The most favored concubine in the prosperous age is arrogant

Chapter 61 Honeymoon (1)
Ruhua followed Jun Mochen to bring their courtyard, and she knew about the situation of leaving the courtyard. Although it is located in a remote area, it covers an extremely large area. Given time, sooner or later, this place will become a fairyland on earth.

She likes to live in a comfortable and beautiful place, like the Island of Sanssouci, and the Palace of Sanssouci.

Qingyan had taken care of the house a long time ago, although it was simple, it was also clean and tidy.

Ruhua led Jun Mochen into the room, seeing the bright red decorations in the room, her head hurt a little.

She likes red clothes, at least it used to be.

Ruhua took Jun Mochen's hand, but Jun Mochen was a little puzzled.

Ruhua covered his face with his hands, Jun Mochen felt the delicate and warm veil under his hands, his fingers couldn't help trembling.

I don't know who used the force, but with a slight tug, the veil fell, and what Jun Mochen saw was a beautiful face, Jun Mochen's eyes widened in surprise.

Smooth and delicate skin, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, nimble eyes misty, making people unable to see the emotions clearly, small and straight nose, untouched red lips, exquisite and beautiful facial features with that fiery red lips The wedding dress is so dazzling that people cannot leave their eyes.

Jun Mochen felt that he was so strange, and stretched out his hand to cover his chest, feeling that he was jumping so fast, but his face was already red and bleeding.

"Hehe" Ruhua couldn't help laughing when she saw this, her eyes were full of smiles.

Ruhua stretched out his hand to him again, waiting for him to give his hand to her.

"Mo Chen, Ruhua will take you on your honeymoon, okay?" Ruhua said softly, her attitude towards the person in front of her was always gentle.

Looking at Ruhua, Jun Mochen involuntarily put his big hand into Ruhua's slightly smaller palm.

Jun Mochen doesn't understand what a "honeymoon" is, but he believes in picturesque.

Ruhua's eyes sparkled, and she smiled extremely pervasively as she thought of something.

Day two.

According to the etiquette on the second day of the wedding, the daughter-in-law who entered the door would serve tea to the parents-in-law, but from the beginning to the end, Zhan Wang never agreed to this marriage.

For people like them who grew up under thousands of brilliance, they have a disdainful and contemptuous attitude towards people from ordinary backgrounds like Ruhua.

So he got up early the next day and went to court.

As for the things in the mansion, Princess Zhan usually doesn't take care of them, so most of them fall on Zhang Ying, the side concubine of King Zhan.

For this kind of good job, Zhang Ying naturally did her part.

Everyone in the capital knew that there was a virtuous and dignified side concubine in Prince Zhan's Mansion, but they forgot about the gentle and gentle main concubine.

Early in the morning, Zhang Ying sent someone to urge Ruhua and them, while she walked slowly to the main hall, seeing that the hall was empty, her face was a bit ugly.

But with a flash of light in her eyes, she suddenly had an idea, so she can make use of the problem?
He sat down happily, and pretended to wait, but as time passed, he became more and more impatient.

But when he finally saw the person he sent back, there was still no figure he wanted to see.

"What's the matter, is the concubine Shizi planning to give me or the Prince Zhan's house a blow on the first day, so as to vent her dissatisfaction, or do you want me to invite her?" Zhang Ying said with a gentle smile on her face Unable to collapse, she was full of anger in a blink of an eye, and slapped the table with her hand, the teacup fell down, and the tea splashed all over the floor.

The little maid who was going to invite someone lowered her head and did not dare to look directly at the angry person above, lest she would hurt herself.

"Come on, you're dumb, what's going on over there?" Zhang Ying looked at the person who was trying to reduce her sense of existence, and there was really nowhere to vent her anger.

(End of this chapter)