Chapter 927

The third aunt's heart was startled, and she was flustered.

What did Pang Ming find? She wiped out all the marks that should have been erased, except the wedding dress.

Looking at this piece of courtyard rooms, all burned like this, what else can we find?

Thinking about this, her uneasiness subsided in an instant.

But Mr. Pang didn't want to hear him continue to talk nonsense. He waved his servant: "come on, please go down. He's tired. Let him have a good rest. "

"Yes, sir." People drag Pang ming down.

Pang Ming would have the strength to resist.

But he stayed up all night, helped to put out the fire, and was too sad. He had no strength and was easily dragged away by his servants.

Silence was restored in the house, and the people took their places and began to be busy about Pang Lan's marriage today.

In the boudoir, Pang langduan is sitting in front of the dressing table. She has finished her dressing and is wearing a pink wedding dress. This wedding dress is exactly the one she asked for in the embroidery village.

In addition to the color is not too formal, style, fabric texture, are excellent.

Peacock pattern embroidered with soft gold wire, collar, sleeve and waist are all inlaid with fine ruby.

Under the bright light, ruby is very dazzling, the red jubilation, this original pink, set off the red halo.

In the bronze mirror, a charming face appeared. This person was no other than the third aunt who had just entered the room.

When she saw the bride in front of her, she took her hand and swayed a beautiful arc with her skirt.

"Beauty, it's so beautiful." Third aunt satisfied smile.

Today's panglan is more beautiful than when she tried her wedding dress in xiuzhuang that day.

"Mother, I finally got what I wanted." Panglan's face is like peach blossom.

Mother and daughter looked at the bronze mirror, their mouths curved.

At this time, the housekeeper outside said in a high voice: "auspicious time, please the bride on the sedan chair."

Xipo takes the powder cap and comes to cover panglan.

The third aunt held her hand and said, "Lan'er, don't be nervous. All this belongs to you."

Looking at my daughter's marriage, I couldn't give up.

Pang LAN is like a normal married bride. She holds the third aunt's hand tightly with her backhand, shakes her cap and says, "mother, I will be happy."

Until the door of the house, the third aunt reluctantly gave the bride's hand to the bridegroom.

"Bride, watch your step. You're in the sedan chair." The bride waved the silk handkerchief in her hand and yelled happily.

Pang family stood at the door, looking at the welcoming team, beating all the way, gradually away, each thinking.

The third aunt's eyes were moist, master Pang's face was expressionless, while Pang Ming, who was hiding in the corner, was resentful.

Looking at the mother and daughter's proud appearance, like a thorn in his heart, he must find evidence to overthrow the third aunt.

At this time, huan'er ran to Pang Ming from a distance, saluted and said, "big boy."

Pang Ming looks back, but Pang Ling's servant girl is looking at him.

He wondered and asked, "huan'er, what's the matter?"

"Young master, please take a step."

Today is Pang's wedding banquet. All the servants are busy, and no one has time to notice them. When they come to a quiet corner, huan'er solemnly gives him a black wooden box.

"Young master, this is what the young lady left you. If you open it, you will understand."

Pang Ming opened the wooden box suspiciously. There was a hairpin of Begonia, an old dress and a letter.

He opened the letter and went through it quickly. The more he read it, the more frightened he was.

It turned out that her sister was not dead, and the murderer of her mother was the third aunt. She used her mother's relics to prove that someone was guilty.

Learning that she was taken away by Xue Hong, the fire was just to cover people's eyes and ears.

Next, the brother and sister in the Pang house, together will be three aunt to justice..

He finished, relieved: "Pang Ling is not dead, but she will give her happiness, it is too stupid."

Huan'er said, "how come you don't understand? What Miss likes all the time is Mr. Xue. "

"Pang Ming:" just, just, as long as she is happy. "

He has compromised, no longer forced Pang Ling to do anything, thinking that she was still alive, this feeling is like the sun evaporated sadness.

At this time, the wedding procession, passing through the streets and alleys of the capital, except that there was no bridegroom to greet them in person, made a big show.

After all, it's the prince who marries the concubine, not the general concubine.

The onlookers said, "it's said that the bride is Miss Pang, one of the four beauties."

"Yes, I heard that she is in love with the prince."

"It's also a pity that a pretty girl is willing to be a concubine."

"Nonsense, it's the prince's concubine."

Among the people who were talking, there was a person with a light veil and a red cape. Her eyes moved with the festive procession.

Pang Ling married the prince, ha ha... This is really surprising.

If this matter is not spread all over the city, if it is not for her to come and have a look, Pei Ying will feel that all this is false.

Pang Ling is married, so it's impossible for her to live with Xue Hong.

Pei Ying grinned with pride, but she gritted her teeth when she thought that she had lost her white body.

Yes, what Pang Ling can't get, she can't get either.

Maybe the best result is to lose both sides.

Today's Prince's mansion is very busy. Everyone knows the wedding banquet held by the concubine. All the civil and military officials are here.

This is the wedding banquet for the future prince. Who dares not to give face.

There was also a lot of discussion about the prince's grand concubine.

It was a big show, second only to the battle of marrying the crown princess.

Compared with the two years before the prince married another side imperial concubine, the pomp is much bigger.

It's a bit of a hustle and bustle.

It seems that all the rumors are true. Miss Pang has the ability to fascinate the prince.

The prince's mansion is full of happiness. The yard and under the eaves are all covered with red lanterns. The gifts from the officials who came to celebrate are piled up into a mountain.

There was a lot of noise in the house, but in a certain room, it was very quiet.

The Crown Princess sat on the wooden stool and let her servant girl help her with her dignified hair.

Today is the day for the crown prince to marry his concubine. Naturally, she has to dress up. She must not let a concubine show off.

The exquisite and gorgeous robes set off her graceful posture.

The dignified bun shows the style of the mother of her family, and the delicate face is perfect and impeccable.