princess married to (gl)

Wuxi shook her head and signaled the bearer to get up the sedan chair. After seeing her grandmother's sedan chair leave, she said.

"Sister-in-law, you can make a sedan chair with your wife and go back. It's easy to go down the mountain, and it's getting dark now."

"Aren't you going back with us?" Mrs. Zhang originally wanted to serve her mother-in-law, but was kicked out by the old lady just now.

"There are some things that need to be dealt with, and I will go back when I have dealt with it. If grandma asks about it before Wu Xi returns, I will have to clean it up and cover it up with my wife."

Feng Wuxi cupped her hands, she had been to the place she was going to not long ago.

Zhang and Yushu looked at each other, knowing in his heart that Wuxi was different now, and he knew what to do and what not to do.

So they didn't stop them.

If they returned to the place where Feng Wuxi was going, they probably wouldn't be so calm.

Horseback riding leaning on the inclined bridge, full of red sleeves.

Looking at the brightly lit flower building after nightfall, when she came here a few days ago she was someone else, this time she was herself, Feng Wuxi was for Hongxiu.

The practice of not marrying for her is too extreme. She is no longer the Feng Wuxi she was back then, and Hongxiu is no longer the simple girl who is good at piano music and doesn't understand anything.

She should have discovered it earlier, Hongxiu seemed to look at her not only in awe, but also in admiration.

It's just that at that time, there were eight hundred people who admired her if not one thousand, and the place where the fireworks flowed was the place she missed most.

Maybe it's on the bed of a popular girl in a brothel.

Feng Wuxi's arrival caused a commotion. It was not known how long ago she stepped into the Hongxiu Pavilion last time.

More people were surprised when they saw her coming, and as time passed, not many people recalled Feng Wuxi's playful and unruly appearance back then, but thought in his heart that it is possible that General Feng also came to talk to the girl.

No way, the imperial list has been out for so many days, no one in the capital knows the news that Princess Duanyang and Feng Wuxi were married by the Holy Majesty himself.

In order to let the people feel the joy of the emperor, there is another great news released together with the emperor's list this time.

Princess Duanyang is not suitable to see blood when she is going to get married, so the emperor pardoned the world, and all prisoners on death row were changed to life-long imprisonment, and the sentences of prisoners who were serving their sentences were halved.

This made everyone more aware of the Holy Majesty's love for Princess Duanyang, if His Majesty knew the son-in-law he personally selected for Princess Duanyang.

On the fifth day after the imperial decree was issued, he stepped into the red sleeve, and he walked in openly, without any cover-up.

The people present only felt a chill in their necks, whether they knew the secret of the royal family, would they be murdered to silence them?

In the Red Sleeve Pavilion, there are ordinary common people who come to have fun, and some are the sons and daughters of official families who love the warm, fragrant, soft jade and Jieyu flowers here.

The moment Feng Wuxi stepped in, everyone who found out subconsciously held their breath.

"Why did this killer come here?" In a box, the man who was hugging a woman in Tsing Yi froze, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Zhao Xiaoshi, what are you looking at again, um, why did the sound of the piano stop? Is the Red Sleeve Pavilion planning to smash your own signboard or is it not clean?" A bunch of friends.

The son of the servant of the household department has been Xiao Xiyu's follower for many years, and the usually arrogant Zhao Xiaoshi is very useful. This time, not only did he not praise him, he even patted him on the back of the head with his palm.

"Show me who it is before talking. If he finds out, don't say I can't save you."

Xiao Xiyu slapped him so that he leaned out of the railing, Song Yuyan lowered his head and saw Feng Wuxi standing in the hall like a crowd.

His legs softened, as Xiao Xiyu's follower, he was different from other people, when Xiao Xiyu and Feng Wuxi met, they would fight each other.

From reading and writing to practicing martial arts and doing things, they always want to overwhelm each other, and every meeting is full of sex.

This situation continued until Feng Wuxi left the capital. After Feng Wuxi left the capital, Xiao Xiyu was probably the happiest one.

Xiao Xiyu shouldn't be too comfortable these years without a person who robs her of women every day and always overwhelms her.

"Little son, what should we do now, now." Feng Wuxi left a deep impression on Song Yuyan when he was a child, and the impression of ferocity was deeply rooted in his bones.

Song Yu's words were a little awkward, and his calves were still shaking.

"What are you afraid of, bastard? He didn't see us. Besides, what is there to be afraid of Feng Wuxi? With her current status, it's not certain who is unlucky."

Xiao Xiyu's character is of the more frustrated and courageous type, so even though Feng Wuxi beat him a lot, he was afraid of Feng Wuxi, but when he was impulsive, he would do some thoughtless things.

Song Yuyan couldn't hold Xiao Xiyu who was fat like a ball when he was a child, but now he easily grabbed Xiao Xiyu who was about to run away, "Your Majesty, you must not take risks, have you forgotten that Feng Wuxi is the only one?" One who is not afraid of Old Prince Zhao."

"When he was young, he never showed mercy." Song Yuyan said euphemistically, after all, he finally persuaded Xiao Xiyu to watch quietly in the room.