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When King Zhennan's words reached Bixiaotang, Nangongyue, who was in the Dongci room, was also a little dumbfounded, and the embroidery work on her hand was almost unsteady.

The father really thought it out!

There are rules for marrying a wife. It is not a wedding ceremony, nor a concubine. If a small sedan chair is carried into the door, it means that the wife is not a wife. In the future, I am afraid that I will also be criticized and despised by others.

An Jia tried his best to give himself a slap in front of An Zhi's painting, but in the end he ended up with such a "stealing chicken but not losing rice".

"Yeah, Concubine Shi." Que'er said with a smile, "The lord just called Concubine Wei, and asked her to go to the An Mansion for employment tomorrow." Que'er laughed even more, thinking that the lord is really rare and reliable Once, it was a joy to do.

Nangong Yue responded and put An Zhihua's affairs behind her. She didn't want to worry about these irrelevant people. For her, the most important thing right now was her children...

Thinking about it, the corners of Nangong Yue's mouth twitched, and she bowed her head to look at the half-embroidered work in her hand.

This is a small indigo blue apron with a fat white male doll embroidered on it, holding a big carp in his hand. The doll's round face and lotus-like arms have been embroidered, and it looks cute.

Que'er came over and praised: "Princess Shizi, your embroidery of 'You have a surplus every year' is really good." The doll holding a carp indicates that there is a surplus every year, and it looks auspicious and festive.

I'm ashamed to say, no one in this house can embroider as a concubine of the world... However, everyone has their own strengths, right? Queer comforted herself in her heart.

"Prince Prince," Baihui reminded in a dismal manner, "It's been half an hour."

Nangongyue was pregnant, so she shouldn't work too hard, so Xiao Yi said that Nangongyue was only allowed to do one hour of embroidery work every day, and she had to rest for one incense stick every half an hour.

In fact, according to Xiao Yi's meaning, there is no need for Nangongyue to do something as small as embroidering a baby's bellyband, and let the maids do it, but Nangongyue thinks about the child in the womb and insists on doing it herself, it seems that every day is tight like now. Embroider a little, sew a little...

Rao is like this. Ten days have passed, and the water has accumulated into a river. She still has some results. A set of small apron and small clothes suitable for boys is almost completed.

"When this set is finished, I'll make another purple set. What do you think is the best pattern to embroider?" Nangong Yue stroked the indigo blue apron with satisfaction, and put it in the embroidery basket on the side.

Thrush thought for a while and then said: "Prince Prince, how about embroidering a golden lock? It has a good meaning and a long life." Moreover, embroidering a golden lock is simple, and Princess Shizi doesn't have to worry too much.

Nangong Yue heard the words, her eyes lit up immediately, she smiled and stroked her palms and said, "The golden lock is good, and it is suitable for both boys and girls." Fei was making a set of green clothes, and with these three sets, in case the belly was really a boy, he would have clothes on anyway.

Nangong Yue was immersed in her own thoughts, but she didn't notice Thrush's expression froze for a moment. She silently exchanged glances with Que'er beside her, thinking that there was a small half box of pink and tender inside a camphor wood box in the inner room. the little clothes, and the poor little grandson still has no complete clothes...

The two maids are sympathetic to the future little grandson. Concubine Shizi is embarrassed to say that the prince only thinks about his daughter. In fact, Concubine Shizi is also half a catty, right?

There is a father who is so uneasy and only wants his daughter, the younger generation may suffer a lot in the future...

Hey--

The two maids sighed in their hearts. After that, they helped Nangongyue out for a walk in the small garden...

Time passed in the blink of an eye in this quiet and leisurely atmosphere, and the next day was the day when Zhennan Wangfu hired the An family.

Since the King of Zhennan had said to keep everything simple, Mrs. Wei would naturally not go against his intentions, and quietly sent thirty-six dowry gifts to Anjia. There were no gongs, drums, and firecrackers in the palace. It's worse than that small family getting a wife.

The various prefectures in Luoyue City are naturally observing the progress of the marriage secretly. Those shrewd ladies have long guessed that the new lady of King Zhennan is playing so many tricks and wants to give the prince and concubine a slap in the face. If he failed to get off the horse, he had a big somersault. Before entering the door, he threw away all his face and prestige. However, this is the marriage of King Zhennan, and the others are only discussing and ridiculing in private at most.

