Pseudo master, she just wants to live

No one expected that this year was an early spring, and the thick snow soon melted away, and the bare old trees in and around the city even sprouted green buds earlier than in previous years.

Even the apricot blossoms in the yard are in full bloom, and the branches are clustered in clusters, which is very gratifying.

Fang Yao pushed Jiang Shi to bask in the sun at the door, and Erya led Dabao, Xiaomei and their younger children to play in the yard.

In the room, Li Fugui and the others were too busy to touch the floor.

The day before yesterday, Fan Chen personally delivered makeup buns, golden hijabs, boots and other things, and today the family members of the woman have to go to the man's house to shop.

This is also the wedding custom of Daxiang.

It is said that it is the man's house, and it is less than half a mile away.

After Fan Chen granted the title of King Qin, he naturally sealed the mansion, and the mansion of King Qin was across the street from the courtyard.

But even so close, Fang Yao hasn't seen Fan Chen for more than two months.

Daxiang has just survived a hundred years of catastrophe, and his vitality has not yet recovered. Just after the Spring Festival, Fan Chen takes the initiative to take up the important task of disaster relief and helping the people, and often does not return home for ten days in a row.

"A few days ago, King Qin had been in Ziyang County, two hundred miles away from the capital. Unexpectedly, the things were delivered before dawn the previous day."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Mrs. Jiang said with a smile, "He waited at the door of your house for quite a while, trying not to wake you up."

Fang Yao naturally knew that after waking up, she found a letter in the room, which Fan Chen had slipped in through the crack of the door, and there was a sour poem expressing lovesickness in it, which amused her.

After the music was over, my heart was sweet again, and I felt sorry for the sullen child.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the day of her and Fan Chen's marriage.

This day was an auspicious day after she quietly told Fan Chen her birth month.

Fang Yao originally thought it was a bit fast, but I heard that it was a very rare and good day.

Although people can't be superstitious, she doesn't mind asking for a good start.

Besides, some things in this world are really mysterious.

The old imperial doctor in the palace once said that Jiang Shi might not be able to survive the cold winter. She didn't believe in evil, so Fan Chen asked Fan Chen to find the old imperial doctor who was good at headaches to help Jiang Shi do acupuncture, and then use decoction to recuperate Jiang Shi's condition. No further deepening.

Since last month, the sun has been getting warmer. Not only has Jiang survived, but her complexion has also improved, and she can see some light and shadow in her blind eyes.

Fang Yao was afraid that something would come back, so she specially invited the old doctor and Dr. Cui, and finally felt relieved after receiving good letters from several doctors.

Not only that, a few days ago, many people in Kyoto were weak and sick. When the weather warmed up, many people did not need medicine and gradually recovered on their own.

There were ministers flattering in the court, which was caused by Daxiang's century-old auspiciousness and the joy of the prince's marriage.

Fang Yao privately thought it had something to do with the climate.

She had seen it wearing a mask, and the dark miasma floating in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sun that had been blocked before was finally able to show her face from time to time.

The alternation of yin and yang, and the changes of the four seasons are on the right track, and everything in the world will come back to life.

However, these are just her guesses.

"Second sister, look at this..."

Squinting her eyes, Mrs. Jiang took a rolled up booklet from her pockets, fumbled and stuffed it into Fang Yao's hands. …

Fang Yao came back to her senses, she didn't even look at the cover carefully, she opened it quickly and saw a... well, super difficult pose.

Hearing her voice flipping through the booklet, Jiang Shi was both anxious and amused, and said softly: "I haven't finished talking yet, you have to read this in private, it should be of some help to you tomorrow night."

"..."

Fang Yao blushed, and A Wu Niang, who was not far away, happily walked over with a wild goose in her arms. She quickly rolled up the booklet and stuffed it into her inner pocket.

"Master, what are you looking at, why are you blushing?"

"..."

She looked at A Wuniang's face of a thief, and immediately understood that the little old lady asked the question knowingly, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

The next day.

The whole of Kyoto is lively and peaceful.

The marriage of Daxiang's only prince was naturally celebrated by the whole world, and the emperor issued an order to pardon the world.

Ten miles of red makeup, the team is huge.

The streets were full of people rushing to watch the excitement, and everyone rushed forward, just to catch a glimpse of the legendary most beautiful man in the capital and Princess Qin, and feel happy by the way.

At this time, it was the Spring Festival, and in the restaurant facing the street, many scholars who came to Beijing to take the exam gathered on the second floor.

"If you ask me, King Qin is really stupid, to give up taking a concubine for a woman."

"I heard that Princess Qin is so skilled that even the savage seventh princess in the palace is afraid of her! Marrying such a jealous woman, even if she wants to take a concubine, it will be difficult..."

