The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Ke Yunchu smiled sweetly, the red flowers and green plants all over the place could only be reduced to his foil, obviously he was standing in front of him so real and vivid, but Qi Rongxia felt that he was very far away, or that he had never been close.

He was married, so he didn't even have the right to stare at him secretly.

Qi Rongxia tried her best to raise her spirits and smiled, still with a gentle look, she asked in a low voice: "Then is there anything I can do for you? Consider it a gift for you."

Ke Yunchu thought for a while, and said, "Brother Rong Xia, let's be a great general! You are so good at martial arts, you will definitely be able to defend our country well!"

Qi Rongxia was slightly taken aback, unexpectedly, Ke Yunchu still remembered his ideals and ambitions on the city wall that day, and the gift he wanted was to allow himself to realize his ideals...

How could someone be so lovable...

He sighed inwardly, and then smiled softly, "Okay, I promise you, I will definitely become a general and protect the country... Even if I die in battle with you, I will not hesitate!"

The fire was rekindled in his eyes.

The red sun is gradually setting, and the sky is gradually dyed with red clouds, like a shy girl.

Qi Rongxia can't stay here for too long, otherwise it will attract the attention of the crown prince. He put his hand on the top of Ke Yunchu's soft hair and rubbed it gently: "You are going to get married, you have to prepare well, don't panic when the time comes, and become a A confused bride. It's getting late, so I'll leave first."

How could Ke Yunchu understand his loss, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Goodbye, Brother Rong Xia!"

Qi Rongxia took another deep look at him before turning around and leaving.

But how could he, who was full of fighting spirit, know that how could a little fool who was ignorant of the world say something like defending the country.

It's just that on a certain day in a certain year, I overheard the ideals expressed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to Yue.

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Ke Yunchu finally recited "Caiwei", and under Cui'er's guidance, he recited an extra sentence, "Death and life are in harmony with each other, and you will talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old with you.", and ran to the prince's palace full of joy , to show off in front of Feng Jialan.

Because they were preparing for their big wedding, they didn't have to go to school, and they hadn't seen each other for a few days.

The guard at the gate is Feng Jialan's personal guard. Ke Yunchu has always been Feng Jialan's little tail, as long as he can follow him, he will follow wherever Feng Jialan goes, so he is very familiar with this guard .

Of course, it is unilaterally familiar.

Ke Yunchu called out "Brother Guard" with bright eyes, and was about to go in directly, but the moment he was about to step into the door of the bedroom, the guard suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked him from the door.

He was a little confused, did the brother guard not recognize him?

"Brother guard, it's me, I'm here to find brother Jialan!"

However, the guards still stood in front of him like a statue.

Ke Yunchu: "Is it because brother Jialan is not in the bedroom?"

The guard still had a dignified look on his face, without saying a word. The master had told him that if Ke Yunchu came over, he must be stopped.

Optimistically, Ke Yunchu took the guard's silence as a default, and said with a smile: "Then I will come again next time!"

As he said that, he turned around and ran away, his feet hopping like a lively rabbit, showing no sense of loss.

However, on the second and third day, he still failed to see Feng Jialan, "When will Brother Jiali come back?"

Ke Yunchu sat at the guard's feet, raised his head and asked him.

When the sun was setting, Ke Yunchu still didn't find anyone, so he finally stood up and left.

Even the guards could see that his footsteps were not as cheerful and relaxed as that day, and Gujing Wubo's eyes showed a trace of pity.

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No one dared to neglect the prince's wedding. Ever since the emperor issued the imperial decree, the entire East Palace has been busy, preparing to welcome their second master.

The people who made Ke Yunchu's wedding clothes have come here again and again, just to ensure that the wedding clothes fit well.

After painstaking sewing day and night, Ke Yunchu's wedding dress was finally finished.

He looked at the bright red clothes in Tweety's hands, and finally understood why they had to swing themselves around these days.

He asked in surprise, "Is this the clothes I will wear when I get married with brother Jialan?"

"Yes." Cui'er handed the costume to Ke Yunchu, "Ke Ban...Master, try it first, if you don't like it, you can ask the servants to make it again, and it will always make the style that Mr. Ke likes."

Ke Yunchu looked at this exquisite wedding dress, the flowers and birds embroidered on it were just like the real thing, he liked it very much.

He was full of joy and let Cui'er play with it, and changed him into a wedding dress.

In an instant, Tweety'er's eyes lit up in the room.

