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Chapter 232 The Emperor's Princess (28)
Stepping on the layers of white jade Han steps, the golden steps hanging in Chu Yu's ears rattled, and the ministers standing on both sides bowed their heads.
This is not only her wedding ceremony, but also a good testimony between the royal family and the Li family to form a good relationship between Qin and Jin.
If there is no way to avoid it, go for it.
Chu Yu looked at Chu Chen, who had not seen him for a long time, and had the illusion that she had passed away.
It seems that the father who spoiled her and let her go is long gone.
The rest is just a faint-hearted monarch who has been begging for immortals all day long and ignoring political affairs.
"My Qinghua has grown up."
After brushing the snow off her shoulders, Chu Chen came out to greet her in person. The cold wind passed through his dragon robe, and he couldn't help making him cough a few times in a low voice.
"Thank you father for your love."
Chu Yu knelt down in front of him and bowed her hands.
"It's cold on the ground, get up quickly."
After helping the person up, Chu Chen glanced at Li Changhe who was under the steps, and the smile did not reach his eyes.
"I heard that Li Aiqing also has a beloved son whose age is just right for Qinghua, who can also continue the marriage between the royal family and the Li family."
"Listen to His Majesty's arrangement."
This marriage was a profitable business for the Li family, and he had no reason to refuse.
A conversation between the monarch and the minister finalized Chu Yu's marriage.
The auspicious time of the wedding was arranged by the Ministry of Rites, and the palace was busy again, but no one asked Chu Yu's opinion.
Chu Yu has not been to Shang's study room since she reached her wedding dress.
The bride-to-be does not need to prepare for her schoolwork, and even if she completes her schoolwork, the royal father will never let her go out of the palace.
Fortunately, Song Qinghuan was with her.
"The winter plums carefully cultivated in the flower room are blooming, do you want to take a look at Your Highness?"
Knowing that she was unhappy, Song Qinghuan made her happy these days.
But Chu Yu just seemed to be a normal person, eating and drinking without delay.
The more calm it is, the more worried Song Qinghuan is.
"Let someone move to Changle Hall, and by the way, bring a few more pots of geranium flowers."
Seeing that she was interested, Xiang He and others hurriedly arranged it, and even bought Yuhua cakes from outside the palace.
The hot water on the tea table was burning, and Chu Yu's fingertips rested on the jade cake, and said softly,
"You won't have to have these pastries in the future."
Sweet things always make people lose their vigilance, like Shen Ye.
She once thought he was on her side, but he was the one who pushed her into the abyss.
The marriage was facilitated by Shen Ye, earning Li Changhe's goodwill and making him flourish in the cabinet.
It's really unbelievable.
The falling snow rustled, and the little eunuchs moved quickly, and soon they brought the flowers that Chu Yu wanted.
He almost evacuated the entire flower house, and even didn't send the plum blossoms that Lord Shen asked for a long time ago.
They were all close to Changle Hall, and this matter naturally passed through Shen Ye's hands.
"Since she's bored, it's great that these flowers can exert their value."
With this sentence, the little eunuch can be considered at ease and moved the flowers over.
But for a long time, the whole Changle Hall was covered with the fragrance of plum blossoms, which complemented each other with this snow scene.
"This plum blossom is really good, and it took a lot of thought to come to the flower room."
Holding Chu Yu's arm, Song Qinghuan pulled her up from the imperial concubine's couch.
Lazy and lack of energy, she could hardly watch it anymore.
"If you like it, these are for you."
Chu Yu was not interested in these flowers and grasses, purely to cater to Song Qinghuan.
She could see all her worries in Chu Yu's eyes. It was true that she had been a little lazy these days, but she could be considered to have sorted out her thoughts.
Since marriage is unavoidable, maximize your own interests.
It remains to be seen who will have the last laugh.
"Like doesn't have to be possession, even if you look at it from a distance, that's great."
Playing with the stamens, Song Qinghuan raised her eyebrows, her mind was heavy.
"Perhaps, should we give up?"
Even Chu Yu couldn't get rid of the ending of the marriage, so she was just a little prostitute, so what did she use to fight with the family?
Love is really beautiful, but it's not enough for her to give her all.
"Since you like it in your heart, you have to hold it firmly in your hand."
Chu Yu folded off a cold plum, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed the fragrance, a dark light flashed across her beautiful eyes.
Patting her shoulder, Chu Yu comforted,
"Don't worry, I will arrange everything for you, and I will never break my promise to promise you."
Right now, he can't get out of Shengjing, but Song Qinghuan still has a chance.
"In a few days, I will keep you in the palace on the grounds of preparing for the wedding, and the token for leaving the palace will be in your hands tomorrow."
If she is trapped in this city, but as long as the emperor and Qing Huan are fine, then she will feel a lot more at ease.
"Hopefully all goes well."
Looking at the beautifully blooming red plums, Song Qinghuan twisted a string of beads in his palm and prayed in a low voice.
"It will be all right."
Chu Yu never believed in gods and Buddhas, so she just patted her cool palm.
The dark night came quietly. After sending Song Qinghuan away, Chu Yu locked herself in the hall and only lit a candle.
The hot tea caught her sight, and there was a cup of clear tea on the opposite side of the desk.
creak-
The door of the hall was pushed open, and the time was not much or not, which was just the most suitable temperature for tea.
"His Royal Highness went to the flower room and asked for ten pots of geranium flowers. We will meet at You Shi, but what's the urgency?"
Shen Ye strode forward, Jian eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
"Geranium flower, the centurion back then is the current Lord Shen."
If it wasn't for the reminder from the elder brother last time, she really couldn't connect the centurion who was among the dead back then with the current Shen Ye.
"Wei Chen thought that His Highness had already known about this matter."
At that time, he joined the army and was assigned to the border. It coincided with the war. He was injured and comatose on the battlefield, but was thrown into the mass grave.
Fortunately, he woke up in time and was taken back to the barracks by Chu Yu, which saved his life.
"I saved you, and it's your turn to repay me."
Chu Yu looked directly into his indifferent eyes, with a business-like tone.
That sunflower was just something she picked to give him a speedy recovery. It meant meeting and reunion.
It's just a pity that apart from this relationship, there is no longer any connection between them.
"What do you want, Your Highness?"
Shen Ye's light-white fingertips stroked the petals, half of his face was hidden in the night, and his expression was indistinguishable.
"Master Shen has a clever plan, why don't you come and figure out what this palace wants?"
Without the restraint of Shang Shufang, Chu Yu was even more unscrupulous towards Shen Ye.
Respecting teachers and saying something has long been thrown out of the sky by her.
"Tomorrow morning, Wei Chen will send someone to deliver it."
Shen Ye lowered his eyes and responded in a low voice.
"Master Shen is not afraid of Ben Gong running out of Shengjing?"
At that time, the first person that the royal father and the Li family could not spare was Shen Ye.
His courage is not so big.
"Your Highness will not do this."
Although Shen Ye's voice was deep, what he said was very serious.