The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 3
However, unlike previous princesses marrying princes, the reason why this wedding has become a topic of discussion in the streets and alleys, and even spread to the world, is another reason.

The weeping willows by the moat had just sprouted new shoots, and she sneaked out of the palace to find Han Ye to release paper kites together.The man who was famous in Jinghua silently accompanied her through the long stone bridge, and suddenly said: "Princess Jing, it was Han Ye who failed you. I have asked His Majesty to marry Princess Yu Luo, and we will be married in one month."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for her answer.

She was overwhelmed by the sudden news, but after a while, she laughed, chased after Han Ye and hugged Han Ye's arm, raised her head and made a face at him, laughing and saying: "Han Ye, I was wrong, I shouldn't have listened to you yesterday. If you want to go to Bibo Pavilion secretly, next time I will take you to go shopping together, okay?"

Han Ye stopped, but didn't smile. His handsome face was as good-looking as ever, and his brows were slightly furrowed, taking advantage of his height. He looked into her eyes without evasion from the angle of looking down, and said every word seriously. Said: "Yaya, what I just said is true, the wedding date has been set."

Her body was trembling, but her hands hugged Han Ye's arm even tighter. She smiled hard, but her words were mixed with the arrogance of many imperial princesses: "It's okay, I'm going to ask Father to change his will! Father The Emperor will promise me!"

Han Ye was silent for a while, lowered his eyelids and said lightly: "I love her."

She had never heard Han Ye mention such unfamiliar three words, even when he loved her the most, he just said, Yaya, I like you.

Her hand suddenly lost strength, and she could no longer hold Han Ye's arm. She asked in a hoarse voice, "How...how is it possible? You have only met her a few times, how could you suddenly fall in love with her?"

Han Ye looked at her like he was looking at an ignorant child, as always with a faint pampering: "Some people may fall in love just by looking at her, Yaya, you are still young, so...you don't understand."

This is Han Ye, his tone of voice has not changed, his pleasant voice has not changed, but his heart... has changed.

She couldn't answer a word, even forgot her tears, and stood there blankly like a fool.Han Ye frowned and watched her quietly, then turned around suddenly, and walked away along the neat weeping willows by the river bank without looking back.

She loosened her fingers, and the light kite fell into the cold moat with the cold February wind. At the age of 16, Bailijing's kite could no longer fly...

Suddenly going crazy, she chased after that distant figure, and she called his name loudly——

"Han Ye! Han Ye! Han Ye! Han Ye!"

No matter how she shouted, he refused to turn back, let her hoarse voice hoarse, let her throw himself down...

"Han Ye..."

With a sharp pain in her wrist, Baili Jing suddenly opened her eyes, feeling cold tears falling down her cheeks.

Dreams can't lie to anyone, just like painful scars, only you know it.

She couldn't help raising her left hand, the red coral beads on her wrist were still so tightly wrapped, and the pain came out from the tiny gaps...

But when she raised her hand, she was startled, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress!Looking down, all she could see was the red quilt and the red mandarin duck curtain. She turned over and was about to sit up, but she happened to meet a pair of gentle black eyes.

Bai Lijing is now 16 years old, and has seen the deceitfulness of the court, the snobbery of the market, and even the scramble on Lutai Mountain, but she has never seen such indifferent eyes, as calm as a waveless lake.This Wang Hushui was so close to her that she could hear his shallow breathing clearly.

"I..." She was about to speak, when suddenly she stretched out her wide red sleeves, touched her cheeks with her slender fingers, and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her warm fingertips, her movements were gentle and cautious like precious jewels.

Bai Lijing was touched by his slightly warm fingers, she shivered unconsciously, she sat up with her arms propped up, only then did she realize that she was sleeping in his arms just now, and the man's long hair scattered on the pillow Her black hair and her black hair were tangled together in a mess, and the wedding clothes on both of them were intact.

As soon as she dodged, the man's raised left hand hung in the air, neither high nor low, and he couldn't touch it and couldn't take it back.Bailijing looked at him belatedly, and seeing the man's gentle eyes dimmed for a moment, he calmly withdrew his hand, half clenched his fist against his lips and coughed a few times. Xi was reflected, making his pale face even more morbid.

Chronic illness, aphasia, and the death of three widowers with wives——

Bai Lijing married Mo Wen only because of his status.But as far as Mo Wen himself was concerned, how could he not feel sad when his new wife disliked him so much?
It's a pity that he can't speak, and he can't express his sadness.

Bailijing suddenly felt guilty, so she took the initiative to ask: "When did you wake up? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Mo Wen tilted his head to look at her, a faint smile appeared on his lips again, and shook his head lightly. He supported the bed board with his arms and was about to get up, but his body was weak and his movements seemed to be very difficult.

Bai Lijing hurriedly leaned over to help him, the two of them were very close again, his ink-like black hair drooped down, and brushed her cheek lightly, the smell of alcohol on his body had faded away, only a faint waft came from his nose. There seems to be no medicinal fragrance.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a girl's voice: "Princess Jing, this servant is here to clean up for you."

Three or five maids pushed the door open and came in, seeing the two sitting dryly on the wedding couch, winking at each other, their smiles were a little strange.One of the girls came forward and said respectfully: "Princess, please help me take off your wedding dress, why did you sleep with it last night?"

On the wedding night, the newlyweds’ wedding dresses were complete. If it was a normal person, maybe it was justifiable, but it could be the sick and weak son Mo Wen. This well-intentioned concern is actually ridicule and sarcasm. In the end, he only spoke to Baili Jing, completely ignoring the existence of Mo Wen, which was obviously his usual practice.

Bai Lijing stood up from the wedding couch calmly, the maid thought she had agreed, and took a step forward, just as her fingers touched her wedding dress, there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the maid was slapped hard. The slap was thrown out, and it hit the big lacquered wood carved screen heavily, and the rest of the girls fell to their knees in fright.

Bai Lijing stood in the bridal house in a red wedding dress, her posture was condescending, her eyes swept over the girl kneeling on the ground, and said with a sneer, "I don't understand the rules of the prime minister's mansion, but you should inquire about them. No grain of sand can be tolerated! From today on, control your mouths and hands, and don't be confused about who is the master and who is the slave!"

Great Xingguo was a martial artist, Empress Situ was born in the general family, and the first princess Bai Lijing was good at martial arts. It was not long ago that everyone had truly seen her madness and ruthlessness.From this point of view, the slap just now was considered light, but half of the girl's face was already swollen, and her lips were stained with bright blood. She covered her cheeks and kowtowed repeatedly: "I know my mistake! I know my mistake! I know my mistake!" Don’t dare again! Please spare my life, princess!”

(End of this chapter)