Ke Yunchu was good-looking before, even more charming and charming than most of the official ladies, with a soft and waxy appearance. Now at the age of [-] or [-], the masculine characteristics are not obvious, and she looks more like a beautiful girl from some family. The gorgeous bright red color made his skin white as jade and his face like a peach blossom.

Ke Yunchu touched the flowers and birds on his body curiously, and felt that the birds were so vivid that they seemed to fly out of the clothes.

He turned around in front of the bronze mirror, but he didn't hear Tweety's comments for a long time, so he asked unsurely, "Sister Tweety, isn't it pretty?"

"It's... nice..." Tweety replied absentmindedly.

Ke Yunchu breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was relieved, "I'll wear it and show Brother Jialan to see if he likes it!"

He lifted his wedding dress, and ran out without letting himself step on the hem of the clothes.

This time he changed to a different time point than before, and finally saw Feng Jialan.

Ke Yunchu's eyes became brighter, and he rushed towards Feng Jialan like a ball of red flames, "Brother Jialan!"

Feng Jialan didn't want to see him at first, but he was still wearing a bright red wedding dress, which was really an eyesore.

What does it mean?Can't wait?

Feng Jialan kept a cold face, as if he didn't see Ke Yunchu, he changed his way from a distance.

Ke Yunchu really thought that Feng Jialan didn't see him, so he quickly shouted, "Brother Jialan! Wait for me!"

Feng Jialan's feet were blown by the wind, and he walked faster.

Panting, Ke Yunchu chased after Feng Jialan, panting, intermittently said: "Brother Jialan, you are walking too fast...I can't catch up..."

The hem of Xifu's clothes was too long, he lost his grip and stepped on the hem of the clothes and fell.

Hearing Ke Yunchu's cry of pain, Feng Jialan paused, turned around with a livid face, and saw Ke Yunchu get up from the ground awkwardly.

It was too far away just now, and Feng Jialan turned around and left without looking closely at all, only now can he see Ke Yunchu's attire clearly.

This dazzling ecstasy seems to be reminding myself, look, this idiot who can't even walk steadily is your future princess!

Ke Yunchu stood still in front of Feng Jialan, turned around in front of him, and asked as if asking for credit, "Brother Jialan, look at my wedding dress...does it look good? It was just made today. Put it on and I will wear it for you to see..."

It is indeed a good watch if it is not known that there is something wrong with his brain.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the wedding dress is, if it is worn by a fool, it will become garbage.

Feng Jialan sneered, only feeling anger burning in his heart, he took a step forward, pulled his front lapel, and without much effort, his hands tore the lapel to pieces, revealing the white shirt inside.

Ke Yunchu was unprepared, panicked and wanted to stop Feng Jialan, but his strength was no match for him, and he could only watch him tear the wedding clothes on his body into rags inch by inch.

Looking at the messy and torn red cloth on the ground, Ke Yunchu was startled, and thought, just a second ago, they were still very beautiful clothes that he liked very much.

It was what he wanted to wear when he married brother Jialan. How did it become like this now?

Ke Yunchu squatted down and looked at the pile of red cloths, trying to piece them together, but the broken mirror couldn't be reunited, the water was hard to recover, and the broken wedding clothes still couldn't be pieced together.

He raised his head and asked cautiously, "Brother Jialan...do you not like this wedding dress?"

He looked very pitiful, but Feng Jialan, who was forced to marry a fool, felt even more pitiful. He said viciously, "You are wrong, I am saving it. Because the person wearing it is not worthy of it, let it loses its value, do you understand?"

Ke Yunchu stared at him blankly, even more at a loss.

He pursed his lips tightly, with the corners of his lips down, as if he was about to cry.

Feng Jialan said with a cold face, "Why, are you going to cry? You are showing this face to anyone, and you can cry if you want to cry."

Except for the physiological tears stimulated by the mustard, he had never seen Ke Yunchu cry, which made him a little bit interested again: "You cry and show me, I might be able to take pity on you."

However, Ke Yunchu still looked at him blankly with that expression of wanting to cry.

Feng Jialan waited for a long time, but Ke Yunchu still didn't cry, suddenly felt a little disappointed, looked at the boy sitting on the ground contemptuously, and snorted coldly, "You can't even cry, you monster."

He raised his legs to leave, and the cold clothes brushed across Ke Yunchu's side, creating a gust of cool wind that made his body tremble slightly.

Seven years ago, he didn't know what a monster meant.

But seven years later, he already understood.

Why do you have to cry?Daddy said that all he had to do was laugh, and there would be no worries without tears.

He felt as if something had been shot in his chest and felt a dull pain.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, thinking that he might be sick, which he had never done before.

Must be sick...