Feel sorry!The concubine has gone away

Chapter 842 Prince, Don’t Talk About Feelings With This Concubine 1
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In the winter of the 26th year of Shuguo Zhenyuan, heavy snow fell for three days and three nights. The world should have been white, but because of the strong smell of sulfur in the air, the coldness was diluted a bit. .
At this time, the Nine Princes' Mansion, located in the east of Yecheng, the capital of the Shu Kingdom, was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and red double happiness characters were posted everywhere.The bright red lanterns swayed with the wind, reflecting the white snow on the ground, they were all stained with joy.

Today is the wedding of Qing Wan, the young lady of the Qing family, and the Ninth Prince of the Dynasty. Although it is only to marry a concubine, the scene is even more spectacular than many wealthy families marrying their main wife.

Compared to the hustle and bustle in the front yard, the wedding room at this time was extraordinarily quiet.

Under the red luan brocade tent, Qing Wan sat on a new bed covered with a big red brocade quilt, her hands painted with bright red danko subconsciously pinched the brocade handkerchief in her hand, her mood was nervous but full of anticipation.

The servants had already been dismissed, and only she and the Ninth Prince Ji Lanjin were left in the new house.

Her future days, her husband.

The red hijab covered her sight, so Qing Wan couldn't see the other person's face, only a pair of black brocade boots embroidered with dragon patterns.There is the sound of wine being poured into the glass slowly, which is as clear as the sound of turbulent water in a mountain stream.

A moment later, a corner of the red mandarin duck Xipa was raised, and a pair of clean and slender hands slowly appeared in front of Qing Wan, holding a jade cup between the bony fingers, the wine in the cup was glistening, and matched with the jade cup Very nice.

What is more intoxicating than the color of this wine is the voice of the person holding the cup, which is thousands of times, ten thousand times clearer than this wine: "After drinking this glass of wine, from now on, you and I, husband and wife, will be of the same heart and play together for a hundred years."

His voice is so beautiful, every word is like pearls and jade.In this quiet wedding room, it was like the sound of a clanging zither falling on Qing Wan's heart.

"Daughter of Concubine Fenghua: First Class Concubine"

(End of this chapter)