Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

She suddenly turned around and saw the man in ink standing behind her.

He looked at her in a steady way. There was an unreadable emotion in his burning eyes. There seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes.

Su Yunqin put down his burden and stepped forward.

"You..."

"I sent someone to escort you back." Feng Qianmo said first.

Su Yunqin gently pursed his lips, nodded and said slowly, "do you have anything else to say to me?"

She felt that he should have something to say.

They are about to get married, but they have to separate for a month. For each other, they are more or less reluctant.

He spread out his big hand in front of her, and a jade pendant suddenly lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

"What is this?" She asked strangely and picked up the jade pendant.

"You half me half."

Su Yunqin saw their surnames engraved on them, a wind and a su. There was a crack in the middle of the jade pendant, which could be easily broken. No wonder she said that there were two lines on the jade pendant. It turned out that one was the other.

She raised her lip. "OK."

Then she handed him half of the jade pendant engraved with "Su", and a smile opened at the bottom of her eyes.

"Wait for me." She whispered two words.

Between the eyes, it has been better than thousands of words. No matter how many words seem to be unimportant.

Feng Qianmo put the jade pendant into his sleeve, came forward, put her in his arms and held her tightly.

"If I can, I really don't want you to go." He buried his face in her neck and rubbed it gently.

He smelled the familiar fragrance between her black hair, which made him reluctant to give up.

Su Yunqin buried his face in his arms and said softly, "no matter how tolerant, after all, we should come according to the rules?"

At least this is the request of Su Peng's rigid old man. As the younger generation, they still have to follow the rules after all.

A man whispered in his ear.

"Be careful on the road." He turned his head sideways, rubbed his cool lips over her ears and gently commanded.

Su Yunqin rubbed his arms and nodded.

The man released her, "I'll send you out of the palace alone."

"No, it's like leaving life and death. You don't have to give it to me. I can go by myself." Su Yunqin walked out, took a few steps, and felt uncomfortable. He turned back and put his arms around his neck.

Feng Qianmo's eyes darkened.

The soft lips fell on his lips, warm and soft.

The familiar breath made him really want to deepen the kiss, but he held it back deeply.

The little woman rarely offered a kiss, which made his heart tremble slightly.

Su Yunqin kissed enough, then released him, reached out and patted him on the chest, and said, "OK, I'll go."

He looked at the woman's rosy lips and really wanted to catch her and give her a hard kiss, but he held back.

OK, the future is long. He stares at 8 o'clock next month and gives the little woman a hard toss.

Su Yunqin walked out.

The bottom of my heart filled with a trace of melancholy.

After leaving for a month, I don't know what will happen to men with children? I can't imagine that scene.

……

Half a month passed in the twinkling of an eye.

On the third day of junior high school, the imperial palace of the ancient Zhou Dynasty was busy preparing the princess's dowry and getting their eldest princess married.

Su Yunqin was too lazy to take care of anything, so she was arranged by her grandfather and father.

As night fell, she sat in the room, holding her cheeks in her hands and looking at the moonlight outside the window, with a layer of sadness at the bottom of her eyes.

Is this the legendary anxiety disorder before marriage?

At this time, Jingrong stepped into the hall and shouted, "Miss, the wedding dress has been sent. Have a look?"

Su Yunqin raised her head and looked at Jing Rong. She walked in with a tray in her hands. Her eyes flashed and stood up.

"Let me see."

This is the wedding dress sent from Tianxuan.

The styles of the wedding clothes were chosen by Feng Qianmo. The size of the wedding clothes completely fitted her. She raised her fingers and gently rubbed the soft and comfortable materials on the wedding clothes, and her eyes softened a little.

Feng Qianmo is very careful.

"Miss, would you like to have a try?"

Su Yunqin nodded slightly and said, "try it and see if it fits."

Although you can see at a glance that it fits you very well.

Jing Rong smiled and hurriedly changed her clothes.

As soon as I put on my wedding dress, there was a low cry from the bodyguard outside.

"Who?"

This time back to the ancient Zhou Dynasty, Feng Qianmo specially arranged the evil wind to escort her back to the ancient Zhou Dynasty, and the voice of the evil wind also came.

"Jun Minghui, what are you doing?"

"Shut up, you can call our Majesty's name?" Another with some childish male voice yelled at the evil wind.

Su Yunqin quickly looked at Jingrong, "come on, help me change my clothes back."

She doesn't want her wedding dress to be seen by other men. It's the dress she should wear when she gets married. She just wants to show it to Feng Qianmo.

Jingrong nodded and helped her change her clothes.

There was a sound of fighting outside. It seemed that it was an evil wind.

But after a while, after changing his clothes, Su Yunqin went out, "stop!"

The evil wind outside is fighting with Jun Minghui's subordinates, and the confrontation atmosphere is obvious.

Hearing Su Yunqin's voice, both sides stopped and turned to look at her.

