Chapter 45 The Date of Marriage

On June 19, it is appropriate to get married.

On this day, only 13 days have passed since the assassination of the King of Qin.

The sun outside the window is as warm as ever, and the sound of cicadas will never sound tirelessly.

Murong Xun sat in front of the bronze mirror in a big red wind dragon wedding dress. Her eyebrows were finely traced, her face was rubbed with rouge, and her lips were dotted with vermilion. She should have been happy, but there was no joy on her body. Mo's hair had not been coiled up, and she hung straight behind her back. Her eyes were cold and cold, and her whole body also exuded a sense of indifference.

Step by step, she is moving forward according to the plan, but now, the first step of her plan is about to succeed, but why is there no trace of joy in her heart?

Where does that faint trace of compassion come from? For whom?

Drop your eyes and glance at the dragon and phoenix bracelets on the dresser, the ink jade comb, the jade Ruyi, the glazed cup... These are all the things that have been appreciated in the palace, but everything is so familiar. On that day many years ago, it was also like today!

At that time, she was the daughter of the king of southern Xinjiang who simply held heavy soldiers. He was a elegant prince, a golden boy and jade girl, a match made in heaven... The more beautiful the appearance, the more bloody the reality was hidden, which was so unbearable and hurtful.

"Combed to the end, white hair and beautiful..." Mother Chen gently picked up the hair behind Murong Xun, combed it, and said auspicious words in her mouth.

Murong Xun turned around slightly, held Chen's mother's hand, and whispered, "Mother Chen, why am I not happy at all?"

Mother Chen touched her head and said kindly, "Miss, you have been wronged! The king of Qin, you will definitely be blessed with the sky!"

"It's not this, it's not this..." Murong Xun shook his head. "Mother Chen, you don't understand, it's not this, I'm just afraid..." He was afraid of her. Thinking of this idea, Murong Xun couldn't help laughing at himself. At this time, what is she still afraid of? Can there be a worse situation?

"Woth girl!"

Murong Xun turned his head and saw Shangguan Zisang's serious expression and looked at her deeply.

"Mother Chen, you go down first!"

After Chen's mother went down, Murong Xun looked up at Shangguan Zisang and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Shangguan Zisang stepped in front of Murong Xun a few steps, half knelt down and stared at her and said, "It must be the Prime Minister who forced you. You actually don't want to marry the King of Qin, right?"

Before Murong Xun replied, Shangguan Zisang said again, " girl, I'll take you, I'll take you away, okay?" Don't marry the king of Qin, you, me and my brother. We will be together forever. You don't know. My brother has been waiting for you for so many years. It's not easy for you to come back. How can you not want your brother?

Shangguan Zisang's eyes gradually turned red, and his eyes gradually filled with tears. He looked at Murong Xun with pleading, " girl, you can't, you can't forget your brother!" Although I once hoped that you could give your brother the least harm, I still hope you don't hurt your brother. He has suffered enough. Don't hurt him anymore!"

Murong Xun was stunned, "He... has been waiting for me?"

Shangguan Zisang nodded heavily, "It's been eight years, and my brother has been waiting for you for eight years!"

Murong Xun waved his hand, and his mind was a little confused. If it was as Shangguan Zisang said, Shangguan Zixuan was waiting for the real Murong Xun, but the real Murong Xun was dead eight years ago.

She is not Murong Xun. She is Nanchuyi. She is Nanchuyi who died with hatred in Zhuyan Palace eight years ago!

"Please! Girl, please, don't let your brother get hurt again! Let's go, let's leave Chang'an, and we don't care about anything!" Shangguan Zisang hugged Murong Xun's legs, twitched his red nose, and looked at her expectantly.

Murong Xun looked away and looked at the sunlight coming in from the half-opened window, showing its brilliance as if he didn't know the warmth of the world.

She stretched out her hand and leaned into the sunlight, reflecting that her hands were white and transparent.

The warmth of the sun melts in the palm of my hand, but who is feeling the warmth? Is it Nan Chuyi? Or Murong Xun?

Things are unpredictable, and they make fun of people.

Murong Xun suddenly got up and looked at the front indifferently, "Xiao Sang, it's auspicious time!"

Tears fell from Shangguan Zisang's eyes and slowly stood up. Murong Xun found that he was not wearing the white clothes he liked today, but a blue shirt. The sun shines on his green shirt, which is a little sad, but his expression is hidden in the shadows and can't see any emotion.

As if it had been a long time, he slowly walked to the door step by step. When he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at Murong Xun, "Then I wish Miss Murong and the King of Qin a hundred years of good relationship and grow old together!" His smile was as bright as ever, but it seemed to be missing something.

Murong Xun held his hand on the edge of the dressing table and looked down at his shadow on the ground. The phoenix crown on his head was like a ghost, showing an exaggerated range.

Will you meet few people in your life?

Who on earth owes whom?

"Miss, it's auspicious time. It's time to get on the sedan chair!" Yan Yu came in and held Murong Xun, "Why is Miss in a daze?"

