Chapter 72 wedding date

Yu Lingxi didn’t want to go to **** with Ning Yin.

There are so many beauties in the world, wind, flowers, snow, moon, and mountains and rivers. She wants to walk through it with Ning Yin, and live the shortcomings of her previous life to perfection.

But Yu Lingxi was still a little bit angry, not only because of the arrow that shot at her shoppingmode brother, but also because of Ning Yin’s paranoid temperament, she didn’t intend to expose the matter.

“In the future, I will often report to my family that I am safe and tell them that I am fine here until the world is in chaos four days later.”

She took the opportunity to make a request and told him: “If you are worried, you can open and read the contents of the letter, but don’t stop him, do you know?”

Ning Yin expressionless, pinched her waist.

“Almost there.”

With a relaxed laziness in his voice, he smiled softly, “An ordinary person will have their tongue pulled out when they talk to this king like this.”

Yu Lingxi snorted, turned around in his arms, put the spices, red beans and paper notes scattered all over the couch back into the sachet, tightened the drawstring to tie an elegant knot, and hung it back on Ning Yin’s belt superior.

“I will only give this once, you have to keep it well.”

She was wearing thin clothes, and just now she went out to blow the wind again, and her fingertips were slightly red from the cold.

Ning Yin didn’t answer, but raised her arms slightly, and said in a low voice, “Come into your concubine’s arms.”

Yu Lingxi faced him face to face, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Ning Yin immediately embraced her into his arms, unbuttoned her skirt with one hand and held her hand against his chest, warming her fingertips with the hottest heartbeat in his body.

The cold palm was suddenly pressed against the heart, the chill was biting, it must be uncomfortable.

But Ning Yin pressed her palms tighter instead, and smiled lowly, stuffing her chest, making half of Yu Lingxi’s cheeks go numb from the shock.

He slowly stroked Yu Lingxi’s hair, imprisoning her with his body, and the heat from his heart made her fingertips curl up slightly.

The day before the big wedding.

Ning Yin still went out early and returned late as usual, when she was busy, she could not see anyone all day and all night, and when she was free, she would call her to accompany her to cook tea and meditate, as if she had forgotten the marriage between Xue and Yu, which was bestowed by the emperor.

From the sudden death of Concubine Hui, the adoption of the little prince less than one year old to the empress, the subordinates have been coming and going to report the affairs of the court, and they have been talking about the transfer of officials at Yushitai. Marriage related.

Yu Lingxi picked up the pen to moisten the ink, and could only comfort herself angrily: “Let’s see who can’t calm down first.”

She wrote a letter to her family, informing her family that everything was fine, and that the arrangement of the wedding and wedding hall should be carried out as usual, so as not to be caught by others.

After finishing writing and drying the ink, she folded the family letter and handed it to the attendant outside the door, went back to the house and lay down on the couch, letting go of her hands.

After a cup of tea, this family letter was in Ning Yin’s hands.

He rested his fingers on his temples, looked at the thin page of letter paper, and paused for a while on the line “Wedding and wedding arrangements, proceed as usual”.

Several trusted subordinates were silently waiting for orders.

Since the palace change, there have been countless vacancies in the DPRK and China, and there are many fat jobs from the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of War. But Ning Yin was the first to bury the chess pieces, but it was Yushitai’s speech officer.

What he sees is not for the benefit of the moment. If he controls the Yushi Taiyuan, he can shoppingmode control the direction of the court.

After an unknown amount of time, His Royal Highness King Jing folded the letter paper slowly and ordered: “Let the people at Yushitai prepare the memorial.”

Kunning Palace, Cui An bowed and entered the palace.

Seeing that the queen was coaxing the little prince to sleep on the couch, he took the comb from the maid’s hand and combed the queen’s hair slowly.

The baby in the swaddle was not yet one year old, and he didn’t know that he no longer had a mother, so he slept soundly.

The queen sat up calmly, raised her hand slightly and directed the servants to leave the palace.

Cui An then reported slowly: “Madam, the newly appointed Liu Yushi left home in official robes two quarters of an hour ago, and is about to enter the palace to face the saint.”

The queen glanced at the slanting light cast on the remnant snow outside, and said: “At this hour, what does he have to report?”