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, the young man by the window who had been burying his head in drinking suddenly yelled loudly, startling everyone.

The man was dressed in simple fine clothes, his handsome cheeks were flushed, but his voice was clear and cold.

"Concubine Qin has been born and died several times with King Qin, and she has been in too many county annals. She is the only woman in Daxiang who has become a first-class wife without relying on a man! What right do you have to talk nonsense here!"

The originally lively and noisy second floor was instantly quiet.

The scholars looked at each other in blank dismay, completely confused about the origin of this person.

Suddenly, someone shouted excitedly outside, "Here we come, King Qin and Princess Wang are here!"

The drinker immediately got up and looked out the window, and the others didn't dare to say anything, they silently gathered around the carved railing next to the street.

In front of the welcoming team below, the suave and suave King Qin was wearing a purple gold and jade crown, dressed in a nine-python red robe, riding a tall horse, with a beaming smile on his face!
Everyone was envious.

In the eight-person sedan chair with no barriers behind him, there sat Qin Wangfei wearing a phoenix crown on her head, wearing a blue Zhai gown with nine flower hairpins, and half covering her face with a gold silk fan.

Although those scholars tried to say some demeaning things, one by one poked their heads now, hoping to take the opportunity to see the princess's demeanor.

"Oh, the princess seems to be here!"

"Those eyes... really, really beautiful!"

In the corner, the young man who was drinking quickly retreated to the window, and did not leave the money for the drink until the mighty welcoming procession had gone away, and left slowly...

evening.

The Palace of the Prince of Qin was brightly lit and full of voices.

Under the eaves of the front hall, there is a long strip of bright red lanterns.

Walking on a green carpet, straddling a saddle, sitting in a tent, paying homage to a married couple, throwing a tent into a bun...

Fan Chen watched Fang Yao's small red face getting closer and closer, with the intoxicating fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, he felt his throat a little dry and tight.

"The bridegroom hasn't drunk the wine yet, everyone is already drunk..."

The ceremonial officer's teasing voice came from the top of his head, and the relatives and friends around him even laughed out loud.

Fan Chen's face was slightly red, and he quickly drank the wine glass.

"Yaoyao, I will come to you again in the evening, in the evening."

"Good~"

Fang Yao was smiling, and when Fan Chen and her relatives and friends finally went out and left her alone in the bedroom, she instantly fainted.

Tired, really tired, very tired!

It's more tiring than fighting the plague monster!
Getting up early in the morning and having people dress up for nearly two hours, and then following the wedding procession around the capital, until arriving in the Qin Palace in the afternoon...

She was holding her posture, unable to shake freely, unable to eat or drink, and her skeleton was stiff.

Just now Fan Chen left with a face of reluctance, but in her heart she was very unconscionable looking forward to him leading him out quickly...

There were a lot of fruits on the bed. She had just crushed two walnuts with her bare hands when the door that had just been closed was gently pushed open again.

Dabao and the younger sister were carrying snack boxes respectively, and their small bodies nimbly squeezed in.

Fang Yao's eyes lit up.

"Auntie, King Qin gave you this."

The two dolls obediently put the food box on the table, and Dabao took the little girl who was mouthing candy, slipped in and went out.

Fang Yao's heart warmed, and she carefully opened the food box.

Fragrant roast duck, crispy Sixi meatballs, and sweet white fungus soup.

Although there are not many varieties, there are many portions.

After Fang Yao had eaten and drank enough, she listened to the joyful noises outside, and leaned her head gently on the side of the bed.

Unexpectedly, she was married.

To be with someone I could never have imagined before.

Red curtains of hibiscus, dragon and phoenix candles, the dim light of the fire in the dim room.

Is this... real?

It seemed that the mellow aroma of the cup of wine was too strong, she rubbed her heavy head, murmuring in a trance.

"what happened?"

A pair of warm palms gently wiped away the wetness from the corners of her eyes. Fang Yao raised her head and saw the person's face clearly, only to realize that it was Fan Chen who had returned.

His black eyes were full of worry, his face was full of self-blame, and he said in a low voice with a little panic: "Yes... did I do something wrong?"

"Tell me, is all of this just a dream of mine?" Fang Yao couldn't help poking her lips slightly, "As soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamed that I was going back..."

"no!"

Fan Chen quickly held her hand, feeling that it wasn't enough, he hugged her tightly again, and completely locked her in his arms, "This is not a dream, we are married, and you are my wife, you can't go anywhere!"

He said, lowered his head, and gently covered Fang Yao's lips...

And inside the big red box beside the bed, the masks and booklets shining with golden light also gradually dimmed.