Su Yunqin strode forward and looked directly at Jun Minghui. His eyes were shining with drunken confusion, and his jade like face was also stained with a blush under the infiltration of Yuehua.

be in drink?

There was indeed a smell of wine in the garden.

She frowned, "brother Jun, do you have something to say to me?"

Jun Minghui was already drunk with blurred eyes. He stared at Su Yunqin for a long time before nodding.

He is now half drunk, and only by drinking can he come to see Su Yunqin.

He heard that Tianxuan and the ancient Zhou state were about to marry, and Su Yunqin was about to marry Feng Qianmo. After receiving the news, he left almost all the state affairs in his hands and rushed to the ancient Zhou state.

He lingered in the capital of the ancient Zhou Dynasty for two or three days, but he didn't come to see Su Yunqin for a long time.

He was just afraid, afraid to see her happy, just because of other men.

He had thought about countless possibilities, including the possibility that she would marry, but up to now, he didn't expect that after the real thing happened, he was still sad and hurt.

Looking at the man's injured appearance, Su Yunqin sighed and said, "sit in the house. Jingrong, go and make a pot of good tea for his majesty Tianyan."

Then she turned and entered the hall.

Jun Minghui's footsteps shook a little, but he still pretended to follow calmly. After entering the hall, he stood silent, and his whole face was covered in the dark.

Su Yunqin saw him pestle there, pointed to the chair and said, "sit down."

He took a slow step, walked over and sat down.

"Brother Jun, you don't seem to drink much on weekdays."

"... well." He gave only one word.

He clearly had a lot to say to her, but when he really saw her, he couldn't say a word.

What can he say to tell her not to marry? impossible.

How could he stop her from loving that man so much?

"Brother Jun." Su Yunqin suddenly recalled his thoughts, "I know what you're thinking, and you know that I'm not suitable for you."

Jun Minghui pursed his lips.

"I think there must be a better woman with you. I hope brother Jun can be happy. At least our children can continue to be friends in the future."

From the beginning, her definition of Jun Minghui was brother, and there would be no other relationship.

She just hopes he can be happy. She can't finish the five years of care.

She looked at him with burning eyes, hoping that he could give a response.

After a long time, Jun Minghui nodded heavily.

"You're right, i... it's time to let go." Let go of that obsession and really look for the woman you really love.

Su Yunqin smiled.

"It's getting late. I won't disturb your rest. You'll be on your way tomorrow... I'll go first." He rocked to his feet and walked out.

He felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't stay any longer. He would only make himself more embarrassed.

Su Yunqin watched him leave his back, and there was more helplessness in his faint sight.

She owes Jun Minghui too much.

But it's not over after all.

……

Early the next morning, Su Yunqin got into the carriage and prepared to go to Tianxuan.

Because the journey is long and takes several days, we must start very early.

Su Yue and Su Peng also got on the carriage and prepared to go to Tianxuan to attend Su Yunqin's wedding.

In addition to them on their way, naturally Tianxuan also sent someone to pick up the wedding. Although the journey is far away, the ceremony of picking up the wedding is also necessary.

When the carriage drove out of the imperial capital, the people around looked around and came to join the fun.

The princess of the ancient Zhou Dynasty is getting married, which is undoubtedly a great joy.

The surrounding atmosphere was very warm, and the noise of people talking in the street was blocked by the carriage wall.

Su Yunqin helped the Phoenix crown on his head and rolled his eyes.

It's such a long road. Do you have to bear the Phoenix crown all the way?

I'm so tired.

Jingrong sat aside and saw her constantly supporting the Fengguan. He quickly took her hand and said, "Miss, why don't you help me?"

"Help what help, simply take it, lift the cover, and we'll just put it on when we turn back."

As a modern woman, she can't afford so much red tape.

But Jingrong disagreed. As soon as she said so, her face changed slightly. "Miss, this can't be made. It's unlucky."

"..." Su Yunqin's hand stopped.

Jingrong said so, and she hesitated at the bottom of her heart.

Although she is not superstitious, she is still full of expectations for her and fengqianmo's future life. They have to go for a lifetime and can't make any mistakes.

Jingrong saw that she was quiet, and the bottom of her heart slightly raised a smile.

"Don't worry, miss. You'll make it through soon."

Su Yunqin was helpless.

Jingrong, Jingrong, it really hurts you in vain.

After returning to the palace, she must torture Feng Qianmo.

If it weren't for marrying this man, where would she need to suffer such a crime?

On the eighth day of this month, the gate of emperor Tianxuan's capital was opened, and it was dawn, and the sending off team of the ancient Zhou Dynasty was welcomed.

The streets were lined with people watching the excitement.

"It is said that the princess of the ancient Zhou Dynasty is as beautiful as heaven. She is definitely a woman worthy of our majesty."

"Really? But how did I hear it was ugly?"