The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 3 This wedding dress should be taken off by the palace herself!
Her crying was too loud, Feng Qingcheng frowned, trying to stand up with her hands on the ground.

However, as soon as the arm was exerted force, there was a tingling pain in the wrist.

Looking down, she saw a circle of strangle marks on her white wrist, which was left when the man grabbed her ashore just now.

Feng Qingcheng took a few breaths, the blankness in her head gradually faded, and the memory of the original owner of this body emerged in her mind frame by frame.

She digested the information in the shortest time possible, and complex emotions surged in her black and white pupils.

There were too many doubts in her heart, but she didn't have the energy to think about it for the time being, so she sent the group of people in front of her away first.

She glanced at herself, Luanhong's wedding dress had been soaked by the lake water, it was dazzlingly red, she had tassels in her robes, and shoes embroidered with jade beads.

This is the bride's attire. It's really unlucky to fall into the water on the wedding day!
Biyue saw her young lady's dazed look, she panicked and shook her arm vigorously, "Miss! Miss! Are you hurt somewhere?"

"Since Feng Qingcheng voluntarily married this hall, there will be no Miss Feng's family in my house in the future!"

Before Feng Qingcheng could reply, a cold and desolate voice suddenly sounded, full of impatience and boredom.

Feng Qingcheng raised her head, her eyes fell into a pair of long and narrow black pupils.

The man in front of him was only about 20 years old, with a very handsome appearance, under the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips gently sneered.

His eyes were angry and cold, staring at her indifferently.

He was also wearing a red wedding dress, and under the sunlight, the brilliance flowed densely. Although it highlighted the paleness of his cheeks from the long-term illness, it did not affect his enchanting appearance at all.

The same red robe, satin, a wedding dress, and a wedding gown, the relationship is obvious.

So unpopular with the groom, the bride will have to suffer in the future!

But since it's here, let it be!
Who will feel better and who will suffer in the future is still unknown!

Feng Qingcheng sat up while supporting the big blue stone on the bank, raised her arms to straighten her long hair, and at the same time fought back without showing weakness, "I'm not a lady in the first place!"

The deep eyes locked tightly on her bloodless face, and after a while, Cang Yanli said coldly, "It's fine if you can talk back, let's pay your respects first, don't miss the auspicious time."

Since she licked her face and insisted on marrying him, then he would let her be this cheap princess!
"But little, Wangfei's wedding dress is already soaked," Bi Yue knelt down at the man's feet, pleading, "Please ask Your Highness to allow your slaves to help Wangfei change into a clean dress?"

"No, cough, cough..." He cast a cold glance at Bi Yue, and the man's eyes turned to her wet wedding dress, with a hint of evil cruelty at the corner of his mouth, "At the time of the bridal chamber, this wedding dress should be handed over by the hall personally." She takes it off."

After finishing speaking, he left the crowd who were looking at each other, turned around and walked into the wedding hall first.

Not only that, but the men worshiped the church quite carelessly.

But Feng Qingcheng didn't care at all. After the ceremony was completed, Xi Niang supported her and entered the wedding room.

"Congratulations to the new concubine, we are married with His Highness, a happy marriage for a hundred years." Xi Niang helped her to the bed, said a few auspicious words, and retreated with the maid.

The bead curtain fell lightly, once again blocking the hustle and bustle outside the house.

The dragon and phoenix candles are shining brightly, and the room is full of brilliance.

Hollow carved screen, glazed cup on a red sandalwood bench.

Feng Qingcheng sat by the bed and looked at the antique furnishings in the room. She thought of the scenes of falling into the water, being rescued, and paying homage, as if she had fallen into an inexplicable farce, and felt that everything in front of her was alternating between reality and illusion The ups and downs made my head ache.

Her last memory is of herself being smashed to pieces in the explosion, so what now?Reborn in this strange world, married to a strange man?

(End of this chapter)