Murong Xun sighed gently, "Bear the cover!"

The sedan chair of the Qin Palace was parked at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and was greeted by Zhao Hui, the close guard of the Qin King. Murong Hua took the eldest lady and sent her to the door. This is the first time that Murong Xun has seen the first lady since the last incident. Her expression was a little numb and seemed a little haggard and old, but she still maintained her usual dignified and virtuousness, but when she looked at Murong Xun, she showed a faint and sharp hatred.

After getting on the sedan chair, Murong Xun was directly carried to the Qin Palace.

Due to the hasty arrival of the wedding, there are only a few days to prepare, so it is not very luxurious. However, the rewards in the palace are transported to the Qin Palace one by one, and the gifts of officials and soldiers from all sides are also continuous.

After getting off the sedan chair, the matchmaker handed over the red silk, but the other end of the red silk was led by Zhao Hui. Murong Xun's eyes were blocked by the cover. He couldn't see the road clearly. Yan Yu supported her all the way.

Yan Yu looked at Murong Xun with some doubt and asked, "Why is that Zhao bodyguard holding a rooster?"

Murong Xun frowned. Zhao Ling was unconscious and could not worship, so he was replaced by a rooster!

Zhao Che did not attend the wedding, but the imperial concubine De, the prince's biological mother, came to the abbot of the wedding.

The wedding was also extremely simple. After Murong Xun and the rooster worshipped, he was helped to the bridal chamber. Because the King of Qin is still seriously ill, he has lost a lot of red tape.

Everyone dispersed, and Murong Xun sat alone at the head of the bed. She opened the cover by herself and looked faintly at Zhao Ling, who was still in a coma. She gently picked the corners of her mouth. She remembered that the last time she married Zhao Che, she was tossed into the middle of the night by various etiquette.

She took off the cover and put it on **, and she walked to the window. Although she had tried to be as simple as possible, she still tossed for a day. At this moment, the sun was like blood in the sky, and the twilight gradually spread out.

Murong Xun gently leaned against the bed, looking at a large number of spacious new houses. Except for a pair of dragons and phoenix candles on the case, there is no feeling of new marriage. The plain room and decoration are always according to Zhao Ling's preferences. Everything is simple. Except for the necessary furniture and accessories, there is no extra trace of fatigue. It's a cir.

** Zhao Ling's body was covered with a red mandarin duck quilt, which made his face more and more pale.

After the door was knocked, a girl in purple clothes pushed the door and entered. She blessed Murong Xun and said, "My maidservant Ziyue has seen the princess!" After a few steps closer to Murong Xun, she lowered her eyes and said, "Princes, it's time for the senior doctor and the prince to treat her!"

Murong Xun's eyes moved gently and raised his eyes. Seeing that Shangguan Zixuan entered with Ziyue, he carried the medicine box and went straight to the bedside of the king of Qin to treat his pulse.

Murong Xun sat aside and quietly waited for Shangguanzi's diagnosis and treatment.

At this time, Yan Yu came in with a pile of snacks, walked to Murong Xun's side, and whispered, "Miss, I haven't eaten for a day. Let's eat something first!"

Murong Xun waved his hand and motioned Yan Yu to put down the things first. He picked up a piece of hibiscus cake and tasted it slowly.

After a while, Shangguan Zixuan finished changing the medicine for Zhao Ling. He tidied up his clothes and turned his back to Murong Xun. He said faintly, "Half of the toxins in King Qin's body have gone. As long as the remaining toxins are completely removed, the King of Qin will wake up. The princess doesn't worry!"

Murong Xun's hand paused, and there was a faint bitterness in her heart. She didn't know who it was. She smiled and said, "Shangguan's magic doctor is worried. Please take care of the injury of the King of Qin!"

Shangguan Zixuan nodded, "If the princess has no other instructions, the subordinate will leave first!" His tone was very light, as if he were treating a stranger.

Murong Xun sighed silently in his heart, "How about the person Yuzhi asked you to treat last time?"

Shangguan Zixuan finally looked up at Murong Xun, but there were many elements of forbearance, pity and unwillingness in his eyes, and finally turned into a sigh.

He was wearing a light yellow brocade robe today, but it was no longer the old jade tree in the wind. He looked like he was crushed by his mind. He bit his lip. He stepped on the first few steps and whispered in Murong Xun's ear, "Don't care about it in the future. Do you know that his friend's injury is not an ordinary injury... But Neng Yuzhi didn't know it, but he was involved in it, but I don't want you to be involved in this matter again!"

Murong Xun's eyes sank, "But it implicated you!"

"Don't worry about me, I have my own way!" Shangguan Zixuan said in a low voice, "It's better to stay in the royal palace recently. Don't go there. Chang'an, I vaguely feel that something bad is about to happen!"

His amber eyes are still like spring sun-like care. Murong Xun squeezed his lips. This man, no matter how much bitterness is in his heart, always gives his most sincere care to others. He is Shangguan Zixuan. He has not changed... He will never change.

With a soft smile, Murong Xun said, "I know!"