marry a foolish concubine

The weather in April is still a bit cool, and the overflowing sunlight spreads on the endless official road, extending from the official road all the way to the woods on both sides of the market entrance, casting a dense and riddled gap, erratic and blurred.The breeze rolled up a touch of coolness, but it couldn't blow away the endless red.

The glaring scarlet blue wave silk and satin undulates along the street, rippling a trace of girlish feelings, and also mixed with a touch of desolation, which is inexplicable.The red silk passed through the prosperous market from the endless official road, until it entered the gate of the official residence where the most prominent official of the Northern Crane Dynasty, Prime Minister An Fang, lived.

Two majestic stone lions sit on both sides of the tall and wide mansion gate, wearing red and hanging colors, and their piercing lion pupils seem to have the magical effect of oppressing the evil spirits and ghosts in the sky. Standing in front of them, countless guests are fascinated by the majestic two lions. Deterrence!

The red carpet was laid all the way to the hopeless end of the prime minister's mansion, and the red lanterns were hung all the way, red everywhere, bright, enchanting, and there was a sense of coldness in it!

Ten miles of red makeup is nothing more than that!

This is the royal family, and it is the supreme honor bestowed by Prince Xian. It is rare to see such a big ostentation. Early in the morning, along the official road all the way to the gate of the prime minister's mansion, there are constant congratulations and crowds.

Some people lamented, some envied, some despised, some worried, and some regretted.

Everyone in the Northern Crane Dynasty knew that the prime minister of the dynasty was the jewel in his palm, and the eldest daughter An Chuyi was married to the second, but most beloved grandson, Prince Xian as the princess today.Settling down, squeezed into the royal relatives from now on, skyrocketing, power, prestige, and even the growing ambition will eventually reach the peak!

However, Prince Xian and An Chuyi, who were originally childhood sweethearts, were separated for two years because of the damn war. Prince Xian invited an order to go out, and personally led an army of 30 troops to the outside of the Great Wall. A tough guy, nicknamed the King of Hades with a bloody face.

However, the beauty stays alone, the youth is fleeting, and the prince of Xian misses the root of the love buried in his heart more and more. For two years, they looked at each other and could not see each other's sky. The division went north and returned to the fertile soil.

"Xian, you really didn't tell An Chuyi first that you..." The melodious male voice uttered a trace of evil charm in the galloping gorgeous carriage, and the golden and luxurious brocade curtains were swept away by the passing wind Raised, revealing a pair of slightly slanted peach blossom eyes, the narrow slits of the pupils revealed a hint of evil light and surprise.

Who would have thought that the blood-faced Hades, who killed people ruthlessly on the battlefield without blinking an eye, would have such a childish moment?His teasing voice was cut off by a deep and charming male voice.

"Tell her I'm fine?" There was an imperceptible joy in the cold voice, the curtains of the gorgeous carriage were slightly lifted by a slender hand like jade, and a ray of sunlight came in, reflecting on the man's smile. On the squinted slender pupils, there was a strange reflection of the golden light flowing in those eyes, and the enchantment was blurred.

"Yes, if An Chuyi knew that you were healthy and not disabled, she would definitely marry you happily. Although she will marry you now, she should be crying so much now!" The man said evilly. There was obvious schadenfreude in his voice, he leaned lazily against the slightly shaking car wall, his eyes flickering.

The long and slender hands hesitated for a moment, then lowered the curtains, and opened a pair of slightly squinted star eyes, sharp and cold, but turned into innumerable tenderness in the next moment, and the voice was almost inaudiblely gentle: "If she loves me, Even if I am dying, she will happily marry me."

"Oh?" Junmei raised his tone in a slightly unkind tone: "You purposely made your injury a big one, saying that you, who are permanently disabled, are trying to test her love for you?"

This incident was just an accident. He returned home like an arrow, left the large army, and embarked on the road to her alone. On the way back, he was besieged by thousands of dead men. Under the tactics, he was exhausted from the battle, covered with scars, and dying. If Huang Ziyuan hadn't arrived in time, he would really have returned to his hometown.

Jianmei frowned slightly, Beitangxian's eyes were deep, and after a while, his thin lips curled up into a perfect arc, and he slapped the shoulder blade of the peach blossom man next to him, with a firm tone: "Ziyuan, I believe her!"

Three words, simple and neat, no doubt!Their relationship lasted seven years. They were childhood sweethearts. She had waited for him for two years. From the young age of 18 to the unmarried one, a simple arc wasting a woman's most beautiful youth, but she was willing to have no regrets. Thinking of this Beitang's heart is as sweet as drinking honey, and he knows himself.

Huang Ziyuan's whole body was shocked. He had never seen such a confident Beitang Xian. That dazzling smile was like a flash in the pan, but it was true. , as wise as the old man's Beitang Xian so determined?

Bei Tangxian, the god in the hearts of all the women in the Beihe Dynasty, he is perfect, handsome, godlike, and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The man with the most conditions and the most caring heart, however, he guarded a little girl like this. From 13 years old to 20 years old, seven years, this 23-year-old grandson of the emperor has had only a handful of women!

The carriage was galloping, with only the galloping horseshoes kicking and the shafts creaking. Along the way, the mighty welcoming team followed the ten miles of red makeup personally promised by the Prince Xian, and quickly approached the beautiful lady waiting in the boudoir.

The prime minister's mansion is all bright red, but there is no joyful atmosphere in the bright red. The living room is full of voices and congratulations, but at the moment the backyard of the prime minister's mansion is depressing, with faint crying and cursing.

With a bang, a middle-aged man in a blue robe with a dark gold beast on his chest and behind him kicked a good pear blossom wooden chair to pieces. Disappear.

"Who can give this old man an explanation!" It wasn't a question, but a questioning, aggressive, deep and oppressive majestic voice that made everyone in the hall tremble.

The middle-aged man turned around abruptly. On a face with Chinese characters without a beard, the two thick eyebrows were covered with snow-white, and the corners of his temples were also mixed with hoarfrost. His pair of tiger eyes were sharp and menacing, and his tall and straight body exuded the aura of a general. However, this man But it is the prime minister who is known to everyone in the Beihe Dynasty and has power over the government and the public, An Fang!