Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Mo Zhaohua was covered with a veil, so King Rui could not see her face, but he had seen her many times before and remembered her appearance.

He could imagine how beautiful she was now, with bright eyes, white teeth, a rosy face, and perhaps a happy smile.

When he saw her bright red wedding dress and then looked down at his own wedding dress, he had a very strange feeling in his heart.

It seemed like... he was not helping Chu Xuanchi to get married, but he was actually getting married, and the bride was Mo Zhaohua.

The woman that Chu Xuanhan had always wanted to marry and even went to his father to ask for permission, but was rejected by his father!

Rong Shen walked to the bridal sedan, and with the help of the matchmaker, carefully and gently put Mo Zhaohua into the sedan.

Mo Zhaohua's head did not hit the sedan chair, the phoenix coronet did not tilt, and it did not pull her hair to cause headache.

In this life, just as she had prayed for when she was reborn, things have changed and everything is moving in a good direction.

The neighbors came to watch the fun, and when they saw that it was Rong Shen who was being carried on the back to get married, they started to discuss it in a low voice.

"Why is it that my cousin is marrying me on his back?"

"Doesn't Miss Mo have a half-brother?"

"Yes, and there are other cousins ​​too."

A guest immediately went to explain, "This is a long story, the specific situation is like this..."

This was the man who claimed to be a student at the wedding banquet. His name was Mu Sen, but he was not a scholar.

He already had achievements and had entered the official career, but he was Ronghai's man, so now he was just cleaning up the mess.

Rong Shen's betrayal would ultimately become a requirement of the Duke of Fuguo's Mansion, not Mo Zhaohua's own wish.

Even if it really affects their reputation in the future, they will bear it and it will not affect Mo Zhaohua in the slightest.

Passerby A: "I see. In terms of kinship, Young Master Shen is naturally closer to me than my uncles and brothers."

Mu Sen: "That's right. The daughter of the Shangshu Mansion is getting married, and she is marrying a rich man. The one who is marrying her should have some requirements, right?"

Passerby B: "Yes, otherwise His Royal Highness would be wronged. Master Shen is standing up for himself and helping the Jianghu."

Passerby C: "What's strange is that the people who were originally scheduled to marry each other have all met with accidents. Is there some hidden secret?"

Mu Sen: "What hidden secret could there be? It's just a coincidence. Could it be that someone is reluctant to give up a red seal?"

According to custom, the man who marries his wife on her back has to give the bride a big red envelope, which means he not only has to work hard but also has to pay money.

How much to give depends mainly on the individual. Someone like Mo Shenghua would naturally not be willing to give more, but Rong Shen would want to spend all his family's money to do so.

Regarding the betrayal matter, Mu Sen would deal with it in the next few days and control public opinion to prevent it from affecting Mo Zhaohua.

As a scholar, no one would have thought that he was secretly Rong Hai's man, so they would not suspect him.

Mo Zhaohua sat upright in the bridal sedan, and Rouyi, hiding under her wedding dress, quietly touched the bracelet on her left wrist.

She hadn't even told her personal maids the secret of the bracelet, and she was reluctant to take it off on a day like today.

To her, no matter how good the jewelry prepared for the wedding was, it was not as good as this bracelet, because it was a gift from Chu Xuanchi.

This bracelet represents his love, she will wear it when she marries him and will always wear it on her hand.

Whenever she saw the bracelet, it was like seeing him in person, and it also reminded her of the deep hatred in her previous life.

The entire wedding requires the calculation of many auspicious times, such as the departure of the wedding party, the bride's departure, the new bride's entry into the house, etc.

The ceremonial officer and the master of ceremonies had been staring at the hourglass. When the auspicious time came, the master of ceremonies sang in unison, "The auspicious time has come, move the sedan!"

Amid the deafening sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers rang out again, and Mo Zhaohua's wedding ceremony was officially completed at this moment.

The ceremonial guard of the Ministry of Rites led the way, followed by Prince Rui's horse, and then Ze Mo Zhaohua's sedan chair.

The matchmaker and several dowry maids followed on both sides of the sedan chair, and everyone had a festive smile on their face.

Further behind were the people welcoming and seeing off the bride, as well as the twenty carts of dowry. Everywhere you looked was the bright red color of joy.

The prince's wedding was so lively that both sides of the street were already crowded with people watching and whispering.

"I didn't expect the Shangshu Mansion to be so generous and actually prepare a ten-mile red dowry."

"Who knows whether the Shangshu Mansion is generous or the Fuguogong Mansion is wealthy? What do you think?"

"Yes, there are two more queens and the princess and prince in the palace. I'm afraid the makeup alone will cost a lot."

"That's right. Considering Minister Mo's style of favoring his concubine over his wife over the years, I'm afraid he didn't contribute much to the dowry."

It was a good thing that Mo Yun hadn't left the house, otherwise, after hearing these words, he would have been so angry that he would have vomited blood on the spot, and might even have resorted to violence.

The Shangshu Mansion is a little distance away from the Prince Yu's Mansion, separated by several streets. The wedding procession is huge and extremely eye-catching.

People stopped to watch along the way, so much so that before the bridal sedan even entered the palace, the news of the ten-mile red wedding had spread throughout Shengjing.

The auspicious time for the bride to enter the palace is still during the You hour. Before that, the wedding procession can beat drums and gongs in the streets to make it lively.

Mo Zhaohua sat in the bridal sedan and could only hear the noise outside, but he could not lift the curtain to look out as usual.

But she was already very satisfied with this. In boredom, she opened the red envelope that Rong Shen gave her before he sent her to the sedan chair.

Just as she guessed, there was a large stack of banknotes inside, both in small and large amounts, which was a huge sum of money for a student.

In his previous life, Mo Shenghua only put in two silver notes, which added up to four taels. This number alone gives people a sense of foreboding.

Whether in her past life or this life, she has never lacked this little money. What she cares about is the thought, and Mo Shenghua is obviously perfunctory.

She smiled and put away the red envelope, thinking that she would give Rong Shen a big gift in return when he got married. This is called reciprocity.

Outside the sedan chair, Prince Rui was riding a tall horse, and everywhere he looked was a look of joy, which made him feel more and more unreal.

Is this the wedding reception?

He is already an adult, so he should get married next year, right?

Who will he marry then? Will there be such a lively scene as this one?

No, it's impossible. He has no power or influence, so how could he have a wedding of such scale?

When they were princes, others either had a favored mother or a powerful mother's family that could provide help.

He was inferior to others in everything. Even his father's gaze towards him always seemed cold and distant.

Now that he has also been conferred the title of prince, his mansion is the worst. Not only is it small in size, but its geographical location is also inferior to those of his brothers.

If it weren't for the fact that his fifth brother was disabled and couldn't get married, he would have no chance to experience all of this.

But what can he do? He is not as good as the Prince of Jin and the Prince of Qi in literature, nor as good as the Prince of Yu in martial arts. He is not outstanding in anything and his personality is not likable.

When King Rui thought of this, his nose felt a little sour. He took a deep breath and barely suppressed the bitterness in his heart.

If only this was a dream, he could ask the guard of honor to change direction and send the sedan chair to his house.

Regardless of whether he likes Mo Zhaohua or not, it is enough for him to marry her. After all, she is the woman that even Prince Qi cannot marry.

Unfortunately, this was not his dream.

He looked back. The bright red sedan was so festive, yet so dazzling...