nashuaworldcup Chapter 66 Reality version, Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
Chapter 66 Reality version, Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
What Yan Qingwan didn't expect was.
Just after finishing chatting with Zhao Shuhan and sending her away, someone came to report that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had brought a number of people to the Changxing Marquis' Mansion and was now in the front yard.
Yan Qingwan······
This is really a real-life version of, Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
She sat restlessly in the Begonia Courtyard, looking around and waiting for half an hour.
After Si Jinchen and his men left, she turned around and went to Madam Yan's courtyard with her maid.
Madam Yan was talking in a low voice with the nanny beside her. She didn't seem surprised at all to see Yan Qingwan coming.
She waved her hand to let the nanny leave, then looked at Yan Qingwan with a smile: "I knew you would come."
Upon hearing this, Yan Qingwan pursed her lips, stepped forward shyly and took Madam Yan's arm, and said coquettishly, "Mother, what is the Crown Prince planning to do with his people this time?"
Madam Yan smiled and said, "What else can I do? The people at the Imperial Observatory have already calculated your wedding date. Your Highness the Crown Prince has come here to confirm the date."
Yan Qingwan······
She was right.
"When is the date set?" There was a hint of nervousness in her tone.
Madam Yan II touched Yan Qingwan's hair lovingly and said with a smile, "The eighteenth of next month is a good day."
Yan Qingwan was slightly startled and said in surprise: "So fast..."
Today is already the 29th, which means there are still 20 days until her wedding?
No wonder the prince asked her if she wanted to go autumn hunting, and when she was in a good mood, asked if the wedding date could be set this year.
The date for the autumn hunting trip is set for the 25th of next month, which means she can attend as the Crown Princess.
Si Jinchen is really... a black sesame glutinous rice ball lover.
The routine is very complicated.
Madam Yan looked at her and sighed, "His Highness said that the eighteenth of next month is a good date this year. The later date will be in the twelfth month, and the weather in the twelfth month is cold. You will suffer a lot then.
Next month will be a cool autumn day, neither too hot nor too cold. Your father, grandmother and I have thought about it and we all think this is a good time."
Yan Qingwan bit her lip, feeling both happy and a little nervous.
"However, there are still many things that need to be prepared." Madam Yan patted Yan Qingwan's hand and continued,
"Fortunately, I have prepared most of your dowry and other things. Now I just need some small things, and then I have to prepare the banquet, so I will be busy."
Yan Qingwan nodded and replied, "Well, I will follow my mother's arrangements."
Madam Yan nodded with satisfaction, her eyes full of love for her daughter.
After the date for the Crown Prince to marry the Crown Princess was set, the wedding dates for the other princes and the dates for marrying concubines were also set.
For example, for the fifth prince, Prince An, the date is set on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
However, this was only the time for him to marry his main wife. As for the concubine, since she was not his main wife, it was decided that she would be sent to the palace in a sedan chair early next month.
The Sixth Prince's wedding date was set for May of the following year.
Zeng Mansion.
In Mrs. Zeng's yard.
When Mrs. Zeng, who was lying on the hospital bed, heard her daughter crying and talking about the wedding date of the Crown Prince and Yan Qingwan, her brows suddenly frowned as if she could catch a fly.
She tightly grasped the quilt in her hands, and kept muttering: "How could it be so sudden? How could it be so sudden?"
She had failed before and originally planned to find some people from the underworld to help, but she never expected that she would get into trouble before finding the right person.
Zeng Yulan, who was sitting at the bottom, had just cried and looked very unhappy.
She came to the bed, sobbed and climbed onto Madam Zeng's body, crying, "Mother, I really don't want to marry that Wang guy. Can you think of a way? If it really doesn't work, let me be the prince's concubine! Mother, please help me, okay?"
When Mrs. Zeng heard this, she looked over her daughter's head and saw her own legs. She was suddenly overwhelmed with grief and hugged her daughter and cried bitterly.
"My, my poor daughter, how could you be so unlucky... Your aunt, as the queen, really can't help you? I, I will have someone carry me into the palace tomorrow, I will kneel down in front of Fengyi Palace and beg her to help you..."
Zeng Yulan heard this, a trace of joy flashed in her eyes, and she cried even louder, "Mom..."
Let’s talk about Prince An’s mansion on the other side.
When Prince An learned that the time for the Crown Prince to marry had been set, he looked at the person below him in surprise and joy, and said impatiently, "Then has my Highness' wedding date also been set?" There was a hint of eagerness and excitement in his voice.
The people below bowed their heads even lower when they heard this, and replied respectfully, "Your Highness, your wedding date is set for the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."
Upon hearing the news, King An nodded to show that he understood.
Then, he continued to ask: "What about the concubine? When will she enter the palace?"
The man below replied respectfully, "The concubine will enter the palace next month, after the Crown Prince's wedding."
When Prince An heard the news, he immediately felt happy.
He slapped the table next to him excitedly, then stood up excitedly and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I have to quickly arrange for people to clean up Wangyue Tower so that Fang Zhi can live in it comfortably."
However, the person in charge looked embarrassed and carefully reminded, "Your Highness, Wangyue Tower is the main courtyard. According to the rules, only the princess is qualified to live here."
When Prince An heard this, he was suddenly stunned. The image of his future princess appeared in his mind, and his brows frowned unconsciously.
After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had an idea.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a faint smile: "Then let's go to Youxiang Courtyard. That courtyard is very close to my courtyard, right next door. This way it will be convenient for Fang Zhi to come over."
However, a hint of hesitation flashed across the faces of the people standing below. They felt that such an arrangement seemed inappropriate.
After all, if the princess came to the palace in the future and knew about this, she would definitely be dissatisfied and blame them, the servants, for not doing their job well.
Therefore, they all lowered their voices unconsciously and cautiously suggested: "Your Highness, Youxiang Courtyard is too close to your courtyard and is in a corner. It is quite humid in spring and autumn, so it may be inconvenient..."
When Prince An heard this, his brows furrowed sharply, his face darkened instantly, he glared at him unhappily, and asked sternly, "You can't live here, you can't live there, then in your opinion, where should the concubine live?"
The man at the bottom was trembling with fear, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he replied tremblingly: "Your Highness, I think the plum garden next to Youxiang Courtyard is a good choice. Not only is the environment quiet and elegant, but I have heard that the concubine loves plum blossoms very much."
After hearing this, Prince An's brows slowly relaxed and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He nodded and said, "In that case, let's go to the Plum Garden. Please be careful when you have someone clean up, okay?"
The man nodded quickly, with beads of sweat already on his forehead.
Prince An frowned and looked at his behavior. He waved his hand impatiently and said sternly, "Get out of here right now. Don't disturb my peace here anymore!"
When the man heard this, he nodded and bowed repeatedly, then quickly left the study and closed the door gently.
After the man left, Prince An stood there quietly in thought for a moment, then walked to the desk, picked up the neatly placed goat-hair brushes, carefully dipped a little ink, and began to write on the snow-white rice paper.
After a while, a painting gradually emerged.
The drawing paper depicts the side profile of a woman looking back, her hair hanging on both sides, the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealing a smile, and her beautiful eyes are bright and moving, and she looks radiant and lifelike.
Prince An looked at his work, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.