Chapter 30 Wedding Night

"I don't learn!"

"When did I ask you for your opinion?"

"I don't..."

This kind of dialogue starts every day.

Every time, the spiritual beauty, no, is a spiritual villain, will be lazy to lean on the edge, and her lips are slightly raised: "Teaching assistant..."

Then, a girl holding a teaching whip jumped in front of her in three or two steps. Her round eyes were naive and harmonious, but her tone was urgent: "How many whips this time?"

Who is this dead girl who is called a "assistor" by spiritual practitioners?

Spiritual practice only said, 'How about when she learns the water sleeve dance, I will teach you all the dances I have learned in my life?' When the man heard the words, his eyes did not blink, and he immediately turned against each other.

I don't know how Tanglin, who is usually five or three thick, has such a feverish about dance art. He goes to Huanxi Hall every day and finds all kinds of strange reasons to deceive me out of Lanying and others and forcibly send it to the spiritual practice.

"Ayou, you can get the spiritual master's unique skills, but the third life is lucky to mutter, so you don't know the blessing in happiness!"

It's called "it doesn't hurt to stand and talk"! If it were you to try: you have to tie two iron sandbags on your legs for ten hours every day, and you have to throw away the water sleeves for 10,000 times every day, and then there are a thousand kicks and squatting for half an hour...

I can't ask others for help, because...

Ling Xiu smiled charmingly, leaned closer, twisted my ears, and exhaled like Lan: "You can tell others that I asked you to learn to dance, but I don't know which one is more interesting than the content of your secret letter with Han Qing, such as the 'Day of Gathering' mentioned in the letter."

I opened my eyes and looked at her incredulously. My secret letters with my father were transmitted by the most reliable people. Even the omniscient emperor's uncle could not know, but she even knew the content. Who was she?

"Don't guess anymore. You should know who I am. You should know it when you know it. Just practice dancing at ease."

So, no matter how much I resist and struggle, I just dare to try my mouth.

Spiritual cultivation is really a strange person. Sometimes it seems that I can't hide anything from her. I was afraid that I would steal the iron sand bag for half an hour when I was tired in the Huanxi Hall. The next day, she punished me to kick a thousand more legs and lightly threw a sentence, 'If there is another time, kick me 10,000!'

But she, who seems to know everything, is ignorant of other matters in this palace, no matter how big or small, such as the death of my mother, and the famous Duxian concubine. She was actually surprised: "Which is the virtuous concubine? What does it look like? Do you still have a princess?"

As a result, I became an absolute scapegoat on that day. I, who had always dared not steal An, was stunned and was ordered to shake my sleeve 20,000 times. As soon as I raised my objection, Tang Lin, the "teaching assistant" who was eager to try, was called over.

The next day, Tang Ying saw that I didn't even have the strength to lift the pen. She shook her head and sighed, "What a plaything is lost."

I couldn't say anything. I turned around and stared at Tanglin fiercely. She spread her hands and had nothing to do with her. She was innocent.

The full moon night finally came as scheduled in everyone's expectation. After working hard for a long time, I finally had a day off to congratulate the prince's concubine.

Today's East Palace is silent, covered with red makeup, drums and music, fire trees and silver flowers, so lively.

It's rare that I didn't join in the fun and let Lan Ying clear a gift list of some precious things I brought from Ruyang, but Xiuxiu couldn't find anyone after using the evening food. I guessed where to listen to the gossip.

The clear moon is speechless, and the lonely night is waning.

At that time, quiet Xia Wei followed with a dim yellow glazed lamp, and the two of us slowly walked along the winding path washed away the dust.

Isn't it to marry the imperial concubine? No matter how serious the matter is, the chariot that picks up the daughter of the Zhao family can only enter through the side door at dusk. I don't know if it was subconsciously. When I wandered to the palace gate, I was unexpectedly meeting her car.

The car is not allowed to enter the middle door, and there is a prepared soft sedan waiting there.

"Please get off the car and change the sedan." The sharp voice of the palace people is particularly harsh in the empty night.

There is no movement in the car.

"Please Zhao Liangdi again."

For a long time, the rustling sound came, and the curtain was lifted, but it was not the bride, but a little maid about twelve or three. She looked frightened and trembled and said, "Mama Zhang, Mama Zhang, come here quickly."

A seemingly capable middle-aged M Mother quickly rushed out of her entourage and got into the car: "What doesn't know the rules, I don't see where it is..." Then she got on the car and suddenly hoarse.

I couldn't help leaning over curiously. The palace man who knew me quickly saluted. I put my head at the door and came to the front of the car, but the curtain opened again with a "swish". I and the people who came out were shocked.

"Oh, which one? I'm scared to death." It was the previous M Mother who patted her chest and cursed in a broken voice.

"Bold! Can you also bump into Princess Chang'an?

"Chang'an?" After being reminded, she immediately fell to the ground trembling and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Highness, there are a lot of you, please don't look like me, a broken-mouthed woman, damn it, damn it..."

