little wife

Chapter 39

The front hall is right in front of you, and a group of people just came out of it, and the one walking in the front is Rui Wang Yang Yan, dressed in a black brocade robe with embroidered four-clawed golden dragon, looking more and more majestic. Outstanding.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked like he was listening attentively, but he just nodded frequently and didn't even say a word.Ning Luo had been his pillow for so many years, and it was obvious at a glance that Yang Yan was in a very bad mood at this moment.

As soon as he saw Ning Luo, Yang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his gaze fell on her, and he blurted out, "Mei Luo!"

"His Royal Highness King Rui," Ning Luo bowed towards him, "I heard that His Majesty will bestow a marriage on His Highness, congratulations Your Highness."

Yang Yan's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and after a while he sneered and said, "It turns out that sister Luo is congratulating this one for coming, it's really kind and righteous."

Ning Zhenming and Ning Heshi were a little embarrassed, they looked at each other, Ning Heshi blamed: "Luo'er, why did you get sick just now, it's windy outside, go back quickly."

The autumn wind was bleak, and it was indeed so cool, Ning Luo covered her mouth and coughed twice, earnestly said: "Since His Highness will have a lovely wife, why bother to tease my Seventh Sister again?"

Ning He's complexion changed, she hastily cut off her words, dragged her to the side and whispered: "Luo'er, I know you are kind, but your second aunt is very satisfied with such a marriage, if you mess it up I'm afraid the house will be disturbed, absolutely not."

"But Auntie, Seventh Sister... If she enters the palace, I'm afraid..." Ning Luo was angry and anxious.

"Mrs. Guogong, since sister Luo has something to say to me, please make it easier for me." Yang Yan's voice sounded slowly behind him, with an undeniable majesty.

Ning He took two steps back in embarrassment and stepped aside.

The two stood facing each other, the autumn wind was rustling as before, but those beautiful past events had already been blown away by the wind, and could no longer be traced, a slight sadness rose from Ning Luo's heart.

"Sister Luo, I heard that you were sick, so I wanted to come and see you. Unfortunately, this is the only excuse I have to enter the mansion to see you." Yang Yan's smile was bleak.

At such a moment, Ning Luo almost believed that he was deeply in love with her.

However, it was only almost, everything he did in the previous life, no matter what, he couldn't see the slightest trace of sincerity.

"Your Highness is serious. Your Highness will soon have a beautiful wife and concubine. No matter in wisdom or beauty, Zhao Daiyun is not inferior to me. It is a match made in heaven with Your Highness," Ning Luo said lightly, "I hope His Highness will be in harmony with her from now on. , making a good story."

Yang Yan's eyes froze, and a look of pain flashed by. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Sister Luo, how am I inferior to him? Tell me, and let me lose my heart."

Ning Luo remained silent. What's the point of asking these questions now?But Yang Yan's gaze was hot, as if she would not leave until she answered the question.

She pondered for a moment and said: "Your Highness is noble, so naturally he can't be compared with His Highness. It's because I don't have great ambitions and I'm not worthy of His Highness. I hope His Highness will understand."

Yang Yan stared at her stubbornly, with a gnawing light in his eyes: "You lied to me."

Ning Luo was stunned for a moment: "Why did Your Highness say that?"

"There must be some reason why you are suddenly so indifferent to me. I hate that Jing Yun didn't know what kind of tricks he played to deceive you so much." Yang Yan took a step towards her, his voice was cold, "Sister Luo, Mr. One day you will regret it, and one day I will let you understand that I am the only one who truly loves you in this world."

A chill came from the bottom of my heart. This time, Yang Yan, who will repay his relatives, must keep it in his heart. If he gains power, Jing Yun and Ningfu will not end well.However, since she has chosen this path, there is no turning back for her.She is willing to believe that without her coercion in Yang Yan's hands in this life, Jing Yun and her father will definitely be able to walk a different path.

She made up her mind and said: "Your Highness's words are wrong. Since you and I are engaged to each other, we will have nothing to do with marriage between men and women from now on. Please, Your Highness, stop saying such vague words."

"We are not related..." Yang Yan murmured, and suddenly laughed lightly, "Sister Luo, how could we be not related? Doesn't this mean that we are going to be relatives?"

Ning Luo was dizzy for a moment, and then she remembered the matter of Ning Xuan, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, my Seventh Sister is timid and timid by nature, I am afraid that she is not suitable to be with you forever, please Your Highness find another beautiful concubine .”

A stern look flashed in Yang Yan's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more sinister: "Why, sister Luo not only doesn't want to marry me, but even the people around her don't want to have anything to do with me? I'm curious, after all Why did you change your mind so completely?"

Ning Luo's heart trembled, and she immediately became vigilant. Yang Yan was originally a thoughtful person, so he was afraid that he might see his flaws. "Your Highness is serious. If I care about it, it will cause chaos. You know sister Zhao's temper. She can't tolerate my seventh sister."

"Really? Then let her endure it slowly, maybe in the future a mistress of the palace who can accommodate her will be able to survive." Yang Yan said casually.

