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Chapter 243 The female world general is here (20)

The wedding date with Murong Bai was approaching, and the general's mansion was already decorated in red, Yuan Qin said that he would wait until Luo Qinghuan's wedding was over before leaving, so the envoys from Northern Xinjiang stayed and stayed until the day before the wedding.

When Zhao Yiran brought Zhao Yi to the general's mansion as agreed, Luo Qinghuan was playing chess with Yuanqin. Yuanqin, who was upset, stared at the chessboard with wide eyes, while Luo Qinghuan beside him was resting. He rested his chin and waited for her.Zhao Yi's eyes lit up when he saw Luo Qinghuan, he dragged his sister and ran towards Luo Qinghuan, but he didn't notice Yuan Qin who was opposite her.

"Seventh Sister, Seventh Sister, I'm here..."

Luo Qinghuan heard the sound and looked back, only to see that Zhao Yi who had run to her side was tripped by the steps and was about to fall to the ground, but before Luo Qinghuan and Zhao Yiran could make a move, a figure quickly approached Zhao Yi.

It was Yuan Qin who caught Zhao Yi. Zhao Yi stared wide-eyed at the strange woman in front of him. His eyes met. Yuan Qin, who was looking at Zhao Yi, was in a daze.

"Ayi!"

Seeing his younger brother fall into Yuan Qin's arms, Zhao Yiran was taken aback, and hurried forward to pull Zhao Yi back into his arms. Yuan Qin's arms were empty, and subconsciously raised his head to meet Zhao Yiran's eyes.

"His Royal Highness Yuanqin, A Yi did not intend to offend, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Zhao Yiran lowered his head abruptly, and pressed Zhao Yi's head into his arms, for fear that the irritable Northern Xinjiang princess in front of her would accidentally bear a grudge against her younger brother. When she was feeling uneasy, Yuan Qin was I opened my mouth.

"It doesn't matter, from now on - pay attention to your feet."

Luo Qinghuan's half-outstretched hand stopped when Yuan Qin got up to pick him up. She glanced at Yuan Qin's reddish earlobe and couldn't help pursing her lips and chuckling.

Not long after, the players on the chess table changed. Luo Qinghuan and Zhao Yiran met each other. After a white piece fell from Luo Qinghuan's hand, her eyes left the chess table.

From a distance, you can see Yuan Qin and Zhao Yi chasing each other in the pavilion, and they are very happy. Zhao Yi also has a long-lost smile on his face.

"Sister Huang, look." Luo Qinghuan's voice awakened Zhao Yiran who was immersed in the chess game. Zhao Yiran glanced at her in confusion, but saw Luo Qinghuan slowly stretched out his finger.

Looking in the direction Luo Qinghuan pointed, Zhao still froze in place.

"Sister Huang, what do you think of Her Royal Highness?"

"Sister, what do you mean by that?"

"What does the queen think?"

"You don't mean to want Zhao Yi and the princess—how is this possible, A Yi has already been pointed to the King of Northern Xinjiang!"

"If Sister Huang doesn't object, my sister can help you," Luo Qing laughed happily, "Sister can you trust me?"

"Really..."

If possible, Zhao Yiran naturally does not want his younger brother to marry the old and temperamental king of Beijiang, but the emperor's order cannot be violated. Zhao Yiran has done his best to change Zhao Qinghe's mind. In vain, but today, this matter took a turning point because of Luo Qinghuan's words. Even though he thought it was impossible in his heart, Zhao still had a little fantasy.

Looking at the scene in the distance, Zhao Yiran's eyes gradually darkened, and suddenly she reached out and pressed Luo Qinghuan's shoulder.Luo Qinghuan looked up and met Zhao Yiran's resolute gaze.

"Of course my sister can trust my sister. If I succeed, my sister's great kindness will never be forgotten."

"Okay."

……

In the magnificent Xuanhua Palace, Luo Qinghuan, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, arrived late. Zhao Qinghe, who was sitting on the high seat, took a sip of wine in Yujinzhi's hand and looked down, but Luo Qinghuan was already sitting Kneel down.

Seeing Luo Qinghuan's angry face, Zhao Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pushed Yu Jinzhi's hand away.

While Luo Qinghuan knelt down, the embarrassed palace people rushed over from outside, knelt down behind her, kowtowed at her desperately before Zhao Qinghe could ask, Zhao Qinghe took a closer look, but found that these people were exactly The palace servant who I sent to the General's Mansion to assist in the wedding.

Zhao Qinghe, who had a bad intuition, secretly observed Luo Qinghuan's face, and saw that her face was always cold, Zhao Qinghe couldn't help but speak first.

"You guys, what's the matter?"

"His Majesty!"

Luo Qinghuan, who had an ugly face, fell to the ground, and she kowtowed heavily on the ground, and her voice was so loud that Zhao Qinghe, who was sitting in the seat, frowned.

"Your Majesty, I am not blessed to accept the husband you pointed out to me!"

"Prince, please hurry up, tell me slowly if you have anything to say..."

"Your Majesty, this is the good husband you chose for me. On the wedding day, I ran away with someone else. How can I face the late emperor!"

elopement? ! !

Zhao Qinghe's body froze in place, and she looked in disbelief at Luo Qinghuan, who was kneeling on the ground with an angry face.

Along with Luo Qinghuan came in were several palace servants who were sent to the General's Mansion, Zhao Qinghe couldn't help but focus on them, and seeing that the cronies he sent were all anxious, he knew Luo Qinghuan What you said is true.

Bunch of trash!
Zhao Qinghe cursed secretly in his heart, and glanced coldly at the palace man kneeling on the steps, and when he met Luo Qinghuan's gaze, Zhao Qinghe pulled his lips, "Seventh sister, I have wronged my sister for such a fact, I decided I'll give you an explanation."

……

Hall of Ceremonies

All civil and military officials knelt down on the ground. Facing the furious Zhao Qinghe, most people were dissatisfied. However, seeing that the person Zhao Qinghe was angry with was Master Murong, most of the officials stayed out of the matter and did not ask. Everyone was more interested. Instead, it was General Zhenbei who was one of the parties involved in the elopement incident.

Today's General Zhenbei's complexion is still cold, but those who are interested can still read a trace of revenge from her eyes on Lord Murong. Zhao Qinghe's angry curses are still echoing in the main hall, but everyone's attention is on Luo. On Qing Huan.

"Lord Murong, you really raised a good son!"

A memorial was thrown in front of Lord Murong, and Lord Murong who was kneeling on the ground flipped through the memorial tremblingly.

This is Luo Qinghuan's memorial, and he grabbed his painful foot and read it hard, especially when Luo Qinghuan scolded her mercilessly during yesterday's elopement incident.

A resentment rose in Zhao Qinghe's heart, that old man in Murong Mansion dared to send his son away behind his back, he really didn't take her as emperor seriously.

(End of this chapter)