Cui An replied: “It is said that he has some unfavorable evidence against Xue Youxiang in his hand, but I want you to take action…”

“Send a letter to Xue’s family, so you and I don’t have to go through this muddy water.”

The queen’s blank eyes fell on the sleeping baby, and she asked, “What happened to the concubines who were pregnant in the Eastern Palace?”

“The emperor read that he was pregnant with Liujia, but he was not executed, but confinement in the Yeting Palace. Now the pregnancy is almost full term.”

Cui An paused, and Fang continued, “When a child is born, it will be a slave for generations.”

“Since this is the case, there is no need to give birth. In case His Majesty thinks about it one day, he will feel blocked.”

The queen patted the little prince’s swaddle, Gujing had no way out, “Let’s deal with it.”

In the West Mansion of Yu Mansion, servants are hanging red silk happy characters.

Seeing Xue Cen come to the door, Yu Huanchen was a little surprised.

Whether it’s the seemingly incompatible relationship between the two families, or his current “fiancé” status, he shouldn’t come to the door at this time.

Xue Cen lost a little weight, but he was still elegant and handsome, and he only said one sentence: “Achen, how is the second sister?”

Yu Huanchen’s heart tightened, almost thinking that Xue Cen already knew about Yaomei’s stay at Prince Jing’s Mansion.

But soon, he dismissed the idea.

Xue Cen’s eyes looked clean and gentle, as if he hadn’t heard from Yu Lingxi for so long and couldn’t help but worry about her.

“Sui Sui is fine.” So Yu Huanchen replied.

Xue Cen breathed a sigh of relief, and said again: “Can I trouble Achen to tell the second sister for me, can I have a brief chat with her?”

Of course not!

“Meeting at this time is not suitable for etiquette. Tomorrow is the wedding day…”

Speaking of this, Yu Huanchen gave a subtle pause.

He knew very well in his heart that there might not be any wedding date tomorrow, but only an earth-shaking chaos.

Silly Sui Sui’s heart is attached to the Seventh Prince, and it is for him to return, and it is also for him to escape.

But Xue Cen didn’t know anything, he just frowned slightly, and then made a concession.

“I was the one to be abrupt. But Achen, I hope you will take good care of your second sister for the past two days. When I came back from Prince Jing’s mansion that day, I was restless and always worried that something might happen to her.”

He smiled, and said in a gentle voice, “I hope I’m thinking too much. She’s in the general’s mansion, so there will be no accidents.”

“Ah Cen…” Yu Huanchen was in a complicated mood.

His friendship with Xue Cen for more than ten years, from the dislike of “a scholar meets a soldier” when he was a child, to talking about everything when he was a teenager and an adult, no one knows what kind of person Xue Cen is better than him.

He is too clean, living under the protection of three generations, so clean to the point of being silly. This was originally what Yu Huanchen admired the most. Such a person has no scheming and will not disappoint his sister.

But until now, Xue Cen still naively thinks that there is a way to get the best of both worlds, and no one will be harmed.

Yu Huanchen understands Xue Cen’s innocence, but he will never forgive Xue Cen’s family. This is his bottom line.

“nothing.”

Seeing Xue Cen’s suspicious gaze, Yu Huanchen changed his tune and said, “Sui Sui is safe, don’t worry.”

“Achen.”

For some reason, Xue Cen suddenly had an impulse and almost blurted it out.

He swallowed his throat and asked for a long time: “No matter what happens in the future, are we still friends?”

Yu Huanchen thought for a moment and said, “Of course.”

Xue Cen nodded, saluted earnestly, and then turned around and walked towards the carriage.

In the carriage, Xue Cen closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, clenched his fingers.

At that moment just now, he really wanted to confess that his elder shoppingmode brother and Cui An participated in the “disaster food” case, but when he thought of his grandfather and father, he swallowed the words abruptly.

After a moment of bewilderment, a heavier self-blame swept over him, and he felt ashamed of himself for being despicable.

At night, the wind mixed with snow particles fell, and the house was full of red silk and festive.

When the rooster crowed at five o’clock, Xue’s mansion became busy. Numerous maidservants came and went, with the fragrance of melons and fruits, organizing the most grand wedding in the capital in recent years.

Xue Cen stayed up all night, and the neat red wedding dress on the wooden frame had a light golden luster in the candlelight, and the auspicious bird and auspicious clouds on the skirt were lifelike.

