Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

The weather is bright, the sun is shining, and the breeze is not dry.

Xiao Jingheng was wearing a dark-colored robe with a crane pattern, and his shiny black hair was tied up with an exquisite silver crown. His every move was gentle, elegant, and graceful. No matter where he went, he was the focus of everyone's attention.

Jing Mo and Huai Xi, one leading the way in front and the other escorting from behind, were anxiously searching for that beautiful figure in the vast crowd.

Suddenly, Huai Xi came to Xiao Jingheng's side and reported in a low voice:

"Sir, Princess Yiran is in front of the stall, choosing a hairpin."

Xiao Jingheng looked up, clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and walked towards Zhao Yiran with heavy steps.

After some inquiries, Prince Jing told him that in the entire royal family, only Zhao Yiran had the most yin constitution.

That year, when the Princess of Xiang was about to give birth, there were lightning and thunder, wind and rain, mountains collapsed, roads collapsed, and bridges broke. She gave birth for three days and three nights, but she died of hemorrhage and dystocia right after giving birth.

Later, she was regarded as an ominous disaster by the royal family, who wanted to suffocate her to death to prevent future troubles.

King Xiang of Chu was determined to have his own way and risked his life to save her. Because he loved his wife so much and faced with the grief of losing his beloved forever, he placed his hope of survival on Zhao Yiran and gave her endless love to make up for his regret for his deceased wife.

Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him. Before Zhao Yiran grew up, King Chu Xiang died of lovesickness.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he loved Zhao Yiran very much, considering that she was the only bloodline left by King Chu Xiang. That's why she is now arrogant and domineering.

I don’t know if it was because of her bad luck, but Zhao Yiran married three husbands, and all of them died within three years.

To the extent that it was widely rumored in the court and among the people that Zhao Yiran was destined to bring bad luck to her husband, and no man dared to marry her.

But now, in order to help Song Wanyin find the second person's blood with the most yin constitution as a medicine guide, he had to resort to this last resort.

Jing Mo looked at the back of his master, who actually walked with an attitude of determination to die. He was really confused.

"Does my lord have to use the beauty trap?

Is there no other way to get blood?

In my opinion, it would be better to just knock Princess Yiran unconscious, prick her finger, and take two drops of blood. "

Huai Xi couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him and complained:

"Is your mind all mush?

Princess Yiran is a royal lady, and she is secretly protected by experts whenever she travels.

I guess you'll be stopped by those experts before you can even make a move.

For a pampered royal lady like her, any minor injury or pain would be a big deal.

You have no right to prick her finger and take two drops of blood. How dare you think of that."

Jing Mo was like being enlightened, and finally got the idea:

"Oh, that's right, why didn't I think of that?

It's all Tiancheng's fault. If I hadn't stayed up all night taking care of her, my brain wouldn't be so dull."

Zhao Yiran was standing in front of the stall, happily selecting these hairpins carefully. Although she already had a lot of gold and silver jewelry, these little trinkets made of folk art were really pleasing.

"Gingko, can you help me take a look? Does this look good on me?"

Gingko was also overwhelmed by the choices, but she still carefully helped her master choose a hairpin and said with a smile:

"Master, you are so beautiful. No matter what you wear, it will look great."

The stall owner held up a bronze mirror with a smile on her face and praised it:

"Girl, you have a really good taste, these are the most popular styles that have just been introduced.

Every delicate and small carving and various patterns on the hairpin are handmade.

Especially for someone like you who is beautiful and has a good temperament, anything you wear will look good on you, which serves as the icing on the cake.

Otherwise, why don't you buy a few more hairpins and wear different ones at home?"

Zhao Yiran was very pleased with the compliment, so she waved her hand and said generously:

"Madam, I want all of these. Please help me pack them all.

Ginkgo, pay the money."

When the proprietress heard this, her face almost broke with laughter. She finally accepted this overwhelming wealth and immediately helped her pack it up.

Ginkgo took out his purse, took out a silver ingot and handed it to the proprietress.

Suddenly, a figure passed by Zhao Yiran and accidentally bumped into her, causing her to stagger and almost fall.

Gingko quickly stepped forward to support her master, and said unhappily:

"Who is it? How are you walking? Do you have no eyes?"

Zhao Yiran was about to argue with the person who bumped into her, but when that person slowly stopped and turned around, the anger on his face instantly disappeared, and he looked shy and affectionate as he gazed at the person in front of him.

"Master Tai, what a coincidence, are you shopping too?"

Ginkgo looked carefully and found that it was the Grand Tutor. She was so scared that she immediately apologized:

"I have offended the Master Taifu unintentionally because I was blind and did not recognize him. I beg you to forgive me."

Xiao Jingheng looked at Zhao Yiran expressionlessly, staring at her until her face turned red, like a ripe red apple, and bowed and said:

"I accidentally bumped into Princess Yiran, please forgive me."

Zhao Yiran was so delighted. She had originally wanted to go out of the palace to buy some new clothes, some rouge and powder, and dress up nicely so as to find an opportunity to meet him. She had never expected that the man she had been thinking about day and night would come to her on his own initiative. Naturally, there was no reason for her to let him go.

"Master Taifu's collision was quite powerful."

This time, it went straight into her heart.

Xiao Jingheng naturally understood the meaning of her words, and pretended not to understand:

"I'm deeply sorry for this. I wonder where Princess Yiran is injured. Does she need a doctor to take a look?"

Zhao Yiran's watery eyes almost melted him, and she said tenderly:

"Since Master Taifu feels guilty, why don't you agree to one condition of mine? Perhaps I can forgive you for what happened."

Xiao Jingheng pondered for a moment and asked calmly:

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Yiran looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. The air was pleasant and comfortable. An idea suddenly occurred to him:

"If you don't mind, Master Taifu, then please accompany me to go boating on the lake and enjoy the prosperity of the capital. This will be my compensation."

Xiao Jingheng looked hesitant. Boating on the lake was the most time-consuming, and he just wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible.

"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

The smile on Zhao Yiran's face froze instantly, and he said disappointedly:

"Master Taifu, do you think it's too embarrassing to be with me?

Or are you actually like those stinky men, thinking that I am born to bring bad luck to my husband, and that’s why you are afraid of me?”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel sad and began to sob softly.

Soon, the passers-by who saw this couldn't help but look back.

The proprietress came over with the packaged hairpins, and for a moment I didn’t know what to do.

Ginkgo was very tactful and stepped forward to take the package from the proprietress, then stood behind her master.

Xiao Jingheng didn't want to let everyone watch the joke, so he had to compromise:

"Okay, I am willing to accompany Princess Yiran on a boat trip on the lake."

At this time, Song Wanyin and Tiancheng had just come out of Shou'an Hall and heard that Jia Yuanxi was thrown back to the Jia family by Huayue Tower yesterday, and came to the house to ask for money. Even Manager Xue rushed to help.

They planned to ask passers-by along the way and try to find the Jia family's residence.

Sweet Orange sneezed violently while smelling the alcohol odor still lingering on his body:

"Achoo, achoo, achoo...

Who is saying bad things about me behind my back? Could it be Jing Mo?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Jing Mo and Huai Xi in front of her. They were whispering to each other.

Following their gaze, I suddenly discovered that Jamel Xiao was talking to Zhao Yiran, and they seemed to be getting along quite well.