"You—" Ning Luo was extremely angry, but there was nothing she could do, she gritted her teeth and looked at him, those clear eyes seemed to be dancing with angry flames.

Yang Yan's heart trembled, and he involuntarily softened his tone: "Well, if you say a few good things to me, maybe I will help her a little, so that her life will not be so difficult."

Ning Luo took a deep breath, had nothing to say, and bowed with a sullen face: "Your Highness, please respect yourself. Anyone with some conscience will definitely not make fun of the person next to him. It is useless to talk more. Your Highness, think twice Okay, I'll take my leave first."

Yang Yan looked at her back, as if her chest was blocked by something, almost wanted to rush up and forcefully embrace that Miaoman figure into his arms, bring it back to the palace and lock her up so that she would never see anyone else except himself man.

This woman should be his, from head to toe, he has always believed so firmly, and even felt that a long, long time ago, as long as in his last life, he had already married Ning Luo in love, But the reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

It is really a ridiculous joke that a prince can't compete with a little prince Dingyunhou.

Yang Yan's chest was turbulent, but he forced himself to turn around as if nothing had happened, nodded and smiled at Ning Guogong and Ning Heshi, said a few words on the occasion and left.

Riding a horse about seven or eight li away from Ningguo Duke's Mansion, seeing no one around, Yang Yan suddenly reined in the horse, jumped off the horse, drew out his saber, and chopped off at a crabapple tree by the roadside. .Only a few "clicks" were heard, the branches and leaves flew around, and the crabapple tree was almost cut into a bare pole.

The guards behind him looked at each other in fear, but no one dared to step forward to dissuade him. Only the servant Ma An rushed forward, regardless of the sharpness of the sword, and grabbed Yang Yan's arm.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, take care of yourself!" He choked up and said, "This kind of flirtatious woman is not worthy of His Highness's concern. She is not worthy of being His Highness's concubine."

Panting sharply, Yang Yan kicked the crabapple tree, which had been cut badly, shook twice, and fell to the ground askew.

He rudely pushed Ma An away, and said with red eyes: "You...don't speak ill of her in the future, even if you want to scold her, only I can scold her!"

Ma An groaned, pulled Yang Yan's sleeve and said: "Your Highness, don't miss her anymore, this is His Majesty's will, if you continue to be obsessed, I'm afraid she will destroy you..."

Yang Yan froze in place, the hatred in his chest grew wildly like weeds in spring, but he gradually calmed down.

Ma An finally felt relieved, wiped away tears and said, "Your Highness, it seems that someone is coming, let's go back to the residence first."

Just as Yang Yan was about to nod his head, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Your Highness, please stay."

He looked back and saw a carriage approaching slowly from the other end, the carriage was more gorgeous, Ma An whispered: "Your Highness, it seems to be from Zhao Taiwei's residence."

The curtain of the car was pulled open, and fingertips painted with bright red cardamom poked out. Zhao Daiyun had a bright face, and smiled slightly at Yang Yan: "Did your Highness just come out of Ning Mansion?"

Yang Yan flicked his sleeves, put his sword back into its sheath, walked slowly to the carriage and said with a smile: "Miss Zhao is really sensitive, she even knew when I went to the Ning Mansion, and I must know exactly what I was going to do." right?"

"Your Highness is the son and grandson of a phoenix, let alone a concubine, so what's the point of having ten or eight?" Zhao Daiyun said without changing his face, "It's just that I heard that your Highness is still a little hesitant about the marriage between you and me. Not sure whether it is true?"

Emperor Shenghe bestowed marriages on Jing Yun and Ning Luo, and felt a little guilty for the fourth son. These days, he summoned him every day to show his favor, and he also enthusiastically arranged the marriage between Yang Yan and Zhao Daiyun, but Yang Yan did not Some hesitated, temporarily delaying on the grounds of emotional injury.

Although the Zhao family held the military power in front of the palace, they had always belonged to Concubine Mei. He was afraid that after marrying in, he would let Concubine Mei plant a secret by his side.

"Ms. Zhao was joking. Didn't you say you have another sweetheart a while ago? I'm thinking of you." He said calmly.

Zhao Daiyun sighed softly and said: "That's all because I was confused when I was young and ignorant. I have secretly admired His Majesty's majesty and majesty for a long time, but I hate that some people don't know how to appreciate it, and instead let the pearls and jades be dusted, which makes people feel really sad. .”

Yang Yan's face changed slightly, and he said bluntly: "I don't need others to comment on my affairs."

Zhao Daiyun laughed softly: "Is your Highness planning to knock out teeth and swallow blood? Now there is only one way to get back everything you should have, don't you want to hear it?"

The blood all over his body suddenly rushed up, Yang Yan suddenly felt a little dizzy, staring at Zhao Daiyun's face, his voice became a little hoarse: "You mean..."

Zhao Daiyun stretched out her hand to signal, and Yang Yan unconsciously moved over.

"Only in a high place can you do whatever you want," she lowered her voice, her voice filled with unbearable excitement and longing, "Your Highness has great ambitions, and Dai Yun is willing to be the breeze under her wings to help His Highness go straight to the nine heavens."

(End of this chapter)