Dressed as a short-lived cannon fodder

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All this is a foregone conclusion.

Naturally, no one dared to disturb Princess Zhaoyang's cave.

Xie Fushu was sitting on the east side, and Princess Zhaoyang was sitting on the west side. Hearing the mother's festive voice, they made food and wedding ceremony according to the etiquette.

Afraid of disturbing the peace of Princess Zhaoyang, the nuns quickly retreated and closed the door gently, leaving only two girls, Yiyu and Yaoqin, standing outside the door.

Xie Fushu's palms were already sweating, the room was quite quiet, the rustle of falling trees could be clearly heard from the wind blowing outside the window, she held her breath and did not dare to breathe out.

Princess Zhaoyang chuckled: "I never blocked a car, never took a green house, and never paid homage to my uncle or aunt. I have wronged you."

Xie Fushu breathed a sigh of relief, and she responded softly: "What's wrong with this?" If you follow these etiquette and customs, you don't know how much trouble will be added.This time of getting married, I was really exhausted.She stopped talking, Princess Zhaoyang also fell into silence, and the room fell silent again, filled with vague embarrassment.

The big red candles were burning, and the flames danced gently in the wind.

The autumn moon is in the sky, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floats into the house, which is strong and refreshing.

Xie Fushu heard Princess Zhaoyang's light cough, got up and closed the window, and then turned to look at her.

Under the candlelight, Princess Zhaoyang's complexion was as bright as peaches and plums, and her loving eyes were like waves of autumn water.She is pale and indifferent on weekdays, but today, under the backdrop of her wedding dress, she is a little more charming.Xie Fushu watched Princess Zhaoyang distracted, and waited until the word "son-in-law" with a smile came to her ears, she got excited, walked towards Princess Zhaoyang with a blushing face, and said in a low voice: "Princess Just call me by my name." The word "son-in-law" is really strange.

"Lingyi." Princess Zhaoyang said suddenly.

"Huh?" Xie Fushu was taken aback for a moment, but soon understood.Princess Zhaoyang's name is Li Lingyi, and the invitation she sent to the mansion earlier was signed with these two characters.

Two newlyweds must not be separated.Xie Fushu's gaze fell to the bright red mandarin duck brocade quilt, and a word suddenly appeared in her mind, she quickly withdrew her gaze and dismissed the idea.

Sleeping together, Xie Fushu is naturally very disciplined. Chuī extinguished the candles, and there was only a faint light in the room, which penetrated through the window screens.Xie Fushu was not as comfortable as Princess Zhaoyang, he kept his eyes open until midnight and never felt sleepy.The person beside the pillow breathes lightly, but his body is as cold as ice.Xie Fushu was startled when he accidentally touched Princess Zhaoyang's hand, and when Princess Zhaoyang traced the heat source and rolled into her arms, he dared not move at will.

With the backing of the Princess Mansion, it should be able to save a lot of trouble, right?What about Princess Zhaoyang's illness?Could it be possible to really watch her die?Xie Fushu's mind was in a mess, she thought about many things.

Gradually, her eyelids became heavy; gradually, she was also shrouded in drowsiness.

Xie Fushu originally thought that there were more rules in the Princess Mansion than in the Hou Mansion, but when he woke up at midnight, he realized that there were no rules in the Princess Mansion, and everything was decided by Princess Zhaoyang.

When she woke up, Princess Zhaoyang was already up.

The dresses and dresses were neatly folded on the small couch at the side, and the wedding dress was casually hung on the screen, swaying gently in the breeze.

The agarwood in the Baoya stove is lingering, and the fine sunlight and mottled tree shadows are projected on the window screen, which has a special flavor.

Xie Fushu blinked his sleepy eyes, propped himself up, and the girls on the side immediately greeted him with bright smiles.

"Miss, no, uncle, and it's not, son-in-law—" Yiyu yelled indiscriminately, then turned to look at Yaoqin with an innocent face.

Yaoqin chuckled lightly and said: "Our princess has given orders, so call the county master."

Xie Fushu lazily got up while being served by the little girls. After washing, she asked, "Where's the princess?"

Yaoqin pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Painting in the yard." Their princess loves Danqing calligraphy, and she can't stop it at all.Fortunately, in recent days, her body has not been so weak.It's just——Yao Qin thought of the imperial doctor's words, and immediately felt heavy and depressed.

Xie Fushu saw through Yaoqin's mind at a glance, and she asked, "Did you take your medicine this morning?"

Only then did Yaoqin put on a forced smile, and replied, "Drink it."

Princess Zhaoyang mainly paints, and the servants of the mansion will naturally prepare things.

The wind was a bit cool, but the weather was fine, and the sun was warm on my body, driving away the coldness.

Xie Fushu stood in the distance, quietly looking at Princess Zhaoyang, who was painting with her head bowed, and a timidity and bewilderment suddenly appeared in her heart.What about after getting married?what to doNoticing that Princess Zhaoyang looked up, she smiled and called out: "Princess."

Princess Zhaoyang nodded slightly, and said to her, "Come and have a look."

Xie Fushu walked over and glanced at the rice paper. It was a picture of "Phoenix Yu Fei", but it was obvious that the painting was more exquisite and detailed, and the expressions of the characters were even more lifelike.

Princess Zhaoyang smiled and said, "How?"

Xie Fushu: "..." Are you worthy of your teacher like this?

"Fushu is not satisfied?" Princess Zhaoyang stared at Xie Fushu, chuckled lightly, pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree beside her, and said, "Let me draw a portrait of you."

The princess spoke, how could Xie Fushu refuse?Xie Fushu was also afraid that Princess Zhaoyang would paint her face in "Feng Yufei", so she hurried to stand under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.The girls not far away are picking sweet-scented osmanthus, planning to dry them to make pastries, tea or wine.Xie Fushu looked left and right for a while, and then his eyes fell back on Princess Zhaoyang.Her illness was not cured, she put down her pen and coughed lightly from time to time, Xie Fushu tried to stop her several times, but was stopped by her eyes again.After a moment, and half an hour, Princess Zhaoyang finally put down the pen and said "OK".