forced to fall in love

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Consonance put his palms on the ground and tried his best to support his body.

When Li Cai turned to look at her, he rubbed his knees and held Lingxi with one hand.

Zhao Qingsui leaned out from the veil, and his eyes sank when he saw the person below.

"How did you get into such a mess?"

Zhao Qingsui turned his gaze slightly, and landed on the man who was kneeling and being restrained, almost lying down on the ground, the clothes on his body were torn in many places.

"Return to Your Highness, the situation is urgent, Mr. Lu jumped off his horse in order to catch the traitor, so...it happened like this."

"A group of people, arresting one person, is it like this?" Zhao Qingsui asked coldly.

"Your Highness, calm down."

Li Cai supported Lingxi and fell down together.

"Your Highness, calm down."

The rest of the subordinates of Dali Temple also shouted after Li Cai.

The temperature around him dropped instantly, and everyone was silent.

Lingxi looked at the pattern of the floor tiles, his mind went blank, and he could only hear the wind passing by his ears, and the muffled sound of horses stamping their hooves from time to time.

"His Royal Highness starts driving, ordinary people wait to get out of the way!"

"The minister waits to send you off to Your Highness."

Li Cai helped Lingxi move to the side of the road, the carriage passed in front of him and left, the faint gravel mixed with the sound of horseshoes stepping on the stone slab echoed in his ears.

Lingxi lowered her head, but felt a gaze lingering on her, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Master Li and Master Lu please stand up."

Lingxi raised his eyes and Su Rui walked towards her, it seemed that God had left first in a carriage.

The subordinates beside him supported Lingxi to stand up.

"Lord Lu, this is the ointment that His Highness specially ordered me to give you."

Only then did Lingxi see clearly that she was still holding an elegant white porcelain bottle in her hand.

"Applied daily to wounds, they heal within a few days."

Holding the white porcelain bottle in the palm, an instant cold sensation spreads along the blood to the limbs, reducing the burning sensation.

Although Lingxi couldn't even tell whether the burning sensation came from the wound on his body or something else.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Lingxi was helped back to Dali Temple, and when she sat down to rest, she noticed that most of the exposed skin was just some simple scratches, and the slightly uncomfortable part was hidden under the official robe, maybe There are bruises.

The subordinate fetched water for Lingxi, and the clear water reflected the dirt on her face.

I don't know if it's the thief's blood or her own blood, but it rubbed across her right cheek, leaving a bright mark, while the other half's left cheek was covered with a layer of black ash, as if from a charcoal stove. Running out of general.

Lingxi thought, if it weren't for the official robes on his body, it might be credible to say that he was an opera singer.

"Miss Su Rui, why are you here?"

Lingxi paused for washing her face, and was about to get up. In the next second, several people came in front of her. Before Lingxi could stand upright, someone had already pulled her to sit down.

"Master Lu, please sit down quickly, and let the subordinate inspect your injury."

One hand rested on the pulse of her wrist, and the other opened the medicine box that she carried with her. The strong smell of medicine overflowed, and the bitter smell surrounded her.

It doesn't take so many people.

"His Highness ordered me to invite the imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital to treat you all."

The person standing behind the stacked figures spoke slowly.

all of you.

Lingxi turned her head suddenly, but she was the only one being restrained in the room.

Then Lingxi saw her clapping her hands, followed by maids coming in with suitcases behind her.

"This is His Royal Highness ordering the chef in the mansion to offer condolences to everyone in Dali Temple."

The carrying boxes were opened one by one, and there were unique snacks in them, which were colorful and exquisite.

"I am waiting to thank His Highness for your gift, and everyone in Dali Temple will definitely live up to the expectations of His Majesty and His Highness."

Li Cai saluted Su Rui, and the two of them said a few more words, and when Su Rui left, Lingxi felt the scrutiny she was looking into her eyes.

The imperial physician helped Lingxi clean up the wound, and prescribed some internal and external medicines, and Lingxi asked them to heal others.

After all, as a woman, internal injuries need to be healed by herself.

Lingxi carefully spread the wreckage fragments swept out from the brazier in the courtyard on the table, black ash fell from the edges that were burnt by the fire, and after looking at them one by one, Lingxi suddenly saw that most of the missing fragments were still there. There are three words left.

"Flower Moon Night."

Lingxi rummaged through the information, searched all night, but still didn't find the answer, but first waited for the auspicious day reported to the emperor by the Ministry of Rites at the court.

"It's so good, it will make the two of you get married quickly, ahem..."

Lingxi looked at Zhao Cong, who was getting more and more ill, and felt uneasy in his heart.

On the day of the wedding, there was a mighty procession to see off the relatives, escorted by the cavalry military academy on both sides, and the group actually extended to the street, surrounded by countless people from the capital city.

The sound of gongs and drums continued, Lingxi rode on a high horse, looked down at the people on both sides, glanced at them without focus, and looked up at the road ahead, for some reason, her hand holding the rein was slightly cold.

Under the calm face, there was a wave gradually rising in her heart, as if it was going to drown her, it suddenly surrounded her.

It feels weird.

Consonance's peripheral vision turned slightly, the wind lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a smear of red could be vaguely seen inside.

Walking to the front of the mansion, Lingxi turned over and fell off the horse, the drums were beating, and the music was playing in unison, the curtains were suddenly lifted, and the people in the carriage were helped out of the carriage by Su Rui.

