen any bride who was directly held by the groom into the lobby before worshiping the hall, and they were so intimate and natural. They all thought that General Fu had to marry the princess because of the emperor's life. Remember that when he was selected by Princess Rongle on the main hall that day, General Fu was clearly hesitant, not like willing, but at this moment it seems , But it does not seem to be forced helpless, strange!

The two of them were a little earlier than expected because of the carriage ride. At this moment, the time of worship is not yet here.

The servant handed the big red flower knot in front of him, and reached out to pick it up, but was held by Fu Tzu, holding her hand directly inside, and greeting the guests as he walked.

Everyone went back to congratulate, and congratulations quickly. The happiest person was Lord Shang Yang, the Ministry of Rites. The marriage between the two countries was made by him. Although there were twists and turns, he changed people in the middle, but in the end he succeeded. He heartily congratulated: "Congratulations to General Fu on their wedding!"

Fu Shu laughed: "With happiness and happiness."

Another official congratulated him with the same words, Fu Fu also responded with a smile. Master Yu also came forward, and the habitual congratulations came out casually, arching out: "Congratulations to General Fu for marrying a beautiful woman!"

As soon as this word came out, everyone was stunned, his eyes shot at Master Yu. It is rumored that Princess Rongle has an ugly face, but he congratulates others on marrying a beautiful woman, which sounds quite ironic.

There was a moment of silence and silence in the hall. Some guests held their breaths and waited for General Fu's response, while those aristocratic children who were previously on the list had a leisurely look at the theater, which was somewhat gloating. Although they were reluctant to marry the princess in the beginning, today the dazzling Royal Gifts and the princess's box after box of unusual dowry make them feel uncomfortable. Secretly: These things could have belonged to them originally, but unfortunately ...!

An official slammed into the arm of Lord Yu, who had not yet woke up, and nodded towards the bride to remind him that he had said something wrong.

When Master Yu froze, he realized that the smirk still embarrassed and stiff, and quickly explained: "General Fu, Xiaguan ... Xiaguan does not mean that ..."

Fu Zhao's complexion has not changed, and his smile is still mild, but the light in his eyes is a little deeper, which makes people not understand the meaning. He turned to look at the woman under his eyes, and then the official smiled: "Thank you, Master Yu!"

Master Yu shuddered. At this moment, there was a cry from outside: "Prince is here!" Zong Zheng Xiaoren Kuo, dressed in a bright yellow prince suit, walked along. A woman was beside him, and the woman was beautiful and bright. Appears as if the sky is illuminated, attracting everyone's attention.

Fu Zhao has not yet greeted him, and some people who like to walk away must be greeted with a salute, and smiled charmingly: "This is His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, Madam Xiang? His Royal Highness! "The words didn't end, and there was a sound of echo around him. The beauty of a woman is real, and that flattery is also true. 2k novel reading network