Daughter of the royal palace

Chapter 513 Luxurious Wedding (1)
In the imperial garden, there are towering ancient cypresses, exotic flowers and rocks, and a crystal clear lake. It is the spring season, and the flowers are blooming picturesquely, and the faint fragrance is lingering in the air.On the empty and wide lawn, there are hundreds of officials and common people around, and everyone has smiles and surprises on their faces.Looking at the modern western-style furnishings around, the long table is filled with all kinds of snacks and fruits.There are also rows of beautiful women in the same clothes standing around.All of them smiled and welcomed the wedding guests warmly and politely.

Prince An was wearing a cyan gown with sea and cloud patterns. As soon as he stepped into the imperial garden, he was shocked by such a strange beauty, with his mouth wide open and his eyes staring wide.It took a long time before I said a word.

"Xuan'er really dotes on that girl."

A cold female voice interjected next to her, "The love of the empress is the blessing of our court, and it is an example for the world. Does Prince An have any objections?"

Prince An shuddered, turned around, and looked at Bi Ying's flat and calm face without any surprise.She touched his nose uncomfortably, "Didn't I just sigh."

Biying glanced at him, then turned to Fushen.Prince An was startled, he jumped for a long distance, but Bi Ying said: "See Prince Yi."

Prince An was taken aback for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Prince Yi walking over at a galloping pace.He couldn't help but look a little embarrassing, it's because he expressed his wrong feelings.

"Eighth brother, what are you doing here?"

Prince Yi waved at Bi Ying, then turned to look at Prince An.

Seeing that Biying left with a large group of maids carrying a tray, Prince An breathed a sigh of relief, and a naughty smile appeared on his face again.

"Xuan'er is more capable than his father. If he spoils that girl so much, he is not afraid that he will lose his head in the future."

Prince Yi looked around with deep eyes, and suddenly said something.

"Sister-in-law Huang is awake, do you know?"

Prince An paused, his eyes blurred and leisurely looking into the distance.

"Well, that's great. Brother Huang has waited for so long, and it's finally come to an end."

Prince Yi took a deep look at him, but didn't speak.

In a corner not far away, Ouyang Chen was dressed in ink, holding a glass, looking into the distance through the red wine in the glass.

Wearing an orange narcissus skirt meandering over, looking at his slightly lonely back, I feel a little pain in my heart.

"My lord, you shouldn't have come."

Ouyang Chen turned his gaze indifferently, glanced at her, and didn't speak.

Zhao Xinyue couldn't help but stepped forward, "My lord, you..."

Ouyang Chen suddenly turned his head, "You like me."

Zhao Xinyue's eyes were stunned, but Ouyang Chen turned his eyes to him again, took a sip of his wine, and spoke in a somewhat casual tone.

"You want to marry me?"

His eyes were deep and indifferent, showing a sense of laziness and casualness, but also so charming and evil.She lowered her head slightly, her lips were stained with wine, which made her more tempting.Those glass-like eyes seem to be as quiet as a flat lake, and also like a vortex in the seabed, which attracts people to sink deeply.

Even if he is as calm as Zhao Xinyue, seeing his jade-like face at this moment, he can't help being a little obsessed.His face was also dyed red, and his eyes flashed with affection.

"Son..."

Ouyang Chen's eyes darkened, and he looked away.It's just a slight resemblance, it's not her after all.

Zhao Xinyue bit her lip, "Master..."

Ouyang Chen put the glass on the long table, "Xin Yue."

Zhao Xinyue was taken aback for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared in her pupils.

"Ah."

Ouyang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were like rainbows.

"You are already 20 years old."

Zhao Xinyue lowered her head, her voice was as low as a gnat.

"Yes."

Ouyang Chen closed his eyes, "20 years old... is not young anymore."

Zhao Xinyue's whole body was shocked, there was pain in her eyes, and her beautifully manicured nails dug deeply into her flesh.She looked at Ouyang Chen with loving and resentful eyes, pained and self-deprecating.

After a long time, she smiled sadly.

"Xinyue has never forgotten her identity, and she has never expected anything extravagantly. So, you don't have to be like this, young master."

Ouyang Chen moved his eyelashes and looked back at her.This is the first time, he didn't look at a woman without a trace like in the past, but swept across her face with a fleeting look.

In his impression, Zhao Xinyue was calm and indifferent, not surprised at all.This point is very similar to Ling Xihan.But she didn't have Ling Xihan's aura of nobility in indifference, that kind of arrogance and arrogance that looked down on the world, that kind of ruthless methods and determination.

And all of these are precisely the most attractive aspects of Ling Xihan.

With just one glance, he turned around and left lightly, his tall figure walking among the flowers.Hundreds of flowers are brilliant like a dream, but the black shadow is more desolate and melancholy.

A tear fell across the corner of Zhao Xinyue's eyes unexpectedly.

"Is that how you admit defeat?"

Ouyang Hanyan's plain and ironic voice rang in her ears, she looked back and smiled slightly.

"Princess." Worry-free City has been included in the Daqing territory, Ouyang Chen's title has not been taken away, and Ouyang Hanyan's title is naturally preserved.

Ouyang Hanyan squinted her eyes, skipped the wet tears in the corners of her eyes, and looked at her with a half-smile.

"I thought that you would always face his indifference and unfeelingness so calmly."

Zhao Xinyue's eyes dimmed, and she smiled helplessly and desolately.

"Since you can't get it, why bother to be persistent, it's an eyesore instead."

Ouyang Hanyan sneered, "I'm envious now, isn't he still going to drive you away?"

Zhao Xinyue looked at her calmly.

"Is the princess still obsessed with it?"

Ouyang Hanyan turned his head away, his voice became more indifferent.

"Zhao Xinyue, you are not qualified to comment on this princess."

Zhao Xinyue smiled, "The princess has misunderstood. I just want to tell the princess that there are times when fate must come, and there is no time to force it. There are many things and many people. If you don't fight for it, there will be results." Her gaze It was long, and the tone was somewhat meaningful.

Ouyang Hanyan looked at her coldly, clearly capturing the exhaustion and vicissitudes in her brows.Suddenly there was a feeling of being connected with fate in my heart.In fact, she is not unable to let go.But what was she thinking about, she couldn't tell herself.

Zhao Xinyue turned her head to look at her, and said with a smile: "Princess, the wedding is about to start, do you want to go there?"

Ouyang Hanyan was silent, and Zhao Xinyue was too late, looking at her with a smile.

"Zhao Xinyue." Ouyang Hanyan called out suddenly, his eyes fixed on her face.

"Are you really willing?"

Zhao Xinyue smiled gently and peacefully, "I'm not willing to be reconciled, I have never asked for anything extravagantly."

"Never asked for it?" Ouyang Hanyan's eyes were a little blurred.She thought, maybe she understood why Zhao Xinyue faced Ouyang Chen so calmly.It's not that you just care, on the contrary, it's precisely because you care too much that you think about what the other person thinks.Her love is tolerance, broadness, understanding, and recognition...

(End of this chapter)