"Um~~" I dragged the long ending: "What's going on? How about Zhao Liangdi?"

"Nothing, nothing." Her voice trembled: "It's just that she's a little embarrassed. I think she's been tired these days, so she helps Liangdi get out of the car."

"That's it." I nodded and made way.

Hey, at this point, what's the use of anger? Please take good care of it in the future. Thinking of Tingyu, who didn't know where she was, couldn't help but panic.

With the help of the little maid, the bride finally went out of the car door. The floating elixir on her head covered her face very tightly. Because she was not the imperial concubine, Zhao Qianjin could only wear a crimson wedding dress, but it was also extremely grand. The complicated clothes made her stagger.

It was very difficult for her to get into the sedan chair, and the curtain of the sedan chair was hurriedly put down, as if she was afraid of missing the time. The palace people urged to get up the sedan chair and hurried to the east palace. I watched the soft sedan chair gradually move away until it was completely swallowed up by the night.

A long time later, when I recall this passage, I always wonder if I was more curious about the end at that time, would the final outcome be different? But this is all a later story.

"Princess, the night is as cold as water. Go back early to rest." For a long time, Xia Wei persuaded softly.

I woke up and walked back silently.

The dim glazed lamp was swept away by the autumn wind, and the shadow hitting the wall also swayed with the ghost. When I was about to arrive at Huanxi Hall, Xia Wei suddenly jumped to the front to protect me and shouted, "Who? Who is there?"

I looked sideways, and a group of curled things leaned against the wall and blocked the roadside.

"It's me."

He fell to the ground and pedaled to the light, his eyes were red and his face was full of stubble. If I hadn't heard the slightly hoarse voice, I would have hardly recognized it. It was His Royal Highness the prince who should have been in the bridal chamber.

I hurried forward to hold him. He leaned over and smoked with alcohol.

"Prince, what about you?"

"Prince? Prince Shi! Haha..." He leaned his hand on the wall, and leaned on my shoulder on the other side: "When the two major blessings of life were named in the golden list, the wedding night of the wedding room, our big man's prince was proud of the spring breeze in the East Palace at this time."

I invited Xia Wei and dragged the prince to the nearest room with her. But he was extremely uncooperative, "Then who am I?" The prince grabbed my clothes and said, "Ayou, who am I?"

"You, oh! You are my brother." I had an idea: "It's the brother who is with Tingyu."

Sure enough, he nodded with satisfaction, and then released me, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered softly, "Tingyu, Tingyu..."

Suddenly, he seemed to be a little sober, and suddenly turned his head and looked at me: "Ayou, give me Hanguang."

I really don't know whether this man was drunk or not. When I agreed to his proposal, he didn't need help and staggered back to the Huanxi Hall with me. Lan Ying, who came out, was also surprised to see us in such a situation. I motioned her not to ask more questions and quickly set up the Yao piano.

The prince was invited to the couch. Xia Wei took out a pile of quilts and put them behind him, and made a cup of hot soup to serve him drink. The palace attendants were sent out, and I found that there seemed to be one missing person and asked, "Oh, hasn't Xiuxiu returned yet?"

Lan Ying was putting up the incense burner and replied, "I came back early and fell asleep. My face was red. I'm afraid I felt the wind and cold. Do you want me to call her to come?"

"Of course not, but can you call a medical officer?"

"She said no, just take a rest. It should be fine. Princess, don't worry."

I'm going to see her tomorrow. There is still a big problem to deal with.

"Is it ready yet?" The prince leaned on the bed and kept urging.

"All right." After cleaning my hands, I sat by Yaoqin.

I haven't played for a long time. I'm afraid that my skills are strange, and I brewed a little before I started.

Unexpectedly, it was more convenient than when I practiced diligently.

"There are trees in the south, I can't stop thinking..." The prince's voice followed the sound of my piano. At that time, Qingyue was slightly hoarse, but more touching.

"Han is so wide that you can't swim and think about it. Jiang Zhiyong is unthinkable. I don't feel it.

For a long time, the hall was silent, and several people were stunned and thought about it.

Suddenly, there was a slight choking sound. I turned my head, and the prince slid to the ground and covered my face with his sleeves. The sobs gradually turned into mourning, and Lan Ying and Xia Wei retreated.

"Brother..." I called softly.

"My father threatened me with court jade and forced me to marry Zhao. I don't want to, I don't want to."

"Ting Yu left a letter before leaving, and he actually wished me a hundred years of good together and always together! Haha, always get together... If your heart is gone, how can you get married?

"How can he be so cruel? Is this the 'hundred years of mutual trust, life and death' we made together?"

......

I let him vent his emotions hysterically, stopped talking, and played Han Guang again. Over and over again, the pain in his fingers did not stop.

Unexpectedly, a shadow quickly flashed out of the inner hall and rushed to the prince, "Bang..." and slapped him heavily.