Chapter 2

It's not that she thinks highly of herself, but as the daughter of song Taifu, what she learned from her birth is poetry, etiquette and behavior. These things have been deep into the bone marrow for her, so no matter what she dresses up, the temperament of her whole body can't be imitated by ordinary people.

"Yes, young master!" a man standing closest to song Ningyu nodded respectfully and was about to walk towards song Ningyu. Song Ningyu frowned and stepped back without trace. A slight smile appeared on his handsome face and looked at Gong Zi: "I can't imagine that the richest man in the world is so reluctant to give up on the little woman. Just, don't you understand the price of marrying me?"

Then song Ningyu's eyes were cold. She knew that someone had been staring at her in the dark, but she was a woman and couldn't find their position. She thought that he understood that the imperial edict was just a calculation. She thought that he wouldn't care if the person he married was her, just to cope with the imperial edict. She escaped and he should be satisfied

Gong Zimei still had a light smile on the demon's face, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Seeing the unknown look at the bottom of Gong Zilin's eyes, song Ningyu seemed to think of something. At present, her eyes opened slightly and her eyelashes trembled. In a moment, she took back her look. Her handsome and gentle face was cold. After taking a deep look at Gong Zilin, she outlined Qinglian's long sleeves and turned to walk in the direction of the wedding team.

The thin red lips opened gently, and the cool and smart voice sounded in the alley: "in July, follow me to get married."

Feng stood behind song Ningyu, but from Song Ningyu's words to her turning away, she didn't look up at him. If ordinary people had shown a trace of anger because of such disregard, but his handsome white face was still cold. It seemed that what had just happened had never happened. She looked up at Gong Zilin and seemed to be seeking his advice.

Gong Zilin seemed to have expected song Ningyu's reaction. He just raised Yang's delicate chin. Feng understood it, turned around and followed song Ningyu three steps away.

Gong Zilin looked at Song Ningyu's back, faded the dandy color on his face, looked slightly frozen on his handsome face, and a touch of exploration appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

This woman seems hard to control. Is it right or wrong to use her?

Shaking his head slightly, Gong Zilin said in a deep voice, "go."

In the twinkling of an eye, the red clothes fluttered and disappeared like butterflies, but the black clothes gradually disappeared in situ, as if they had never appeared.

"Second aunt, second aunt!" in the courtyard like a palace, the camellia bloomed vigorously one by one. At the same time, the petals of the camellia trembled slightly, which shows how shocking the sound is.

In the main room of the courtyard, a woman leaned on the couch by the window. Her figure was so exquisite that women envied and men looked straight. Her exquisite blue and gorgeous clothes were covered on her body. The snow-white lotus on her clothes seemed to be real, as if the fragrance overflowed.

Listening to the voice, the woman looked up slightly. The sunshine outside the window was scattered carefully, reflecting her skin as delicate as snow. A pair of up picked Danfeng eyes showed Ying run, red lips a hook, and charming, which people can't look directly at.

The servant girl who broke into the room looked at this scene and was stunned. Her eyes were wide open. She stared at the woman and forgot her movements.

The woman's eyes blinked slightly. Looking at the original smart little servant girl at the door, she forgot her movements. She suddenly had no choice but to laugh. Her red lips opened: "hibiscus, what's the matter?"

The sound was as clear as a phoenix and as green as a pearl plate. It was light and broken, but it made Hibiscus instantly recall. At the moment, the smart glasses blinked and exclaimed, "ah, second aunt..."

Before Hibiscus finished, the sound of gongs and drums that seemed to wear through Qiongxiao began to ring. When the people on the bed heard the sound, their beautiful faces changed in an instant. The whole person sat up from the bed, and his robe slipped down, revealing a compact wine saffron collar landing skirt.

"She has come?" the second aunt's clear spirit voice showed a trace of eagerness, even a trace of trembling.

When Hibiscus heard the voice, a trace of annoyance flashed on her face. Then she nodded, looked positive and said, "well, come, my aunts have been waiting at the door."

The second aunt's eyes were cold, and the streamer turned slightly. She quickly got up and put on her shoes and walked out. There was a trace of cold in Qingling's voice: "they can't wait."

Hibiscus followed closely behind her, and her small face showed a trace of coldness, and her smart eyes did not squint.

At the door of the mansion, almost all the servants are waiting here, wearing the best fabrics that ordinary people can't touch in a lifetime.

The silks and satins on several women are the best of the best. The silk thread flows in the sun and is cut delicately and appropriately. Wearing them just reflects the characteristics of each of them. They are beautiful in thousands of colors and long skirts with thousands of colors, each with its own advantages.

In the distance of the street, the welcoming people showed their body shape. The delicate and charming faces of several women waiting at the door of the house showed a trace of vigilance. They looked at the purple gold jade sedan chair with bad eyes.

"The princess's marriage is different. No one had such a show when the childe married us." a woman in Emerald Luo clothes pulled her clothes. Shuitong's eyes slightly swept the approaching Purple Jade sedan chair, and her lips smeared with powder were slightly tilted. She looked ten percent envious and unwilling.

"Sister, I'm a princess. The emperor married me personally. How can we compare with civilians..." a pair of Yingrun hands touched the woman's shoulder, as if comforting, but the disdain in the bottom of my eyes did not hide.

Several women's voices were like a spring, and the discussion was opened in detail. Several boys on the side looked at the appearance of several women. They seemed to have a smile at the bottom of their eyes, but they didn't have anything when they looked carefully.

At the stone lion at the gate of the mansion, song Ningyu was still dressed as a man, with a pair of eyes like Chen, staring at the actions of the women at the gate, with a calm face.

The little servant girl on the side also looked like the little boy just now. Looking at the calm appearance of her own young lady, she was not so calm. Her eyebrows almost frowned together. After enduring for a long time, she still couldn't bear to say: "young lady, didn't you come back to get married? Why are you hiding here?"

Song Ningyu didn't reply when she heard this, but a cold voice came faintly: "in July, how long have you been with me?"

The glasses that had been big in July were now even more round, blinked vaguely, and replied, "ten years, miss."

"Yes, it's been ten years. If you hadn't said it, I would almost think you were the girl I was just coming." while talking, the purple gold jade sedan chair had stopped at the door of Gong Zilin, the richest man in the world.

At the same time, song Ningyu raised her feet, looked calmly at the women with bad looks at the door of the house, and walked towards the house step by step.

Women, wrong marriage is not sad, wrong marriage, but also struggle, is the most deplorable.