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Chapter 1 Candle Shadow Shaking Red

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    ? Great Zhou Dynasty, autumn of the twenty-seventh year of Emperor Li Sheng, August 16th.

    It is the time when the moon is in the sky.  A round of bright moon, as bright as a jade plate, swaying down with infinite brilliance, enveloped the fragrance of osmanthus seeds floating secretly in the garden.  Zhuang Mengdie was sitting on the wedding bed, dressed in a dragon and phoenix wedding dress, and a red gauze handkerchief on her head, listening quietly to the faint sound of wine and cups at the wedding banquet coming from the fragrance of osmanthus.

    "Early Spring." She called softly.

    "Yes, miss." Immediately a clever little girl beside him responded.

    Mengdie asked again: "What time is it now?"

    Chuchun looked at the leak, and replied: "The hour of Hai is about to pass, and it's almost midnight."

    Mengdie didn't make a sound, but frowned slightly.  After several hours of sitting upright, the pressure of the phoenix crown on his head has made his neck sore.

    Chuchun showed a worried look on his face, and asked with concern: "Miss, are you tired? Why don't you have a cup of green tea in Chuchun?"

    Mengdie's brows have been stretched, and she said lightly: "No, I'm not tired." After a pause for a while, she chuckled again, and then said: "You don't have to worry, what should come will always come."  Her dowry maid, who grew up together since she was a child, loves her like sisters. Now that the groom has not entered the bridal chamber, it must be because he is in a hurry?

    Chuchun answered softly, but his eyes still looked outside the door involuntarily.  From Shenshi to Zishi, when will the bridegroom show up?

    After more than half an hour of touching like this, there was a sound of steady footsteps outside the door.  Only Xi Niang who was waiting outside the door beamed and said: "Congratulations, my lord! Congratulations to my lord!" A man's voice gave a faint "hmm", and then there was a knock on the door.

    Mengdie was wearing a hijab, only felt a gust of cold wind blowing outside the door, and felt her body tremble slightly, and she didn't know if it was because of the cold wind or nervousness.  The footsteps approached, but Mengdie couldn't see them, but felt the imminent momentum.  She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the hands clasped in her sleeves couldn't help tightening, but she only felt that her fingers were cold.

    I heard Chuchun's voice again: "My lord, please pick up your hijab!"

    Mengdie's heartbeat quickened suddenly, and she felt a sudden fever on her face. At this moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and what she saw was a hazy bright red.  Mengdie blinked with some discomfort, and gradually saw the tall and straight figure in front of her.  Looking up, he saw a pair of deep eyes staring at him firmly.  Those pupils were as bright as stars, which made the glow in the room seem to dim for an instant.  Mengdie couldn't help being in a trance.

    Ling Zimo was also taken aback for a moment.  He had seen countless concubines in the palace since he was a child, and all of them were good-looking, so although he had heard that the eldest lady of the prime minister's mansion had a good appearance, he didn't take it seriously.  But when the red hijab was lifted, he was still lost in that moment.  The delicate makeup of the bride makes the face in front of her look as charming as a rose flower with the morning light.  Those black and white pupils, where the clear gaze touched, Ling Zimo seemed to feel a clear spring flowing.  When she looked up into his eyes, his heart suddenly skipped a beat uncontrollably.

    However, he was only taken aback for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses.  Seeing that Mengdie was staring at him obsessively, a slightly mocking smile appeared on his face.  "I wonder if the princess is satisfied with this king's appearance?" He said unhurriedly.

    This sound seemed to wake up the dream butterfly.  Thinking that she would lose her composure, she couldn't help feeling annoyed, but her face remained calm as usual, and she just turned her eyes to the pair of red candles on the table.  "The prince is among dragons and phoenixes, so his appearance is naturally noble and extraordinary." He said with a slight smile.

    This reaction was probably beyond Ling Zimo's expectation, he was startled again, and then a burst of inexplicable anger welled up in his heart.  With a cold snort, he was about to speak, when Chu Chun suddenly said: "Please invite the prince and princess to have a cup of wine!"

    Ling Zimo took a cold look, only to see Chuchun waiting at the side, two glasses of wine had already been poured on the table, and he was looking at them eagerly.  Chuchun's heart trembled when he saw him, and hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to speak out.  Ling Zimo could hear Ling Zimo coldly saying: "You go down first, you don't have to wait." Chu Chun showed a puzzled and dissatisfied expression on her face, but she didn't dare to raise her head, so she could only answer "Yes" in a low voice, and slowly exited the room  Go, close the door.

    Mengdie listened to his order and couldn't help but look back at him again.  I saw Ling Zimo meditating for a while, then sat down at the table without looking at her, just staring at the two full glasses of wine on the table, and didn't speak for a long time.  Seeing his expression, Mengdie was puzzled, but she didn't speak.  I just remembered the day when my father mentioned this marriage to me for the first time

    That fashion is the season when Xiao He first appeared.

    Mengdie is used to getting up early in summer, and after eating two mouthfuls of porridge that day, she is leaning on the soft couch, reading a book leisurely under the shade of the plane tree.  The morning light is bright, and the mottled tree shadows are reflected on her emerald green embroidery.Lan's long dress complemented her snow-white complexion.

    When Prime Minister Zhuang entered the small courtyard, he saw his daughter looking as lazy as a kitten, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, as if the figure of the woman from twenty years ago flashed before his eyes.

    On the contrary, Mengdie caught a glimpse of him first, and seeing his father just staring at him blankly, he was a little puzzled at first, but then suddenly realized, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

    Mengdie got up from the soft couch, coughed, and called: "Daddy!"

    "Ah," Prime Minister Zhuang woke up like a dream, "Dieer!"

    Mengdie's clear eyes flicked over her father's face: "What's the matter, Dad?"

    "Well" Prime Minister Zhuang walked a few steps in deep thought, and walked to Mengdie's side.  Seeing her daughter's bright eyes and white teeth, she is slim and her appearance is just like that of her wife twenty years ago, she didn't know how to speak.

    Mengdie waited for a long time, and seeing his father's hesitant appearance, he already understood seven or eight points in his heart.  She smiled faintly: "Is there anything embarrassing for Daddy? A daughter should help her father solve his problems."

    Seeing the mirror-like gaze of Mengdie, Prime Minister Zhuang was almost overwhelmed. He couldn't help turning his head away, staring at Wutong beside him, and said with some embarrassment: "I have booked a marriage for you"

    Mengdie sucked in an inaudible breath.  She was already eighteen years old, and knew that the marriage would happen sooner or later, but after hearing it at first, she still had some inexplicable feeling in her heart.  At this moment, she also turned her head to look at the tall plane tree.  Summer is the most luxuriant time for sycamore trees. The green leaves are so green that water drips out. At this time, the branches and leaves of a tree are swaying leisurely in the wind.

    Seeing that she didn't respond, Prime Minister Zhuang thought she was unhappy, so he hurriedly said, "It's King Yu"

    Oh, is he actually the most beloved youngest son of the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty?  It seems that I am quite blessed.  Mengdie sneered in her heart, and Prime Minister Zhuang continued to flatter her and said, "King Yu is young and promising, he has won the favor of God, and he is also a first-class handsome man. Although he has already accepted a side concubine, he is willing  Marrying you as a concubine, Daddy will never wrong you" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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