Happy day for the little general

1. At this moment, I am sitting on the wedding bed, with an ill-fitting red shirt over my regular clothes, and the wedding candles are crackling on the table.

On the big red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, lies the newlywed husband who is wearing the groom's python robe and who will die at some point.

Although the groom closed his eyes tightly, it could be seen from the knife-like outline that he was a handsome guy with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a whole body of righteousness.

However, being handsome is of no use. Whether this handsome guy will have a chance to open his eyes is still unknown.

I think that in the morning I was still listening to music and drinking with the dandy in the capital, talking and joking with this little general who married a man and his wife, and in the afternoon I became a freshly baked general's wife.

Well, how did all this bad luck happen?

2. The cause of the matter starts with my inconspicuous father.

On June [-]th, the old emperor's Longevity Day, my father, Old Prince Gu, would go to Beijing to celebrate his birthday every year.This year, our old prince ran away with his princess before entering Beijing. Such a big stall in Lingnan cannot be separated from people watching, so I discussed with my elder brother. He worked overtime at home, and I brought eighteen cars of congratulatory gifts and tribute packages. on the road.

The old prince didn't deal with the old emperor when he was young, and the old emperor drove my father to Lingnan as soon as he came to the throne. It stands to reason that my father is not treated well and I should be treated coldly, but I can't hold back my life.

When my mother gave birth to me 18 years ago, auspiciousness fell from the sky, and a hundred flowers bloomed. The eminent monk of Huguo Temple ordered him to say "the auspiciousness of the country". Several years earlier than my elder brother, I was made the king of the county and named Xiang'an, so even though I am not in the capital, the legend of me has always been circulating in the capital.

No, after I came to Beijing, my childhood playmates and friends of the same age I didn’t know invited me to dinner and play every day.

I don't know if it's because the capital's feng shui is bad, and the second generation of these officials raised is not as good as the first generation. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, they only know how to gossip.

Thanks to them, I heard a lot of gossip, such as the little general who was assassinated by a foreign race and has been unconscious until now, and will marry a man soon.