Morbid pet

Three days later.

The emperor is married.

Changle is wearing a black and gold gauze skirt with a white jade-colored chest-length skirt inside. The golden shawl stretches from her wrists to her feet, stacked into a perfect arc, just like the smile on her face, perfect and contrived.

Originally, there was no need for such a big battle to welcome a concubine, but this concubine's background is not simple.

Empress Rong's younger sister——Rong Yi.

For this big wedding, Li Shi, the mistress of the Rong family, gritted her teeth and took Rong Yi under her own name. Now everyone thinks that this daughter raised in a deep boudoir is the second daughter of Prime Minister Rong's family, and they are both envious and jealous of her.

But she was born with a good color, smart and charming, her skin was so fair that only the emperor knew how gorgeous it was after being infected with lust.

With a perfect smile on his face, Chang Le strolled from the center of the dark ministers to the emperor on the dragon chair. In an instant, people's eyes turned from Rong Yi in the distance to Chang Le.

Everyone secretly thought, Rong Yi is the same age as Chang Le, so they don't know what kind of trouble will happen.

Changle has always seen the Rong family as displeasing, and it is only natural to mess up a wedding banquet.

Everyone thought so, and watched Changle really do this.

Chang Le saluted lightly in front of Li Tianren, with the still smile on her face, she said coquettishly: "Brother Huang is really good-tempered, the queen empress just came out of the cold palace, and gave a beautiful woman with great fanfare and red makeup Welcome back to the palace, if you don’t know, you might think that the Empress of Daming has changed.”

Rong Wei was sitting on the emperor's left hand. Logically, as a queen, she should welcome the new concubine for her husband.

Rong Wei smiled stiffly, but her voice was still steady and dignified, "Changle, don't mess around today." In one sentence, the point will stop.

Changle is not a person who accepts as soon as she sees a good deal. "The imperial sister is terrified. I don't know what the empress was thinking when she gave her own sister to the imperial brother with her own hands?" She deliberately bit the word "di" very hard. , This is undoubtedly the crackling of Rong's face on the field.

Rong Yi was sitting beside the emperor. She was wearing phoenix makeup today, she was dazzlingly beautiful, but she was soft-tempered, and she didn't know where her temper came from right now, so she pointedly accused: "Imperial sister, why do you want to vent your anger and take the blame? They all stabbed at me."

Chang Le turned his head to look at her this time, with a very puzzled look.

Immediately, a stern wind blew into a cold arc, hitting Rong Yi's face straight.

Snapped--

Chang Le slapped Rong Yi's face with a palm, she withdrew her hypocritical smile, and just looked at her coldly, the royal dignity that she had learned since she was a child burst out violently at this moment.

Chang Le: "Rong Yi, let's call you Concubine Wan. There is no place for you to speak here."

Rong Zhidong just rolled out of the imperial prison. Although he didn't train him, he was still full of hostility towards the royal family.

The newly promoted Concubine Wan is a sweet trap they sent to the royal family, just waiting for Li Tianren to take the initiative to bury herself in peace.

Rong Zhidong snorted coldly, watching his two daughters being beaten and scolded by Changle, his hatred for the royal family rushed to the peak again.

I saw him walking out from the ministers. He is Yuezhang today, and he was also wearing a bright red wedding gown. He had two small beards and a gray beard standing on his face. There was hatred in his eyes that could not be concealed. Lang said:
"His Royal Highness Changle, today is the day of the emperor's wedding, so I can't allow your little daughter to come out and interrupt. You are not the mistress of the house, and you can't help me if you want to teach others. For the sake of you being a princess, please let me know." You once, Your Highness, please respect yourself."

In a word, Changle's status will be trampled down.

Chang Le was not annoyed, she smiled, turned around and walked out, "Then I wish the emperor and Concubine Wan a happy wedding, and they will be together day and night."

Li Tianren was so angry that his veins burst out, he slapped the armrest of the dragon chair, stood up, pointed at Changle's leaving back and said, "You! Come, I will punish Princess Changle with a one-month confinement, and she is not allowed to go out unless there are special circumstances!"

Jin Yiwei Tongzhi Qin An stood at the right hand of the emperor, and immediately bowed his hands and said: "Yes!"

Xie Zhao was dressed in a dark green brocade robe embroidered with flying pythons. He held Qin An down, and then whispered to him, "I'm going to send His Highness Changle back to the platform. Dongchang will take good care of you this month." Her." He walked out quickly, and abruptly said to Qin An, "Don't worry about it."

Qin An stood there with a wry smile.

Xie Zhao quickly caught up with Chang Le, and he held Chang Le's exquisite and slender arm with his hand. A big hand was just enough to squeeze her big arm tightly, and it felt so soft and tender that it could break her arm even if he exerted force.

Chang Le looked back coldly, then looked down at his tightly held arm, "Let go!"

Xie Zhao sneered, "I will escort the princess back to the platform, and you won't be able to go out for a month after that, so you have nothing to say to me?"

Chang Le stepped on him, and said coldly: "If you don't go out, you don't go out. I can let all the young men from the Wangbei Tower move in, and coax me to play every day. Who wants to go out!"

Xie Zhao's smile froze on his face, he let go of his hand, and said succinctly, "No."

Standing next to him was San Geng. He was Xie Zhao's personal bodyguard and his personal assistant. He had great power. Seeing him basically meant seeing Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao turned his head to the third watch and said, "Wang Beilou went to find a few excuses, locked it up for me, and killed all the young men inside, and hung it at the gate of the platform, or directly on the tombstone of the platform. A few more graves were built nearby, and they were buried on the spot."

Xie Zhao turned his gaze back again, and said to Chang Le in front of him, "Let these young men turn into ghosts day and night after they die, and accompany His Highness."

Unexpectedly, Chang Le just smiled lightly, brushed her hair indifferently, and said slowly: "Yes, ghosts can accompany me forever, but people can't. The prince's method is really brilliant."

Xie Zhao wrapped Changle's waist with his arms, and Changle didn't struggle, the two just walked slowly.

This scene fell into the eyes of many palace people, but they would rather poke their eyes and say they didn't see it, than dare to make up any gossip about the two masters.

It seems that we are about to reach the platform.

Xie Zhao put down his hand reluctantly, Dian Cui and Die Shi immediately ran up from behind, and walked away with one arm supporting Chang Le.

Xie Zhao stood at the entrance of the platform and looked at the stone-shaped tombstone at the entrance for a long time. After a while, he sighed and turned to leave.

Inside, flower hall.

Changle is lying on the imperial concubine's bed, in front of him is a beautiful sea of ​​flowers in full bloom. This is the flower hall built by the imperial concubine when she was alive. After the imperial concubine died, it was abandoned for a long time.

Changle came out of the cold palace and was repaired again. In the past two years, some precious flower seeds have slowly produced flowers, and now they are very beautiful.

I don’t know how much better than Rongwei’s flower shop. She still has a small layout. She only grows expensive but easy-to-raise flowers. At first glance, the flowers are blooming like brocades, but if you look closely, there are always fewer top-quality flowers to attract people. beauty of.

Dian Cui came in with a pot of scented tea, poured it respectfully for Chang Le, and then backed out.

Soon she turned back again.

"Your Highness, Mr. Gongsun is here."