rich little concubine

Three days are limited, and the time for the big wedding has come.

Before Mao's hour came, Ji Ziyang had already been pulled up by his servants, dozing off and asked them to wait for him to get dressed.

The red wedding dress of the ancients was layer upon layer, and it was very cumbersome to put on. This was simplified because Ji Ziyang was a man. If it was a woman, it would take more time to put on.

The intricate pattern of the wedding dress is embellished with extremely fine gold threads, making it even more graceful and luxurious. His complexion is set off by the clothes, and the lines of his face are more refined than usual. He has a natural temperament of a nobleman.

People rely on clothes, Buddha depends on gold clothes. It is true that it is not blown out.

The tentacles of the material are smooth and delicate, of high quality, and the decorations were never seen before when I picked them that day. Ji Ziyang was puzzled, and asked Luan'er: "Isn't that the kind of decorations I picked that day?"

Luan'er happily helped him tidy up his clothes: "These were sent by the palace later, and they were said to be chosen by the prince himself. It can be seen that the prince cares about the young master."

After hearing this, he couldn't be happy, he always felt a little weak in his heart, a sick man, still busy with these things himself?Are you not afraid that your body will be overwhelmed?

Suddenly, a thought popped up, which startled him. Wouldn't the sick prince really fall in love with him by taking some aphrodisiac medicine on his wedding day?

As soon as this idea came out, Ji Ziyang became restless, and suddenly the chrysanthemum tightened up and all drowsiness disappeared, and his mind was very clear.

He had to think of a way to get the best of both worlds.

To make money is to make money, and you have to find a way to keep your innocence!

He beckoned, called Xiaomu over, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Ah? Master, why do you want this thing?" Xiao Mumu was startled.

Ji Ziyang glared at him: "Hurry up and do it, remember to be careful, don't let anyone find out! Especially Ah Liu, don't let him see."

Xiao Mu had no choice but to sneak out from the back door of the yard quietly while others were not paying attention.

After a while, the second aunt's happy voice sounded in the yard, and she walked in briskly, dressed in festive attire, and said with a smile: "Ziyang, second aunt, I recommend myself to comb your hair, and I want to touch you too." You are happy, don't be disgusted."

"How come, the second uncle's mother came here, and it's too late for my nephew to be happy, then there will be the second aunt Lao." Ji Ziyang also politely followed the words.

"Look at you, you are polite, you are all a family, and Ziyang will be the princess of Zhenbei in the future. You should take care of your two older sisters more in the future."

Ji Ziyang smiled, it turned out that he came here to flatter him, and said, "It's easy to say."

The servants cleaned his face and wiped his hands again, if he hadn't stopped him, they almost wanted to put powder on him.

He's a man, so it doesn't matter if he gets married, if he wants to be like those male favorites, he might as well just kill him.

Before going out, Ji Zining and Ji Ziqing also came, and expressed their congratulations in a distant and polite way, but the second aunt's two daughters were very happy, and they were a little closer to him than before.

As soon as the auspicious time arrived, Xi Po and the sedan chair of the Wang's mansion were waiting at the gate of Ji's mansion.

The two uncles and aunts each said some kind words to him, it was nothing more than a superficial effort, he had no nostalgia in Jifu, he got into the sedan chair, even if he moved to another place, he agreed casually and politely and got on the sedan chair .

Luan'er, Xiaomu and Ah Liu naturally went to the palace with him, so they followed the welcoming procession and walked on the side of the sedan chair.

It was so lively along the way.

Ji Ziyang squeezed the small bag in his hand, and dozed off in peace of mind. This is what Xiaomu secretly stuffed for him while people were not paying attention. I hope this little wood can do things reliably.

When King Zhenbei got married, all the officials came to congratulate him and presented generous gifts, and the princes and ladies of the family were also led by the elders to congratulate him.

Inside the mansion, it was very lively, the steward of the Wang's mansion and Xue He greeted him at the door.

The emperor and empress also prepared rare items and ordered their servants to send them over. Several princes and Princess Jiarou were also present in person.

Among the three princes, the first prince is about the same age as King Zhenbei, and is mature and prudent, the second prince is ruthless and smooth on the surface, and the third prince and the first prince are both descendants of the empress, so they are naturally very close.

Princess Jiarou was the youngest. Although she was born of a deceased concubine, she was fostered under the empress' knees. A princess would naturally not compete with the prince for power, so the empress treated her as if she was her own, and raised her a little arrogantly.

Rather than saying that they came to congratulate, it is better to say that they came to join in the fun.

Jiarou was dressed in brocade and golden robes, earrings inlaid with white jade and beads, and there was a gold-plated exquisite gait in her hair. There was a bit of royal domineering attitude amidst the nobility, but when facing the eldest prince, she had a charming appearance. Shaking the arm of the eldest prince Ran Yanjue, he said, "Brother, do you think Brother Feng will appear this time?"

Ran Yanjue smiled gently: "It's hard to say."

Jiarou pouted unhappily: "I haven't seen Brother Feng for three years, and every time I come here, I won't be allowed to meet him! Father even ordered him to marry a man, what is father thinking! "

"Father is also for his own good, don't guess." Ran Yanjue shook his head helplessly.

"If you can't see him, it would be nice to see what his male concubine looks like." The third prince Ran Yanming came over and joked.

A few people were talking, when Xi Po led Ji Ziyang through the main entrance of the hall to the pre-arranged wedding room and waited for worship.

Naturally, this room is not in the prince's main courtyard, it is a specially prepared garden for the concubine to live in.

Jiarou snorted coldly: "Ji Ziyang is not very good these days. Brother Feng definitely doesn't like him. A male concubine can't have children. In the future, brother Feng will definitely accept a side concubine."

Ran Yanming looked in Ji Ziyang's direction and remained silent.

In the wedding room, there was a big red bed, a big red curtain, and all the decorations were tied with red satin. It was all red in the eyes. Sitting on the wedding bed, Ji Ziyang suddenly felt that he was really going to get married, and The truth is marrying a man.

Suddenly, some anxiety arose in my heart, and the crooked thoughts I had planned before felt a little empty now, so I couldn't help picking up the jug on the table and pouring some wine to drink, to suppress my shock and strengthen my courage.

"Young master, don't finish your drink, this is a handover." Watching him drink each cup, Luan'er reminded him from the side.

Not long after, Xi Po came back again, and said happily outside the door: "Princess, the auspicious time has come, it's time to pay homage, look at this Xipa, do you want to wear it?"

"No, what kind of belt do I bring as a man, I have to recognize what I will look like as the princess of Zhenbei after I recognize it." Ji Ziyang's face turned red, and his mouth smelled of alcohol. Now he has moved and his status has been upgraded. Now, I don't know when he is still that mediocre young master of Jifu!

Both Luan'er and Xiao Mumu looked at him worriedly, probably getting drunk after a few drinks.