The prince's wedding blind box is very sweet

On the main road of Changning Street in Hongwu Kingdom, today the gongs, drums and firecrackers blare, and the whole street is covered with a festive red carpet. At this time, the streets are lined with flowers and crowds, and it looks very lively.

Today is the wedding day of Prince Xiaolin of the Prince Lin's Mansion, and the streets of Changning are already crowded with people from the capital who came to watch the excitement.

Seeing the welcoming team of the Marquis of Wu'an coming out of the Prince Lin's mansion, the scene was so spectacular that the common people couldn't help but be surprised by the royal family's extravagant style.

"Hey? Didn't this Lord Lin refuse to marry according to the decree a few days ago?" Some people wondered.

"I heard that the Marquis of Wu'an is going to be given a marriage. This prince is still thinking about committing suicide by throwing himself into the lake. He hasn't woken up after lying down for several days. Why did he suddenly change his mind?" Several common people on the street began to discuss in low voices. .

"What's so strange about this?" A peddler next to him came over and said, "This Lord Lin is also suffering from qi disease, and everyone says he can't survive a weak crown. A man in Hongwu Kingdom's situation can only find a martial artist." The man who got it got married. I think Marquis Wu An is a suitable candidate, he is a great general with great military exploits, I guess Prince Lin has figured it out too."

"That's what I said, but I heard that Prince Lin already has a sweetheart, that's why he opposed the marriage like that before, as if he fell in love with a scholar from Xuanwu Academy?"

"How can a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken compare with our Wu'an Marquis? Maybe the one in the academy is also a sick scholar. Look at the rich and powerful children in this country, nine out of ten are sick." Someone said. laughed.

"You all guessed wrong." A young man came up behind him and said in a low voice: "It is rumored that His Majesty believed the slander of the demon national teacher, saying that the fate of Prince Lin collided with the fate of the country, so that the southwestern region was allowed A severe plague broke out, and he was destined to be unfit to marry, so the emperor ordered this marriage, and the prince, as a subject, naturally did not dare to disobey the imperial decree."

"Shh, keep your voice down." The faces of the few people turned pale, and they carefully looked at the team in front of them, and reminded: "Where did you hear this? Don't let the guards in front hear it. Those are all imperial guards in the palace. You If this word reaches the national teacher's ears, he will be beheaded!"

Regarding the matter of the national teacher Qingyu, the common people have always tacitly avoided it and never talked about it. After all, the national teacher has a weird temper and a vicious person. Now he has all hands and eyes. Anyone who dares to criticize him may be condemned or thrown away. killed.

The discussion here is still going on, although it is submerged in the noisy human voice and the sound of gongs and drums, but the handsome man in the bridegroom's wedding dress on the tall horse in front of him can clearly hear it.

After all, he is a martial artist, Gu Muchen has deep inner strength and sharp eyesight. He immediately glanced at the crowd, and those people immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to speak again after seeing this cold gaze that could not be ignored.

Gu Muchen's expression was stern, and there was no joy on his face. He had been stationed in the Northwest Military Camp all year round, and he never thought that one day he would receive such an absurd decree asking him to come back and get married.

And he married a man, thinking of this made him feel depressed and very unhappy.

Seeing that the team was getting closer and closer to Marquis Wu'an's Mansion, Gu Muchen's face became more and more gloomy. He couldn't help tightening the reins in his hand. He glanced at the gorgeous sedan chair behind him, and then there was something in his eyes. Contains a murderous intent that others cannot see.

He didn't care if it was the national teacher's conspiracy or not, but he actually put a "trash prince" beside him as an eyeliner... He snorted coldly to himself, and then looked away.

He thought, since it was these wretches who took the initiative to come to the door, why didn't he just play with them?

Sitting in the sedan chair, Xiao Lin covered his head with a red hijab, sitting calmly with his eyes closed, turning a deaf ear to the bustling scene outside, not even interested in taking a peek outside.

It looks like a stone statue in sedation on the outside, but the thoughts in my heart are drifting far away.

He was deceived by that hypocrite Guoshidang Su Yan in his previous life, and died once from the pain of physical torture. Even if he was reborn, he would never forget the pain and hatred that bastard left on him!

As for committing suicide by throwing himself into the lake, it was an accident. After receiving the decree of marriage, he drank his sorrows with alcohol. When he was drunk, his feet slipped and he accidentally fell into the lotus pond in the courtyard, so he lay down for several days.

After rebirth, he was obviously much calmer than in his previous life. He didn't make any more noise, didn't make any more resistance, and didn't go to Su Yan to tell his heart, but calmly obeyed his will.

He can clearly see the current situation in the imperial court, where the parties are united against each other. The officials of the imperial court are all under the control of the national teacher. This person is confused.

He, a powerless and powerless "trash lord", can't compete with the National Teacher Party. If he doesn't agree to this marriage, he might be made a big fuss and charged with disobedience.

Xiaolin sighed, it's a pity that his sweetheart who never forgets, even now he doesn't even know his name.

Originally, when the academy came back that day, they were planning to invite a matchmaker to propose a marriage, but they did not expect to be issued such an absurd imperial decree halfway through, coupled with the persecution they suffered later...

As a prince, his fate was manipulated by a national teacher who deceived the public with lies, and he still felt dissatisfied. Now he doesn't even know what that Marquis of Wu'an looks like.

Because the Empress Dowager was in poor health, only Xiaolin's uncle was the elder who came to see her off this time. Before he got married, he inquired about the life story of this future husband, Marquis Wu'an from his uncle.