As the wedding day is approaching, this marriage is only waiting for the last ceremonies of giving the dowry and welcoming the relatives. At the same time, the clansmen, relatives, friends, and in-laws of the An family in Xing'an City have all come to Luoyue City. , including Mrs. An and Mrs. An Pinling.

For a time, there was an endless stream of visitors from the An Mansion in Luoyue City, and the congratulatory gifts were sent into the An Mansion more like flowing water, to compliment, to congratulate, to cling to, to make friends... The lively atmosphere of the courtyard finally made An Zi'ang and his wife feel in their hearts. The depression has eased a little...

The day before the wedding, on the tenth day of the ninth lunar month, the dowry of the An Mansion was delivered to the palace in a mighty manner.

However, the princess Nangong Yue still did not appear, and Xiao Fei, who was in her filial piety, also did not come out. Only Zhou Roujia took Xiao Rongxuan and the others to welcome the dowry. It was the Zhennan Palace, so naturally he didn't dare to come out.

According to the rules, the bride's dowry is to be displayed in the courtyard in front of the new house. The An family is worthy of being one of the four major families in the southern border. The dowry of An Zhihua is very rich. There are a total of 124 dowries. They are spread on the ground in the yard. Each of the gold, silver, jade, clothes, jewelry, etc. is gorgeous and exquisite, and seems to be of great value.

Everyone in the An residence held their heads high, waiting for others to stare in amazement. Who would have known that the mother-in-law Luo who came to receive the dowry list turned out to be indifferent to honor and disgrace, and even the maids behind her were indifferent. Squinting, it seems strange.

Quanfu people endured and endured, and finally, while making the bed for the newlyweds, he pretended to inadvertently asked a little maid from the palace to ask a few questions, and only then did he learn that the dowry of the An family was far worse than that of the prince concubine back then.

I heard that there are two dowries for the princess, one is purchased by the Nangong family, and the other is purchased by the Ministry of Internal Affairs according to the princess's share. It's a tribute, even if people outside the royal family have money, they can't buy it...

Although the little maid had not seen it with her own eyes, she was very proud. Quanfu made a few false responses, made the bed symbolically, and after saying a few auspicious words, she hurried back to the Anfu, and put her Things are revealed to several masters one by one.

The more An Zhihua listened, the more ugly his face became. His big black eyes were flushed with anger, and he twisted his handkerchief and complained, "It's too deceiving... I'm obviously married to the Ming media, not to be a concubine!" Only thirty-six were carried, and his dowry was so neglected, An Zhihua became angry, Zhennan Wangfu was really deceiving!

"Snapped--"

In the next instant, a white tea cup was thrown at her, just right next to her skirt, and the tea and broken pieces of porcelain in the cup splashed, smearing An Zhihua's pink skirt.

"Nonsense!" An Pinling, who was sitting at the top, scolded An Zhihua angrily. If An Zhihua was not about to get married, he would have thrown the teacup in her face long ago.

An Pinling didn't talk much to An Zhihua, and looked at An Zian angrily, scolding: "If you didn't discuss things with me, how could the An family be so shameless!"

An Ziang smiled shyly and said with an apologetic smile: "Father, no matter how indifferent the palace is, when she pays her respects tomorrow, Sister Hua will be the wife of the King of Zhennan. Later, after giving birth to a son, she will naturally stand. Stand firm..."

Mrs. An also echoed repeatedly.

There are priorities, for An Jia, as long as this marriage can be achieved, there is a way to survive, and the rest can be planned slowly...

An Pinling finally calmed down a bit, he pondered for a moment, and then said to An Zhihua: "Sister Hua, there is a saying, 'The old man loves the young wife', since you are married to the prince, you have to work hard to please the prince. The most important thing is to get the prince's favor, and you must not be self-willed." He paused, and said meaningfully, "The people and things you want have already been prepared for you. How to act, can you save it?"

An Zhihua bit his lower lip and responded obediently. Now that she has no other choice, she can only move forward...

It's been a long night for An Jia.

Finally, on September 11th, the day of the wedding finally came to everyone's attention.

On this day, Nangongyue woke up early, and under the service of the maid, she wore a pink butterfly and flower makeup. She has become more and more sleepy recently, and she sits in front of the dresser with a thrush for her. Combing his hair, he yawned lazily.

"Ayue," Xiao Yi walked to her side distressedly, waving his hand to move Thrush away, "You should rest in Bixiaotang before leaving." It's just the father's continuation, what's the big deal!

