Su Ranhua slowly straightened up and glanced at Ximen Zhe again. She could feel the strong pain and anger on the face hidden in the shadows.
Ximen Hao got into the carriage silently. The carriage did not move and was quiet without any instructions. Su Ranhua guessed that it was probably because he was returning home, so Ximen Hao asked her to get in the carriage with him?
So, he withdrew his gaze and got into the car.
"drive!"
Without any warning, with a sharp shout, the carriage started running at full speed.
Su Ranhua was caught off guard and kicked his foot in the air, leaning forward involuntarily. He wanted to do a somersault and avoid the fall, but he immediately thought that using Kung Fu in front of everyone would definitely cause trouble, so he cruelly let his body
It fell heavily to the ground, just like Ximen Hao's intention.
At the same time, Ximenzhe also ran to her side.
Ximenzhe punched the ground hard and squatted beside Su Ranhua with an annoyed look on his face. If his kung fu were better and his speed was faster, he could hold Su Ranhua back and prevent her from falling.
"Hey, kid, get out of the way!" the honor guard following the carriage shouted loudly without recognizing Ximenzhe.
Just as Ximenzhe was about to fight back, his fist that was pressed hard on the ground was tightly held by Su Ranhua. This feeling was like being held tightly by his mother and concubine in times of crisis, which made Ximenzhe's heart skip a beat. He stretched out his other hand.
, pulled Su Ranhua up.
Su Ranhua stood up and quickly let go of Ximenzhe, moving away from him at an unfamiliar distance.
"Go! Get out of the way!" The guard of honor pushed Ximenzhe.
Su Ranhua glanced at Ximenzhe, shook her head gently, turned around and chased the carriage parked in the distance. This time, she got on the carriage smoothly and sat in the corner.
After King Bei's honor guard returned home and followed the carriage away, discussions broke out among the onlookers.
Ximenzhe stood in the noisy road, following the carriage with gloomy eyes until the last trace disappeared. The life of the young man in his prime began to be stained with traces of ink.
Ximen Hao was sitting in the carriage with an expressionless face.
The stepping and dodging just now made Su Ranhua know how cruel Ximen Hao's heart was hidden under his expressionless face. He couldn't help but blame Ximen Zhe for being young and rash and causing trouble for her again for no reason.
Although she knew that Ximenzhe was worried about her and waited outside the Beiwang Mansion, if she continued to have such "concern", her life would be even more difficult.
Sitting in a narrow space with Ximen Haoxiang added a suffocating coolness to the already thin air.
Everything last night was just a beautiful dream, and now we are real.
Su Ranhua turned aside from Ximen Hao and looked out of the car through the window. A prosperous ancient street similar to the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival was clearly displayed in front of him, full of life, and his silent eyes couldn't help but show a bit of brilliance.
"The Prime Minister's Office has arrived!" "The North King and the North Princess have arrived!"
Two loud shouts followed, followed by the crackling sound of firecrackers.
Although this return has been delayed for a long time and will be forgotten for a long time, it is no longer a formal return ceremony. But after all, it is the first time for the newly married princess to return to her parents' home. The Prime Minister's Office, which received the news in advance, is still prepared for the grand ceremony.
many.
Su Ran got excited, leaned out first, and jumped out of the carriage.
"Huh?"
Under everyone's surprised and puzzled gazes, Su Ranhua squatted down skillfully.
"Yi, did the King of the North really use Su Ranhua's paintings as a footrest?" When seeing Su Ranhua's actions, Su Ranqing couldn't help but whispered to Ximen Yi.
Ximen Yi, who had been preparing to watch the theater for a long time, took Su Ranhua to the Prime Minister's Mansion first. The two of them stood hand in hand, waiting for his imperial brother outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.
It seems that the news of entering the palace yesterday has spread throughout the capital. Even Su Ranqing knew about it, and everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion must have known about it.
However, Ximen Hao was even more outstanding than Su Luocheng expected. He actually did not let Su Ranhua go and demonstrated without any scruples in front of his Prime Minister's Mansion and in front of him, the Prime Minister.
As if he had not heard Su Ranqing's whisper, Ximen Yi's eyes fell on Su Ranhua, and then he was startled, and his whole body froze.
When he saw Su Ranhua groveling indifferently, making a footrest for Ximen Hao, letting him step on his thin body without mercy, and got off the carriage, Ximen Yi's upright body seemed to have taken root.
The heavy, fixed gaze on Su Ranhua showed surprise, disbelief, and deep regret.
The seemingly thin woman in front of her had a bit of fortitude on her plain face, and a stubborn forbearance in her slightly raised eyes. That kind of confident confidence seemed to be in tit for tat with Ximen Hao's coldness, a ruthless person.
Trampling, a stubborn support, is like a complementary combination, but also like a fierce collision.
Women can bring pleasure to the eyes and happiness, but the shock brought by Su Ran's paintings is something Ximen Yi has never seen before.
The complicated things in Ximen Yi's eyes gradually faded away, his stiff body softened, and his expression began to return to normal. He glanced at Su Ranqing beside him, the vase-like beauty and the Su Ranhua who followed Ximen Hao calmly and silently.
In comparison, it seems really bland.
Sensing the strange gaze, Su Ranhua raised his eyes and looked up. In an instant, he met Ximen Yi's already calm eyes.
Facing Su Ranhua's eyes, Ximen Yi's eyebrows curved and he smiled softly, as if his breath was full of natural charm, showing his enchanting charm.
Su Ranhua frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and turned his attention to the woman clinging to him. She had a charming face, beautiful almond eyes with a hint of arrogance, graceful eyebrows, plump red lips, and beautifully decorated hair.
, dressed luxuriously.
Looking carefully, it seems that the eyebrows are somewhat similar to hers. Su Ranhua thought, if the guess is correct, she should be Su Ranqing, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who is also his sister.
Meeting Su Ranhua's gaze, Su Ranqing's playful smile became even stronger, with a sense of pride and ridicule reaching her eyes.
Su Ranhua turned a deaf ear and focused on the man next to her. Who was he?
Based on his close relationship with Su Ranqing, there is no doubt that he should be the Southern King Ximen Yi, but he - Su Ranhua turned to Ximen Yi again, and saw that his eyebrows were smiling even more crookedly.
Su Ranhua's hands couldn't help but tighten, and he hid them in his sleeves. He quietly fiddled with the golden needles in his sleeves, and cast a sharp look at Ximen Yi, just like the golden needles scratching his smile. Quickly, no one noticed, except
Ximen Yi read the information accurately.
"Second Emperor Brother, the princess is here to be pampered. If you do this, Mr. Su will be very distressed."
When Ximen Hao approached, Ximen Yi had already retracted his gaze, brushing past the embarrassment in Suluo City, and spoke first.
"To favor, you must have a reason to favor. Mr. Su knows it well, right?" Ximen Hao turned to Su Luo City and asked with a smile as if nothing had happened.