The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

The two jumped on the horses together, waved the whips in their hands, and galloped towards Huangfulian Bieyuan.

The two ran wildly for a long time, and in the distance, they could vaguely see the outline of Huangfulian built in the suburban garden.

Xiahou Fengli tightened the reins and stopped the horse.

"His Royal Highness?" From here to Huangfulian's other garden, there is still a long distance, and Qing doesn't understand why Xia Houfeng chooses to stop here.

He then pulled the rein, stopped the horse, jumped off, and walked to Xiahou Fengli's side. [

"His Royal Highness, you haven't arrived yet, why did you stop?"

"Let's walk next." Xiahou Fengli led the horse, walked to a tree by the roadside, and tied the rope to the tree.

Then, with a little step, he jumped up and disappeared in front of Qing in an instant.

"Walking?" Qing was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, tied the horse to a tree, and followed.

The two walked back and forth among the dense trees.

Soon, they arrived outside the wall of the other garden that had been arranged in a festive manner.

Xiahou Fengli didn't even think about it, he lifted his robe, and was about to jump up the wall and sneak into the house to see what happened, but Qing beside him suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

"His Royal Highness, entering here is the hall, which is easy to be found." Qing said, pointing to the wall on the other side, "Let's go in from there, the wall faces the hall, and, bypassing a corridor, it is Wedding room."