The general's wife is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 212

The auspicious time had come, and the palace servants supported Mu Qingling to go to the main hall. She and the third prince of the Western Regions performed a grand ceremony in front of the Holy Majesty and the Empress.

No matter how reluctant Mu Qingling was, she also knew that being disrespectful in front of the imperial court was a crime of beheading.

After the ceremony was completed, the third prince stared at the red hijab, feeling itchy in his heart, wishing to immediately lift the red hijab and see the beauty's face.

It's just that he knows that the folk customs in the capital are not as open as those in the Western Regions.

For the sake of beauty, let him bear with it.

The chariots and horses for the Western Regions had already been prepared, and the third prince couldn't wait to bid farewell to the Holy Majesty and the Empress, and took Mu Qingling back.

No matter how much reluctance Mrs. Mu and Mrs. Zhang had, they could only turn into silent sighs.

Outside the palace and in the capital city, the common people all came to the streets, preparing to see the grand scene.

For many years, no princess went to make a kiss.

They got up early in the morning and occupied a good position to watch the excitement.

In the restaurant on the street, in the boxes facing the street, the windows are wide open.

Standing by the window, you can clearly see the scenery below.

"Come here, come here!" Mu Qingqiu greeted excitedly.

Mu Qingyu and Qin Shu got up and walked to Mu Qingqiu's side, looking into the distance, they saw the wedding procession, coming this way with gongs and drums beating all the way.

Mu Qingqiu looked at the excitement excitedly, and did not forget to sigh with emotion: "Big sister is really lucky, first she was named a princess, and now she is married to that third prince, and she will be the queen of the Western Regions in the future."

"How can it be so easy to be a queen," Mu Qingyu said meaningfully, "The third prince is a descendant, but he has two uncles who are not inferior."

Mu Qingyu finished clicking.

Both Mu Qingqiu and Qin Shu understood that no matter where they were placed, such a combination of brothers would be bloody again when it came time to pass on the throne.

Not long after, the team of the couple got closer and closer.

The three stopped talking, and quietly looked at the team of marriage.

I saw that the third prince was the same as when he came here, sitting still, holding a wine glass in his hand, taking a few sips from time to time.

In his carriage, there was also a little maid dressed in Western Regions sitting on her knees, holding a jug and pouring wine into the third prince's glass at any time.

Such a scene, in the conservative capital, some people can't stand it anymore, and spit on the carriage a few times.

The way the third prince was flirting with that maid made Mu Qingyu and others unable to see it.

Qin Shu walked in first, and Mu Qingqiu scolded: "Shameless!"

After she finished cursing, she turned her head and went inside.

Mu Qingyu was still standing by the window, she searched through the marriage team.

Finally, she found a carriage. The carriage was surrounded by layers of veils on three sides, and she could only vaguely see a person sitting inside.

With the shaking of the carriage, the veil kept swinging.

Autumn is cold and windy, and a gust of wind blows from nowhere, blowing away layers of gauze.

Mu Qingyu finally saw clearly the person sitting inside. The person took off the red hijab and casually held it in his hand, revealing a face with heavy makeup. It was Mu Qingling.

Only then did Mu Qingyu feel relieved, Mu Qingling was going to have a kiss.

As long as Mu Qingling leaves, she will be less threatened in the future.

In Mu Qingling's carriage, there was also a person sitting on his knees.

A unique carriage in the Western Regions, the carriage is covered with mats, and people can only sit on their knees.

Mother Zhou moved her stiff legs from time to time.

If she was asked to kneel all the way like this, both of her legs would be useless.Taking advantage of Mu Qingling's inattention, he could only move his body slightly to relieve his fatigue.

Mu Qingling's face was cold, and Zhou's mother didn't dare to show her anger, thinking that this journey would be even more difficult.

Mu Qingyu looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze, turned his head and went inside.

The third prince drank some wine, his eyes drifted, and he was looking around.

When he accidentally saw the familiar face on the second floor of the hotel, he was so shocked that he almost spilled the wine in his hand.

He will never forget that hibiscus noodle.

But he has already married the young lady of Duke Ding's mansion, who is that person on the second floor?
Could there be two identical people in the world?
The third prince pursed his lips, his green eyes were full of doubts.He tried to poke his head out and look into the carriage behind him.

Only covered by the veil, the third prince couldn't see anything clearly.

"Your Highness, be careful!" The maid in the carriage pulled the third prince back.

The third prince withdrew his head, doubts in his heart, and he was not in the mood to drink anymore.

When he rests at the post station, he must take a good look at who he is marrying.

The three of Mu Qingyu had lunch in the restaurant, and Qin Shu didn't dare to delay, so she hurried back.

Her wedding is in winter, and there are still many things to prepare.The dowry was only half embroidered, and Qin Shu was too busy to come out to play.

Although Mu Qingyu was reluctant, he could only ask someone to take Qin Shu back carefully.

"Second Sister, you and Sister Shu's marriage is not too long away, why are you so anxious to see you?" Mu Qingqiu asked curiously.

Mu Qingyu pretended to be profound: "When you prepare for your marriage, you will know."

Mu Qingqiu frowned, "By the way, I remember that the wedding between the Fourth Younger Sister and the King Xian will be soon, not a few days away."

If it wasn't for Mu Qingqiu's reminder, Mu Qingyu would have almost forgotten about it.

In order to overwhelm her, Mu Qingxue deliberately advanced her marriage with King Xian to late autumn of this year.

She had achieved her goal, but it was only due to hasty preparations, and she didn't know if Mu Qingxue would have time to prepare.

Mu Qingyu didn't care, Xian Wang's mansion was a pit of fire, Mu Qingxue would jump into it earlier, so let her go.

"I heard that the marriage between Fourth Younger Sister and King Xian is being arranged by the palace, so we don't need to worry about anything." Mu Qingyu said.

Mu Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, she felt sorry for Fang Shi, and was afraid that Fang Shi would get sick again because of Mu Qingxue's marriage.

The two sat for a while and then went back.

When the two returned to Duke Dingguo's mansion, the marriage team also arrived at the first rest station.

The motorcade had just come to a complete stop, and the third prince couldn't wait to jump off the carriage, and none of the servants had time to stop him.

After the third prince stood firm, he rushed back, until he reached the bride's carriage.

Beside Mu Qingling's carriage, surrounded by the servants sent by Mrs. Mu.

Every servant has been beaten by Mrs. Mu, and they are all loyal to Mu Qingling wholeheartedly.

Seeing the third prince approaching aggressively, they were not afraid, they all stood beside the carriage and stopped them: "Your Highness, please respect yourself!"

The third prince didn't care so much, he pushed all the people who stood in front of him away.

He lifted the veil and faced the person inside.

Seeing the people inside, they put the scarlet hijab on in a panic, covering their faces.

The third prince was nimble and pulled off the hijab.

The tassels at the four corners of the hijab were wrapped around the happy crown, and the woman under the hijab hissed in pain.

Seeing the woman's face clearly, the third prince became angry with embarrassment: "Who are you!"

Mu Qingling's eyes were not friendly, and she was not timid at all when facing the third prince's yelling, she raised her head and said proudly: "I am Princess Qingping, if you dare to be rude, believe it or not, I will report you to my mother!"

This is not the answer that the third prince wants to hear, he is going to marry the fairy-looking young lady from Duke Ding's mansion, not the person in front of him.

(End of this chapter)