Thrush took two steps back and lowered his eyebrows to avoid his gaze.

Nangong Yue quickly gave Thrush a wink, and then said to Xiao Yi: "Today is also a day of great joy for the father and the king. If I don't go, won't people think that I'm 'avoiding' her?"

Xiao Yi touched his chin, threw a wink at Nangong Yue, and said in a serious manner, "That's right, you can't suffer from anything you eat. If that's the case, don't be in a hurry, Ayue, go back to sleep. When it's auspicious, just go out and show your face."

Hearing this, Thrush simply exited the inner room, looking at the appearance of the prince, the prince concubine didn't coax him well, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to pass...

Sure enough, it wasn't until half an hour later that Nangong Yue called out Thrush into the inner room again. The red glow on her cheeks was rosier than rouge, and her bright almond eyes were gleaming with water. Xiao Yi sat lazily by the window with a satisfied expression.

Nangong Yue finally persuaded Xiao Yi to entertain the female guests who came to congratulate today in the main hall of the palace from the morning. She didn't dare to bother, and all the trivial matters of the wedding were left to Wei and Zhou Roujia to handle.

As Xiao Yi gained a lot of prestige in the southern border, the guests from various prefectures were more respectful towards Nangong Yue.

They all know that Nangong Yue is pregnant now, and they all say a lot of auspicious words, and they are very caring...

"Concubine Shizi has a good appetite recently? I think when I was pregnant with my brother Hang, I vomited to death..." Mrs. Yao looked at Nangong Yue's already pregnant belly, overjoyed as if she was her own daughter-in-law With a normal body, I thought to myself: the heir is the most important, as long as the prince has a successor, his position in the southern border will be unbreakable.

Nangong Yue smiled, her brows filled with tenderness: "This child is obedient."

Mrs. Tian gave Mrs. Yao a sideways glance, and said, "Xiao Shisun is not ordinary of course... It's not like your family Hang'er had skin like a monkey when he was a child."

The words made Nangong Yue and the ladies in the hall laugh, and the hall was happy until a middle-aged woman with a graceful and arrogant demeanor appeared.

Mrs. Tian and Mrs. Yao both knew the mother and daughter, and for a moment, the hall fell silent.

Mrs. Yao saluted the other party casually: "Mrs. Qiao." Others also saluted Mrs. Qiao.

The people who came were Mrs. Qiao and Qiao Ruolan.

Nangong Yue's gaze stayed behind Qiao Ruolan for a moment. At first glance, Qiao Ruolan was the same as before, but if you look closely, you will find that her eyes are dull now, without the agility and expression she once had. Those ladies greeted Mrs. Qiao. According to reason, Qiao Ruolan, as a junior, should also salute these ladies, but she didn't respond at all, and she didn't know where she went.

Nangong Yue couldn't help but remember that when she first returned to Bixiaotang last month, Thrush had told her that because Qiao Ruolan was so crazy, the Qiao family hired a famous doctor for her. After that, Qiao Ruolan was already well... but she didn't want to be. Such a "great" method.

People stay like this, of course they are not crazy.

In his thoughts, Mrs. Qiao had already come to the front. After seeing each other, Mrs. Qiao walked aside and sat beside a young lady wearing a pomegranate-colored robe, and greeted the other party with a smile: "Mrs. Rong, How have you been?"

Mrs. Rong didn't expect Mrs. Qiao to greet her, she was a little flattered, and hurriedly said: "Very good..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Mrs. Qiao say again: "Mrs. Rong, I heard that your Ayu married a daughter-in-law not long ago. Is the new daughter-in-law a filial one?"

Mrs. Rong was stunned, she knew what was going on.

She is the continuation of Master Rong, and the eldest son Rong Dayu is not his own parent-child, but the eldest son left by his original wife. She had also heard about the troubles in the An family a few days ago. Obviously, Mrs. Qiao wanted to use her own family to scold Sang and scold Huai.

Mrs. Rong's face suddenly looked embarrassed, whether it was Concubine Shi or Mrs. Qiao, she couldn't afford to offend her, so she could only answer vaguely.

For Mrs. Qiao, this sound was enough. She curled her lips, showing a proud look, and said in a high voice: "Ayu and Ayu's daughter-in-law are filial, and this is how human children should be!"