Lingxi was stunned for a moment, his eyes were turned away, and his fingertips were stroking the inner lining of dark blue flowers.

The person beside her was wearing a big red shirt, Luanfengxia Phi, and a pearl crown on her head. The dazzling red was overshadowed when her hand lightly rested on Lingxi's arm.

The smooth and delicate palms shook with the movement of the two walking in, and the slight scratches were a little itchy, and Lingxi's heart trembled immediately.

Zhao Cong himself sat in a high position, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Lingxi was a little dazed, followed the voice in his ear to end the ceremony, and numbly saluted to Zhao Cong, and then numbly saluted to the so-called heaven and earth, when finally face to face with God, Lingxi traced her face through the thin red silk contour.

At the wedding banquet at night, cups and cups were mixed, and the candlelight in front of the eyes swayed the figure. After sending Zhao Cong away respectfully, Lingxi went straight to the wedding room.

The backyard was silent and dim, Lingxi walked through the promenade, turned a corner, and suddenly a light appeared in front of him.

It seemed like a lighthouse appearing in the vast sea, guiding her in the direction to go.

Lingxi stood in front of the door, hesitating a little, raising his hand high but did not drop it.

"who."

Suddenly there was a cold sound from inside.

"Your Highness."

Lingxi took half a step back and bent slightly.

"Enter."

Lingxi pushed the door slowly, and the candlelight inside seemed to pour down like an overwhelming sky, shining Lingxi in the middle.

Zhao Qingsui was sitting in the chief seat and looked up at her with a calm expression.

Originally the red silk on her head was placed by her hand when saluting, and she was still wearing the red dress, Lingxi just glanced at it, then lowered her head abruptly.

Shocking red, like a cluster of fire, in an instant the tongue of flames swirls and swallows up people's belts and bones.

Consonance's pupils constricted suddenly, and she remembered that strange feeling before, she also had it in the previous life.

The wet touch is gentle and delicate, just a slight touch, as if the sky is tilting and collapsing.

"Master Lu, why hasn't he entered the room for so long?" Zhao Qingsui held the teacup and took a sip of the tea.

Lingxi closed the door, suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart, turned around and saluted, "Return to Your Highness, I don't know whether I should enter or not."

"Why?"

Lingxi hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

Zhao Qingsui glanced at her lightly, and put down the teacup: "No matter what, Master Lu and Ben Gong are a legitimate couple. On the wedding night, the groom does not enter the door, so how can we do it?"

"Yes."

Lingxi replied in a low voice, the candlelight on the table flickered, and the shadow of the person in front of him flickered, leaving a long and narrow shadow on the ground.

The room suddenly fell silent, the doors and windows were closed tightly, not even a breath of wind could be felt, only the two of them were left.

"Since we are husband and wife, Mr. Lu can sit and talk."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Lingxi turned around and sat directly under Zhao Qingsui, sitting upright with his hands in front of him, looking straight ahead.

There is no way to tell that the two are just married couples.

Zhao Qingsui's eyes stopped turning, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although she didn't want to see Lu Mu act out of line, asking him to sit down was just a polite way, and if he really sat on an equal footing with her, she would feel a little displeased.

But this person, not only didn't have any, he even looked at her strictly, and he was very good at seeing her.

So, when I met him for the first time, was his vain disrespect, was it true or not?

Lingxi noticed the divine gaze on his side, and sat up straighter.

"Is the injury on Master Lu healed?"

Suddenly Zhao Qingsui asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. After applying the ointment that His Highness gave me, it is almost healed."

"Well, Mr. Lu is a young hero. He jumped off such a fast horse without hesitation."

Lingxi suddenly remembered her half-colored half-black face.

"The situation was urgent at that time, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I was a little reckless. It was my crime to disturb His Highness."

Zhao Qingsui waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Mr. Lu wanted to catch the thief, so how can I blame you?" She paused and then raised her eyes to look at Lingxi: "Think about it, Mr. Lu has such courage because he practiced martial arts diligently when he was young. .”

The person in front of him was handsome no matter how he looked at it, making it impossible to imagine what he would be like when he practiced martial arts.

"Your Highness praises me, but I don't dare to be a minister. The minister is just a stupid way. It is really not advisable to hurt one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred."

Lingxi sighed secretly when he thought of the internal injuries that were still not healed.

Zhao Qingsui looked at the person in front of him seriously shaking his head, tapped his fingertips along the edge of the table, and did not speak.

At night, fearing that the nanny sent by the emperor named Nushishi to watch would see something, the two lived in the same room.

It's just that Lingxi sleeps under the bed, while Zhao Qingsui sleeps on the bed.

The luxuriant candles were blown out, and the room went dark in an instant.

At night, a divine voice suddenly came from Lingxi's dazed ears.

It seems to be a dream and it seems to be reality.

"Su Rui..."

The voice in the ear did not stop, and Lingxi woke up slowly.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"water……"

The person behind the bed curtain couldn't see his face clearly, but his voice was very soft, like a murmur in sleep.

Lingxi got up and lit the Daoguang, holding the teacup close to him.

Lingxi reached out and gently lifted the bed curtain, leaned down, trying to wake up God, but the outstretched hand was still hanging in the air.

In the next second, Zhao Qingsui suddenly opened his eyes.

In the faint candlelight, Lingxi's eyes met hers, with Lingxi's slightly open hand in between.

The screen and time froze instantly.

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