At present, we only know that when the Nanyang people invaded the Central Plains from the port of Wu'an County in the south of the Yangtze River, the general army of the South of the Yangtze River was defeated and asked for support. At that time, Gu Muchen's father was fighting at the border, so the old Hou asked his son Gu Muchen to lead the army Go for reinforcements.

Gu Muchen went out with his father since he was a child, and started to lead the army at the age of 15. At the age of 17, he already had a wealth of combat experience, and soon drove those foreigners back to Nanyang Kingdom.

Having become famous in this battle, Gu Muchen was ennobled as Marquis of Wu'an. After his father resigned from office, this young Marquis succeeded his father in guarding the border. Now he is already a great general with outstanding military exploits.

Xiaolin thought of being led into the sedan chair by someone just now, and felt the thin calluses left by the person who had been wielding guns and swords all year round in that person's hand. The generous palm was very warm, and the fingertips were a little cold. Take a peek at someone's face.

Just thinking that Gu Muchen is still two years younger than himself, and he is still a great general with great martial arts skills, so it seems that he, who is dubbed a "trash" prince, is not worthy of others.

Bah, bah, bah, you can't belittle yourself, anyway, you are still a nobleman.

It is said that in the bitter cold area of ​​the Northwest border, those who join the army are all ruthless and blood-drinking. Xiaolin wondered if this Marquis of Wu'an would also be a tall, mighty, rude and incomprehensible man.

After thinking wildly like this for a while, he covered his stuffy chest, and his obsession with that white-clothed scholar became more and more intense, what should I do...

My king's begonia flower under the pretty man...

This king's elegant and dignified little scholar...

Is it too late to regret now?

Until Xiaolin, who was not in the state, entered the Hou's mansion in a daze, finished worshiping in a daze, and was placed in the wedding room in a daze. The ups and downs of regret calmed down a little.

He lifted off the obstructive hijab on his head, and kept fanning the cool breeze beside him. Although it was getting late into autumn, he was still bored and a little irritable.

Xiao Lin's bright phoenix eyes looked around the room. Compared with ordinary wedding rooms, the layout here is quite magnificent. The inner hall is spacious and comparable to his palace. This condition at least does not insult his status as a prince.

The dowry servant is Chen Feng, who has been with Xiao Lin for many years. He is busy packing up his things. When he saw the package in his hand, Xiao Lin wondered, "What is that?"

According to Xiao Lin's uncle Wen Master's instructions, Chen Feng put the package on the bedside, and when someone lifted the hijab, he saw that delicate and fair face was made more beautiful by Da Hongxi.

Chenfeng was stunned for a moment, and came over to help someone put the hijab back on: "It's what Master Wen told me before he left the house, and said it was a necessary item for the consummation of the house...My lord, you have to wait for the groom official to come before you can take it off, otherwise it will be unlucky Yes, quickly build it, Lord Hou should be here soon."

Xiaolin let others put the red hijab on his head again, but he still opened the front half, and fixed the tip on the jade crown on his head. Hearing what he said behind him, he remembered that shitty national teacher who talked about it, and hated it. He waved his hand and retorted: "It's all heresies and fallacies spread by rumors, so there are so many broken rules."

Chenfeng knew that the prince was dissatisfied with the marriage, so he could only use the original words of the master Wen, and tried to persuade him earnestly: "My lord, listen to my advice, since you are married, you can live a good life with the marquis in the future, and don't worry about it. That young man in white at the academy. Although you disdain co-cultivation and only want to find someone you like, you must first think about your own body and the empress dowager who is worried about you."

It's good not to mention this matter, but when Xiaolin mentioned it, he felt panicked, Xiaolin sighed helplessly, waved him to leave, and Chenfeng left after cleaning up the house.

In fact, the so-called "co-cultivation" method was proposed by the master of the dynasty in accordance with Taoist ethics, saying that it can replenish men's essence and suppress Qi diseases, because men in this country are generally sick and short-lived, and they only practice martial arts with satin body The men in this class will not be disturbed by this disease, and now those rich and powerful want to find a man with deep internal strength and high martial arts to practice together.

It sounds absurd, but many people in this country are following suit, and the effect is surprisingly significant.

This is also one of the important bargaining chips for the national teacher to quickly win over people's hearts in the court and win the trust of all officials.

Xiaolin stared at the dragon, phoenix and red candles on the table in a daze, the clusters of golden flames jumped from his bright eyes, after a long time before the groom came, he began to feel bored.

He flipped through the contents of the package next to the pillow, and saw that there were strangely shaped jade wares and picture books inside, as well as some exquisitely patterned bottles and jars. If something happened, he knew what it would be, and his face was burning with shame.

At this time, someone opened the door and came in, and a gust of draft brought the smell of alcohol on that person into the room.

Xiao Lin was so frightened that he subconsciously stuffed the package under the pillow, quickly put down the red hijab, and hurriedly sat up straight with his back straight.

He didn't feel anything before, but now Xiaolin felt the cramped feeling of his heart beating faster, and he didn't know whether the stagnant feeling in his chest was due to nervousness or uneasiness.

Seeing the pair of black brocade boots appearing in his field of vision, and the man standing in front of him, he held his breath before someone lifted his hijab.

When she saw that face, Xiao Lin's eyes widened in shock: "It's you?!"

[The author has something to say]: Qi disease is a disease of the respiratory system. I remember that the eldest grandson queen of a certain dynasty had this disease...