The festive red hijab covered An Zhisu's little face with mixed emotions, and she silently followed the matchmaker towards Prince Xiao's Mansion.
The plan to escape remains unchanged, but now there are many officers and soldiers, so it can only be postponed. And she still has to be a 'mute girl'. Maybe in this way, she can stay more peacefully in Prince Xiao's Mansion, where there are many places of right and wrong.
An Zhisu followed the matchmaker up the brazier and then up the threshold, and finally arrived at the worship hall. The originally lively hall became silent when she walked in.
This deathly silence reminded An Zhisu of what his sister An Xiaowen said before she got married, "Sister, you have to be careful and you must come back safely."
Looking at An Xiaowen's eyes that were about to shed tears, An Zhisu smiled and said, "It sounds like I can't come back. Don't cry, sister, it's okay."
"Sister, you have been seriously ill and have forgotten what happened before. Naturally, you have never heard any rumors about Yue Qiguo." An Xiaowen choked up and explained, "There are two things about Yue Qiguo that can make people change their expressions, one is a ghost, and the other is
It’s the Seventh Prince Luo Xiao…”
The wedding silk in his hand moved slightly, recalling the wandering god An Zhisu. The coolness coming from the wedding silk made An Zhisu swallow his saliva. Could it be that Luo Xiao was a ghost?! Otherwise, how could he be so miraculous?
Why are my hands so cold?
"We bow to heaven and earth, and we will love each other from now on." The matchmaker shouted loudly, which sounded like a reminder to An Zhisu. Before she could bend down, the maid next to her forced her to bend down and bow to heaven and earth.
"Two bows to the high hall, thanking the emperor for his great kindness."
In modern times, this maid must be a good player at throwing thousands of balls, but she just made the resisting An Zhisu worship her a second time.
"The husband and wife bow to each other and send them to the bridal chamber."
'Wait a minute, I can't marry a ghost and stage a ghost marriage.' An Zhisu thought and couldn't help but open his mouth.
"Wait!" the woman's clear voice sounded one step ahead of her.
"Manmei, don't make trouble!" A low and pleasant man's voice came from the man next to An Zhisu.
An Zhisu's brain was running rapidly, guessing that this woman called Manmei was here to disturb He's marriage? Ha, that was exactly what she wanted.
"Why don't you let me make trouble? If my sister is still alive, will she be the seventh princess today?" Xu Manmiao said angrily, and walked to the opposite side of An Zhisu angrily, "You are a mute, you are not worthy of my brother-in-law.
!" He suddenly grabbed An Zhisu's red hijab, raised his hand, and dropped it to the ground.
An Zhisu hid the smile in his eyes, raised his eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him who was about fifteen or six years old with bright eyes. This woman was wearing a pink skirt and took advantage of her better figure. Her skin was like gelatin.
Her oval face was inlaid with a pair of beautiful, watery eyes, and her red lips were pouted, showing her anger.
"You mute, get out of the palace!" Xu Manmiao waved her hand and slapped An Zhisu's fair cheek hard. In an instant, five red fingerprints appeared on An Zhisu's cheek.
An Zhisu thought that the woman in front of her had hit her as the Seventh Princess, and everyone should hold their breath nervously, thinking that everyone would be shocked, but she heard the snickers and felt the eyes projected from all directions, conveying two
One word, you deserve it!
"Are you okay?" The man asked in a spring-like voice. There was no nervousness or concern, but at least there was no mocking tone, which made An Zhisu feel warm in his heart.
Turning her head, she looked at the man beside her, her mouth closed in surprise for a moment. The handsome man in festive red robes in front of her looked like a character coming out of a comic. His hair was as black as ink, and his deep eyes shone with a sharp light.
, his sculpted lips pursed slightly, and you could vaguely tell that he was in a bad mood, but his handsomeness was not what surprised An Zhisu, but because he was not sitting in a wheelchair, but standing upright before her