Mrs. Qiao's temperament is well known in the southern borders. Looking at the expression in her eyes at the moment, she knows that she is not a good person, and the female guests in the hall can only secretly say bad luck.

really--

The next moment, Madam Qiao looked at Nangong Yue, and said yin and yang: "Prince Concubine, although Mrs An is similar in age to you, she will be your mother-in-law from tomorrow. Human relations, don't ignore it. She didn't blame you for this incident, and you can't pretend that nothing happened. When you serve tea to your mother-in-law tomorrow, you have to make amends with her."

Mrs. Qiao said it was such a cliché, pressing people on the basis of seniority, and not being able to play any new tricks, even a few Queer Thrushes can estimate her mind seven or eight out of ten, brows Too lazy to move, let alone Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue looked at Mrs. Qiao with a smile, and reminded implicitly: "Eldest aunt, you seem to have forgotten that this daughter-in-law is the Princess Yaoguang appointed by the imperial court."

Nangong Yue was the first-grade Yaoguang County Lord appointed by the emperor, and An Zhihua was the wife of King Zhennan who had never been there, but she had not been appointed, so her status was naturally lower than Nangong Yue.

Mrs. Yao raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "According to Dayu's rules, when princesses and county masters get married, the husband's family must perform the rituals of the monarch and the minister.

In other words, even if An Zhihua were to marry into the palace, he would have to bow down to the county lord Nangong Yue early tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Tian immediately understood, and said to Mrs. Tian, ​​"Mother, this prince's successor should only be from the first grade, right?"

Princess Zhennan was originally a first-rank princess, but her successor's rank should not be higher than her original wife's, so even if An shi gets an appointment in the future, she will only be a first-rank concubine, not to mention that she doesn't have an appointment.

Mrs. Tian smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Yes. Even if An's and Shi Zifei are both from the first rank, Shizifei is a county master with a golden seal and a fief, and her status should be more respected. Besides, that An's family is not the same as Shizi. Without the grace of raising, you still want to ask the emperor to let the prince and the prince be filial?"

Mrs. Tian was of high rank among the female relatives in the southern border, and she was quite prestige. No one else could say what she said, but she could.

Mrs. Qiao's forehead jumped with blue veins, but she was speechless.

Mrs. Yao sneered at the corner of her mouth, and ignored Mrs. Qiao, and said, "Concubine Shizi, count the months, the little grandson is also about to move during this period of time, right?"

When it came to the child, Nangong Yue's eyes lit up again, and she looked forward to it, and said, "It should be soon..." According to the medical book, there will be obvious fetal movement in April or May, and now the child has Four and a half months.

Several ladies continued to talk around Nangong Yue and Xiao Shisun, as if the mother and daughter of Mrs. Qiao didn't exist at all...

While they were talking, the female guests were still arriving one after another. Seeing that it was almost time, Nangong Yue took them to the flower hall to listen to the opera and drink tea... When the auspicious time in the afternoon, that is, Shen Zheng, the king of Zhennan was riding The tall horse took the sedan chair to Anfu to welcome the relatives.

According to the custom, the bridegroom will usually be accompanied by his brothers and friends.

But since King Zhennan spoke in a simple manner, he just brought a sedan chair and a ceremonial guard of gongs and drums. When he arrived at the Anfu, all the procedures of blocking the door to make things difficult for the groom were also omitted, and the elder brother-in-law directly carried the bride to the sedan chair, and then carried the sedan chair. gone.

A lot of onlookers gathered at the entrance of the Anfu. I thought that the king of Zhennan would have a good time with his relatives, but he didn't want the process to be so deserted. Without a cup of tea, he carried the bride away. I thought this was not a marriage, but a bliss!

The people in Anfu were so ashamed that they were about to dig a hole in the ground, but they could only bite the bullet and finish the ceremony of marrying a daughter.

The atmosphere on this table is inevitably a bit weird, and the guests are all whispering behind their backs.

In this strange atmosphere, I saw a young servant running over in a panic, while running, shouting: "Old Master, First Master, it's not good, there are officers and soldiers coming..."

An Pinling frowned and was about to scold when he saw a group of soldiers of the Southern Border Army in black armor rushing in aggressively.

"This official..."

An Zian next to An Pinling stood up, thinking there was some misunderstanding, but before he said anything, he was interrupted by a young soldier in the lead:

"The prince has an order, the mansion is searched, and no one is allowed to leave the mansion! Those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

The words are sonorous and powerful, murderous, and people dare not take it lightly!

All the guests at the table turned pale with shock, and looked at each other in a commotion...

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!