Yan Fei

Chapter 73

Princess Qingyuan prostrated herself in front of the palace gate, the red dress and fur collar made her cheeks flush.

"My daughter is gone." Princess Qingyuan said softly, "God bless me Minghan Dayuan, eternal prosperity... Long live the emperor, long live, long live."

The princess's carriage is in the front, and behind is a long row of dowry. The wedding procession stretches from the palace gate to the Panyuan city gate.

On the third day, the wedding party had already arrived outside the state of Qi.Kiyohara raised the heavy curtain hanging on the window, and glanced at the dirt mixed with snow outside.

"Princess?"

Qingyuan sighed: "This is the last. It would be great if he could come and see me."

Suddenly, a few guards rushed past her window, and someone behind him shouted something like "he's going to die" and "wrap him in a cloak".

Qingyuan Bingxue was smart, and immediately sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly stretched out the hand with the jade bracelet from the window, and grabbed the maid who was waiting outside her carriage and talking to her just now: "What's behind?!"

The maid panicked for a moment, looked at the guard behind her, and hurriedly said: "It's nothing, the princess sit back quickly, don't catch a cold."

"You—what did the royal father add to the dowry?!"

"Princess, please pay attention to your demeanor." The official who gave the marriage drove Shi Shiran to her frame, and said coldly, "I just brought someone with me, and I can't freeze him to death. But you, the barbarian from the Northern Territory Seeing you behave like a street shrew, I can't afford to send you back..."

Qing Yuan narrowed his eyes: "You threaten me?"

The official was noncommittal, sneered, and went to the team.

For a moment, Qing Yuan seemed to be drained of strength, and fell back into the carriage.

If there was someone in the dowry, she knew who it would be.Bixie Wuqing once left her a spy for her to send. On the eve of leaving the palace, the spy came to report to the Ministry of Rites and went to the prison.She didn't know who there were traitors and thieves in the prison, but she knew the bottom courtyard from the very beginning.

She just couldn't believe that her father would actually throw him to the Northern Territory to suffer in order to get rid of that person.You know, that person's body has never been very comfortable, and it's hard to say whether he can stand the cold in the snowy field.

Qingyuan slowly hugged her knees, and the endless helplessness overwhelmed her so much that she could barely catch her breath.That person doesn't like Tianjia, but Dudu treats her very well.Thinking about it now, maybe he foresaw the fate of being in the same boat as him from the very beginning, and wanted to do more things for her that would make her happy.

She has always been strong, no matter how warm the warm cabinet or charcoal fire is, her strong temperament cannot be softened. She is stronger than her brothers, and she stands out from the crowd among the royal family like embroidered pillows.But at this moment, she couldn't restrain herself from sobbing softly, crying for her powerlessness.

In the end, all her efforts might be in vain.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?" the maid whispered outside.

Qing Yuan wiped his face, and said in a deep voice: "If Marquis Lingnan dies... don't blame me for turning my face."

The maid was startled, and hurriedly sent a message to the back.

Kiyohara leaned on the cushion and closed his eyes.

When he woke up, it was still dark outside—of course, he was trapped in a cage, which they barely covered with a layer of wind and snow to prevent him from being frozen into an ice sculpture. Blow up a horned hide.

Various small chattering voices gradually appeared in the ear.

There was a man sitting next to his cage, and a small piece of the animal skin was lifted by him.

It was a young man, the years had made his skin and bones stretched out, but he hadn't left any weather on his face, which made him look a bit in need of a beating.He gave birth to a fair and youthful face, but he was tall and tall, and his blond hair was curled up triumphantly, each strand was curled up, making his hands itchy, and he couldn't help but want to straighten it tail.

"what are you?"

He squinted.The opening is also very awkward.

The wedding procession should have already entered Moduo.The streets of Moduo are very different from those of Panyuan. A main street leads directly from the gate of the city to the palace. The whole city of Moduo is a circle, with the palace in the center. The houses of the common people are arranged around the palace, and they are arranged in order according to the terrain.And behind the palace is a river, which leads directly to the North Sea. A tall tower was built at the mouth of the sea. The glazed tiles and stained glass paved with strange brilliance under the crimson sunset.

There were people coming and going on the main street, shoulder to shoulder, guards protecting the dowry were outside the city, and both sides of the team were Moduo people, so this young man was able to sit at the edge of the cage, looking at him openly.

"What am I? I'm a human being." He said in a daze.

The young man smiled, took off the cloak on his shoulders, put it on his shoulders, and said, "No, you are... what are you here... Oh yes, you are a fairy."

"..."

I have to admit that he was surprised by this guy's rustic and sudden love words.

"Okay. You don't smile." He scratched his hair in distress, and abruptly grabbed himself into a chicken coop, "Why do you wear so little?"

"I'm just a dowry, is it important to live or die?"

"Dowry?" He opened his eyes slightly, "You are so pretty, why aren't you a bride?"

"I'm a man... Besides, how can there be a bride in a prison car?" He didn't know where he got so much patience to communicate with this young man who had no common sense.

"You people from the Central Plains are really strange. How can you use a living person as a dowry... Oh, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than the dancers in the palace."

He frowned: "The palace?"

The young man said: "Every year, the dancers will come out to dance. At that time, the palace will open its doors, and the people in the whole city can come to see it. But I'm not very interested, I only watched it once or twice."

He nodded, and unconsciously gathered the cloak on his body.

"Shall I cover the animal skin for you? Mo Duo Leng, don't catch a cold."

He froze for a moment, and then realized that he was still wearing a cloak with the other person's body temperature, and his face flushed suddenly.

He pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.The young man understood, and handed over his left hand.He pinched it gently, read a few words in a low voice, and finally kissed the knuckle of his middle finger, the drooping eyelashes cast a dreamy shadow on the eye socket.

The young man suddenly felt that the roots of his teeth were a little sore, and his heart seemed to be scratched by a little rabbit, and it was very itchy.

He raised his head and finally showed a smile: "May you be safe."

The young man was startled, and caught his cold hand backhand unexpectedly: "I like you."