Chapter 290 Wedding Banquet
Prince Jing recovered quickly.
But the door is closed and no visitors are received.
No one could get any news about him.
But time never waits for anyone, and finally the eighth day of April arrived.
This is the day when Prince Jing and Prince Duan get married.
Except for the parties involved, everyone had a happy smile on their face.
An Jiu got up early today.
Take the initiative to work overtime.
She had to follow the emperor. The Chu spies had not given her any orders yet, and she didn't know what they wanted her to do?
The emperor attended the morning court, had breakfast and changed his clothes.
He was dressed particularly handsomely today, exuding the luxury and majesty that an emperor should have from head to toe.
Today, he will go to Prince Duan's Mansion to attend Prince Duan's wedding banquet.
As for Prince Jing...
He was never able to marry Miss Liu in person, but King Ming went on his behalf.
King Ming was really convinced. He thought this scene was absurd and funny, so he just watched the fun.
The Liu family was decorated with lights and full of joy.
The King was relaxed at first until he saw the bride being brought out.
He was a painter, and he observed people very carefully, their body proportions and features. He could tell at a glance that this person was not the proud Miss Liu in the palace that day, but the skinny and cowardly person who looked like she hadn't had enough food for several lifetimes...
Wow!
The Liu family wanted the wealth and splendor of Prince Jing's Mansion, but they also didn't want their daughter to marry into the mansion and become a widow.
King Ming sighed, how courageous it is to try such a thing as a substitute bride.
The abacus beads hit him in the face.
I admire Ming Wang very much.
Do you treat the prince as the village's second best player?
Do you think that everything will be fine after the rice is cooked? Will the royal family just accept it?
It's ridiculous.
The Liu family’s good days are probably coming to an end.
The bride was like a child who had secretly put on adult clothes. Her thin body swayed in the clothes as she was carried out of the door by Liu's brother.
Everyone had a smile on their face, as if today was a good day. In the future, even if Prince Jing died, with the title of Prince Jing's Consort, their family would be able to soar to great heights.
King Ming took a look at the idiots in the yard and walked out.
He was full of energy and enthusiasm, and those who didn't know him would have thought he was really married.
The wind blew, the curtain of the carriage opened, and King Ming saw the bride lifting her veil and eating secretly.
King Ming shook his head. The Liu family was really something. They sent people to die and didn’t even give them enough food.
The bride seemed to have noticed something as well. She looked up and made eye contact with the King.
Ming Wang thought she would be scared, panicked, or something, but he never expected that this strange flower smiled at him.
King Ming frowned slightly, thinking he had seen it wrong, but when he wanted to look more carefully, the bride's veil had been put down and the curtains were closed again.
King Ming "..."
He thought that maybe he was getting old and he met so many weird people.
Prince Jing’s mansion was decorated with lights and colors, but it was not lively enough.
The prince was ill and was afraid of noise, so the bride was sent directly to the bridal chamber without even having the wedding ceremony.
Ming Wang looked at the figure swaying in the loose clothes and felt that she was not being sent to a bridal chamber, but to a tomb of the living dead.
Prince Jing’s mansion is quite large, so large that some people who enter it feel like they are buried alive and can never get out.
But what does this have to do with him?
He took off his wedding dress, said hello to the people in Prince Jing's Mansion, and left.
He also has to go to Prince Duan's mansion to attend the wedding.
Different from the deserted Prince Jing's Mansion, Prince Duan's Mansion is now very lively.
The place was decorated with lights and was in a festive mood. Many people gathered around to watch the fun. Copper coins were thrown around, causing everyone to scramble for them and laugh. They all expressed their admiration for Prince Duan's generosity, as he even gave out more wedding money than others.
The popping sound of firecrackers covered up the voices of people. Prince Duan dismounted from his horse in his red wedding gown. The wedding sedan stopped and the bride arrived in her best attire, heading for what she believed to be a stunning feast.
The sky seemed to be overcast, there was some wind, and there was still some lingering moisture in the air.
Prince Duan looked up at the sky and saw only a gray haze.
He has many bad friends, and they are always quarreling, making noise and pushing each other.
In later generations, there were many rules for princes to get married, but in today's Da Xia, there are not so many rules, and the wedding banquets are not much different from those of ordinary people.
Prince Duan was pushed into the yard by the crowd and the first person he saw was his mother.
She sat in the main seat and looked at Prince Duan with satisfaction.
Prince Duan felt that the surroundings were noisy and he could not hear anything clearly. When he came to his senses, he had already finished worshipping heaven and earth.
Concubine Shu took off a bracelet from her hand and put it on her daughter-in-law's hand with a smile...
Prince Duan looked at his mother and always felt that her smile was a little fake, as if it was carefully put on and then put on her face.
Prince Duan exhaled. Was the wedding dress too small? Why was it so tight that he could hardly breathe.
An Jiu was standing not far away. Although it was a lively wedding banquet, she felt like she was watching a Chinese horror movie.
I don't feel any joy at all.
It is a great blessing that the emperor can come in person to celebrate Prince Duan’s wedding.
The wine was brought up, as if for a toast. The emperor took a sip and hypocritically praised it as delicious.
Prince Duan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.
Everyone seemed to be happy about the wedding, except him. He didn't know what he was doing. He even forgot what the bride looked like.
Ming Wang found a seat and sat down.
The eighth prince was still looking around curiously.
"It's so lively." He rarely saw such a lively scene.
The Ming King asked him, "Is it good to be lively?"
The Eighth Prince nodded: "It's good to watch it occasionally."
We are all ordinary people, so naturally we cannot avoid this world.
Ming Wang smiled and drank a glass of wine.
"So do you want to get married?"
The eighth prince shook his head like a rattle. He didn't want to get married. He wanted to go to the mountain to worship Buddha.
"Second brother, what are you looking at?" The Eighth Prince saw that King Ming stopped talking and just stared at something not far away, feeling a little curious.
The Ming King said, "Those people are sneaky."
His body reacted before his brain, and he pulled the Eighth Prince back. Before the Eighth Prince could come to his senses, he smelled a strange rose scent. Wasn't this the same scent he had smelled at the palace banquet before?
But why is it here?
The Eighth Prince's hand was held by King Ming, but his eyes were looking at the Emperor. The Emperor had obviously reacted, and there were a few more people around him protecting him. Then someone shouted something, but because it was too chaotic, the Eighth Prince only heard exclamations, shouts, and footsteps. The crowd was in a mess, overlapping, entangled, and piled up into a series of strange and weird paintings.
"This way." King Ming pulled him and finally hid in a corner, far away from the crowd and they would not be bumped into.
Then they saw a lot of assassins rushing out from among the guests. Their target was very clear: the emperor.
"Fourth brother." The Eighth Prince blurted out, his heart in his throat.
Ming Wang also frowned and looked at him nervously.
He knew how skilled the emperor was in martial arts...
But the emperor seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move. Just when the knife was about to hit him, he took a step back and then walked towards a certain place in a strange posture.
Ming Wang: "There is something wrong with the emperor."
There was a dagger against the emperor's waist, and the owner of the knife was An Jiu.
As she pulled the emperor back, she looked not far away, where An Tai was standing upright with a dagger against his neck.
The answer is already obvious.
The man seemed to be saying: You can only choose one between the Dog Emperor and your brother.
An Jiu thought, it’s finally here.
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