Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 55 The Loyal Dog Emperor 27
The sound of horseshoes hurriedly came from behind.

Xia Ling turned her head and watched Chu An jump off the horse and walk straight towards her.

She wiped away her tears in a panic, and hurriedly explained: "My lord, my lord, listen to me—"

Before he finished speaking, Chu An had already walked to Xia Ling's side, without even looking at Chu Liang, he raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face with his fingers, coaxing softly: "It's my fault, Mrs. I almost lost you by negligence. Stop crying, let's go home."

His warm palm wrapped Xia Ling's cold hand, and he turned and walked towards the carriage.

Watching the two walk away side by side, the night seemed to turn into black mist, crushing Chu Liang.

When he saw the two of them standing on the bridge, Chu Liang realized his uncontrollable love for Xia Ling.

He mixed in the crowd, nervously holding the hope that she would not be with him.

But seeing Xia Ling blushing and crying, he lost his position and couldn't wait any longer.

Still late.

As soon as he entered the palace, Chu An ordered people to pack up his things.

Looking at Chu An's tense face, Xia Ling was at a loss, "Why pack up?"

"I want to take you away." Chu An said decisively: "If the emperor is persistent, he will definitely not let it go. I thought he had never been tempted by you, and even asked the queen to help me with the preparations a few days ago. Marriage, but I didn't expect him to be such a villain who doesn't talk too much."

"The whole world belongs to him, where can we escape?" Xia Ling couldn't help but ask, and then patted his hand, telling him not to be too nervous, "I have everything, and if I don't want to, No one can force me. The prince will just pretend that this has never happened, and leave everything to the queen to take care of."

She rolled her eyes, as if she had an idea, and whispered a few words in Chu An's ear.

Hearing Xia Ling's strategy, Chu An's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look at Xia Ling and admire, "Struggling is not an exaggeration to describe Ling'er."

Xia Ling smiled, with a tired face, "Then I'll go to rest first."

She turned around and walked towards her dormitory, but when she was halfway there, she suddenly turned back. Her dark eyes shone slightly in the dark night, and she said softly, "My prince has prepared it for me today. I like it very much."
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Today is a happy day in Chunhu. The ten-mile long street is covered with red silk. From sunrise, the street is full of blows and blows.

In the other garden, Chu Liang stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself wearing a dragon robe with a dark face.

He is Chu'an's elder brother, and he is the witness of the wedding, and he is bowed down as the high hall and served tea by the bride.

But his younger brother married his beloved woman.

This is no different from Ling Chi.

Chu Yuening hadn't been this happy for a long time, the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be reaching her ears.

Wearing official uniforms, he was busy running around the house.

Xia Ling had no relatives, so she had to marry from another garden, and then was taken to Prince An's mansion by sedan chair.

The person he was longing for at the moment was sitting in a room separated by a wall from him, waiting to get married.

Chu Liang wanted to rush into the house countless times to snatch Xia Ling away, and since then fled to live in a place that no one knew.

But he can't.

He is the emperor of the Kingdom of Jin, and there are countless people, as well as Chu Yuening who is waiting for him to make amends.

"Your Majesty." Chu Yuening entered the room with a smile, stood behind him, and gently straightened the folds of his clothes on his shoulders, "Prince An has arrived at the door, and it's time for Your Majesty to go to the main hall with me."

His face was ashen, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

Like a puppet all the way, Chu Yuening helped her to sit in the main hall.

From a distance, Xia Ling, who was wearing a crown of flowers, wearing a red wedding dress, and a red veil half-hidden her face, was being supported by Chu An, who was refreshed and blushing, walking towards the main hall.

She moved step by step, carefully and slowly.

This crown of hundreds of flowers is the style he personally chose for her, and the flower pattern made out of each gold piece on the hair crown is the flower he once taught her to recognize.

As if everything was still yesterday.

When Chu Liang was stunned, the two newcomers had already walked in front of him.

Manager Hu came to preside over the wedding. Seeing that the imperial concubine he once called was now going to marry someone else, tears filled his cloudy eyes.

The imperial concubine is a good person.

Although he holds a very important position in the palace, no matter in the past or now, all the empresses and concubines respect him because he is the person close to His Majesty.

Only when getting along with the imperial concubine, it seems that his status is no longer important, and he is just an ordinary old man.

Although it was his duty to serve His Majesty, the imperial concubine always thanked him profusely.

From time to time, he would make jokes about him, pure as a naughty child.

She is not stingy with her sincerity and enthusiasm, and she cares for him sincerely, so don't wear out her body because of taking care of His Majesty.

Everyone thinks eunuchs are unlucky.

But the imperial concubine entrusted the prince to come to the door to deliver red envelopes in person, and let herself be the host of the wedding.

He is just an eunuch, but he can get such sincere feelings.

It was the first time Manager Hu met such a good lady, and he never thought that it was a short meeting, and it will be difficult to see her again in the future.

He waved the floating dust and shouted: "The bride serves tea!"

Xia Ling knelt on the ground, took the tea cup handed over by the maid beside him, and offered it to the queen, "Princess, please drink tea."

Chu Yuening took the teacup, took a sip of the tea with a smirk, and then took out her happy purse filled with stones and handed it to Xia Ling, "I wish you two will sing in harmony in the future, like glue."

Xia Ling clutched her purse and kowtowed to Chu An to thank her.

Housekeeper Hu shook the dust again, "The bride will serve tea again!"

Xia Ling took the teacup, and quietly looked at Chu Liang who was sitting across from her eyes covered by the mask.

His complexion was gloomy, his eyes were full of sadness, but there was a glimmer of hope that did not give up, flickering uncomfortably.

As if to tell her again, if you repent at this moment, I will definitely not let you down.

The corners of Xia Ling's lips raised slowly after covering her face, her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Even so, she raised the teacup in her hand and offered it to Chu Liang, saying in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please drink tea." .”

She was telling him that she had no regrets.

Chu Liang took the teacup slowly, the hand holding the cup seemed to break the cup.

The originally lively courtyard suddenly became quiet at this moment.

There are servants and maidservants who know the inside story in this yard, and they sighed one by one.

The guests who didn't know the truth looked at each other, wondering why His Majesty refused to drink the tea offered by the bride.

Seeing that Chu Liang refused to drink, Xia Ling bent down, kowtowed heavily, and shouted again with all his strength: "Please drink tea, Your Majesty."

Chu Liang looked at Xia Ling who never raised his head again, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

If you ask me to fulfill you, why should I not give you this respect?
He removed the lid of the teacup, revealing a gap, hesitantly looking at the tea in the cup with his eyes, as if the cup contained poison.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, raised his arms, and drank the tea with his head raised.

Simultaneously with each other, wet tears also followed him to raise his head, and slid down to his temples.

Nobody knows.

"Licheng!"

(End of this chapter)