Immersed in this beautiful and festive dream, he briefly let go of his worries, took a bath and changed his clothes seriously, and went to the hall to receive the teachings of his grandfather according to the ceremony.

Passing by the study room, I heard Father Xue’s low-pitched scolding sound coming from inside.

“Failed?”

he asked, his voice sterner than ever.

“There are many eyes and ears on the street, and our people didn’t stop him.” The hoarse voice clearly belonged to shoppingmode brother.

Xue Cen couldn’t help but stop.

There was silence in the study for a long time before my father’s voice came: “Go and find out who is behind this.”

“No need.”

The grandfather’s hoarse and old voice sounded, with rare fatigue, “Erlang has already married, and I should give up my old bones. Sooner or later, the foundation of the Xue family will be handed over to these two young people.”

Then the door opened, and Xue Youxiang, dressed in official robes, walked out slowly, leaning on a cane.

Xue Cen immediately stepped aside and said respectfully, “Grandpa wants to enter the palace?”

Xue Youxiang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, “Yes.”

“The grandson is very happy today, what’s the rush…”

“It’s none of your business.”

Xue Youxiang interrupted him: “The only thing you have to do is to marry the second girl Yu into the door smoothly, and don’t disappoint the emperor’s love.”

Xue Cen watched his grandfather board the car and enter the palace, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Fortunately, in half a day, he will be able to marry his beloved.

He doesn’t expect the love of his second sister, but if only power can protect the one he loves, he is willing to learn how to be an official, work hard to become strong, and respect and protect her for the rest of his life.

This is what he owes her.

The day of the big wedding.

Maoshi, before the court meeting.

The emperor had a headache overnight. First, people from Yushitai jointly impeached the Xue family for having a close relationship with the deposed prince, and then General Yu entered the palace to make a statement, asking to be relieved of his military post to accompany his family.

How could the emperor break his own arm and allow Yu Yuan to resign and return to the land?

Just when he was suffering from a headache, he heard the message from the servant: “Your Majesty, Xue Youxiang is kneeling at the outer hall and begging to see you.”

Xue You was of an ancient age, and it was freezing cold, how much compassion did the emperor have, he gasped and coughed a few times, and Fang said lazily, “Xuan.”

Xue Youxiang got wet on his knees, and his beard and hair were stained with ice and snow. As soon as he entered the hall, he knelt tremblingly while leaning on his crutches.

He touched his forehead to the ground, kowtowed his head and said: “The minister is old and feeble, and it is difficult to hold a high position. Now I take the initiative to resign my old age and return to my hometown. I hope Your Majesty will allow me!”

As soon as these words came out, the emperor’s heart sank.

From this point of view, the fact that the Xue family secretly made friends with the deposed prince is probably true, and those letters that were not burned in time are definitely not fake.

Xue Youxiang, an old fox, wanted to abandon his car to protect his pawns, and voluntarily abdicated in order to preserve the official careers of his two grandsons.

Thinking of this, the emperor let out a long sigh.

He has been in power for more than 20 years, but in the end he is loyal but not loyal, treacherous but not treacherous. Almost everyone lied to him, turned their backs on him…

Could this be God’s punishment for him?

…

Yu Lingxi was the one who stayed up all night.

It was broad daylight, was there any movement from Ning Yin’s side, and she hadn’t returned all night.

Today is her wedding day, she is going to marry Xue Cen!

Yu Lingxi turned over forcefully.

Even if Ning Yin didn’t make a move, the Yu family would never let her marry blindly.

However, Ning Yin is different.

At Chen Shi, it was the time to dress up and put on the wedding dress, Ning Yin finally came late.

As soon as Yu Lingxi heard the news of his return home, she got up and went to the study in search of the sound.

Seeing her entering the door, the subordinates tacitly clasped their fists and retreated.

Ning Yin was wearing a big cloak, and his face was soaked with coldness that never went away all night. He was burning an unknown document into the brazier.

The flames jumped, and he stroked a familiar jade carving in his hand.

Yu Lingxi stood alone for a while, and couldn’t help but sit opposite him, saying in a low voice, “Today is my wedding day, but you tore my wedding dress.”

Ning Yin looked up at her.

The more Yu Lingxi thought about it, the more wronged she became, and she frowned: “You have to pay me!”