The third daughter married the ghost prince

Chapter 1
"Miss! The wedding party is here!" Feng'er stumbled into the boudoir, so panicked that she even forgot to close the door, her bright eyes were full of disbelief.

Luo Zifeng was wearing a bright red wedding gown, and her bright red handkerchief blocked her shy smile, and she was sitting upright on the bed at the moment.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Feng'er's panic, Luo Zifeng asked softly.

Jiuyue, who had been standing aside, also stared in surprise, looking at Feng'er who had lost her composure.

"That... the one who greeted the bride... is not my aunt!" Feng'er stammered, her usual shrewdness was blown away by this sudden news.

"Oh?" Under the hijab, Ruyan's seductive red lips parted slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in her peach blossom eyes, and the indifferent smile that was often on her lips disappeared instantly from Peerless Qingcheng's small face.

"What's going on?" As calm as Jiuyue, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Feng'er calmed down, walked quickly to Luo Zifeng, and said eagerly in a low voice: "Miss, Prince Jing's mansion has let that 'ghost son' come to greet the bride instead of my aunt, and that ghost son...has a full suit on." White clothes!"

The person under the hijab was stunned for a moment, a gleam of anger flashed in a pair of peach-blossom star pupils, and the clasped white and tender hands clasped slightly on his knees, the slightly warm emotions only flashed across that beautiful face, and he only responded lightly. He said: "Yeah!"

When he saved himself that day, he was injured, and he must have been seriously injured, so let the prince treat him to welcome his relatives!

"Give me my 'Cicada'!" Luo Zifeng spread his hands.

Jiuyue turned around and opened the box on the top of the cabinet, took out a human face as thin as a silkworm's wing, and carefully held it in front of Luo Zifeng.

"That ghost is too bullying!" Feng'er couldn't help muttering, feeling aggrieved in her heart for her young lady, squinting at the man with the hipa on her head, wondering how she would deal with that ghost, even though she didn't see her You have to know what to do on this happy day, but usually those who offend Miss will not end well.

Luo Zifeng just lowered his head and said nothing, took the thin human skin mask, and put it on the beautiful little face skillfully, the person under the hijab immediately changed his appearance, the yellowed skin, the lips Thick and slightly turned, under the sparse eyebrows, only the pair of peach blossom eyes still retain the usual soul-stirring brilliance.

With the support of Jiuyue and Feng'er, Luo Zifeng stepped into the noisy main hall.

Following Luo Zifeng's stepping in, there was a momentary silence in the main hall, and a white figure stepped up to stand in front of Luo Zifeng under the eyes of everyone.

"Do you want to know why this son welcomes his brother?" There was obvious mockery in the cold tone.

The hanging handkerchief made Luo Zifeng only able to see the white skirt at his feet, "Don't bother the prince to explain!" The consistent indifference in the voice made the Luo family members who were worried in the room heaved a sigh of relief.

Luo Zifeng bowed slightly, turned around and walked out of the hall with the support of Jiuyue and Feng'er.

The moment she stepped out of the main hall, Luo Zifeng said leisurely: "I almost forgot to thank my son. I once heard a missionary say that when married in other countries, newcomers must wear white clothes, which means purity and loyalty. Old man, the prince really has seen the world, Zifeng thank you here!"

After Luo Zifeng finished speaking, he bowed his body again, and then turned around and got on the sedan chair.

Duan Tianyu looked at the crimson figure in astonishment, a hint of amusement flashed across his handsome face, he lowered his head to look at his white Suyun embroidered gown, his stern mouth curled into a deep arc .

It was the first time that Luo Zifeng was so patient, and actually sat motionless for two full hours.

It has been four years since I traveled here, and I have never dared to tell anyone about the bitterness and bitterness of the past four years. I have worked hard to make the Luo family the richest man in the Great Xia Dynasty, and pushed my brother to the position of the youngest doctor in the dynasty. But still can't get rid of the fate that in this society where men are superior to women, they can't make their own decisions about their marriage.

Either way!

If one must marry, Duan Muqi... is also a good choice, at least until now he has not married a concubine.

Let yourself accept three wives and four concubines, that is simply impossible!

As for the future, Luo Zifeng touched the 'special' ordinary salt-free dough, should he go or stay... It all depends on whether this Duan Muqi is really what he said, a person with a "wishful heart, a white head" Inseparable from 'people!

'One life, one couple' Luo Zifeng groaned softly, in her bones... She is still that medical student... Luo Zifei, that modern woman who advocates monogamy and can grow old with the one she loves.

But he didn't know that the one who saved his life, escorted him all the way back to Beijing, but only saw a few faces... Duan Muqi, the second son of Prince Jing's mansion, really fell in love with this "saltless" self.

Luo Zifeng took the white jade hairpin in his arms, and looked at it carefully, the gifts he sent to himself every day were all valuable, but only this hairpin showed that he put his heart into it .

I have always only liked this kind of white jade hairpin with a little bloodstone in it!

"Get out!" A deep and hoarse male voice entered the room following staggering footsteps.

Crushed footsteps walked out of the room, and with the "creaking" sound of closing the door, Luo Zi's Xipa was also torn off in response.

Luo Zifeng's downcast eyes unexpectedly bumped into the fist holding Xipa, and the fist was clenched tightly, as if it was about to be swung out in the next moment.

An ominous premonition surged in Luo Zifeng's heart for no reason, and his eyes moved up along the tense arms until they came into contact with those resentful eyes.

Luo Zifeng looked at the resentment in those red eyes in bewilderment, not knowing where the resentment came from.

Obviously, seeing the doubts on Luo Zifeng's face, Duan Muqi became even more annoyed. She staggered back a step, and stepped on the Xipa that fell from her hand: "What? You can't wait to marry me? Why is there such an expression?" ?”

"'Can't wait'? Marry 'you'?" Luo Zifeng's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and the anger in her heart rushed straight to her brows.

The effect of alcohol made Duan Muqi unsteady, staggered two steps, and looked at her coldly: "You should be glad that I don't hit women, otherwise, you would have... died at this moment!" Sneering, his eyes were red.

(End of this chapter)