"Your Majesty, your Majesty asked Miss An to come in for questioning." The maid from Prince Yu's Mansion came slowly.
Nangong Yuanyi was afraid that his mother and concubine would embarrass An Xiyue, so he picked An Xiyue up and returned to the maid: "Go back to my mother and concubine. Miss An is injured. I want to take her for treatment."
Nangong Yuanyi could pretend to be well-behaved and sensible in front of his mother and concubine to make her happy, but if An Xiyue was to be trained in front of her mother and concubine and be embarrassed, he would not want to. Anyway, the emperor had already granted marriage, so you had no words for it.
The maid was also a little afraid that the prince would be angry, but she still blocked the way and said: "The queen has invited the doctor to look at Miss An's injuries."
An Xiyue was suddenly picked up by him, "Put me down quickly, there are so many people watching."
"They have all gone to see the bride. Who has time to see you? Besides, you are sure your feet are not weak and you don't want me to hold you." Nangong Yuanyi said dotingly.
"So many sisters are watching, how do you look like this?" An Xiyue whispered: "The princess must have something to do when she calls me. She won't embarrass me. Don't worry."
Several people from the An Mansion gathered around An Xiyue, covering their mouths and laughing. The prince really loved his eldest sister.
Finally, Nangong Yuanyi put down An Xiyue and held her hand. Only then did An Xiyue feel the pain. The palms of both hands were all red from being strangled. The rope that tied the horse hurt her skin. An Xiyue quickly tightened her grip and started. Avoiding it, she had been circling his neck and comforting her just now, so she didn't even notice that her hand was injured.
"Go and ask Doctor Shen to come over." Nangong Yuanyi completely ignored An Xiyue's resistance, picked up An Xiyue and strode towards the princess's mansion, and ordered the maid: "Lead the way." Doctor Shen should also come to drink today. Wedding wine.
The crisp sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance, and everyone was looking for fame. Everyone was surprised. Shangguan Yao, who was only six years old, could completely control Nangong Yuanyi's horse. It was said that this horse was a good horse.
"Sister Xiyue, I can ride a horse. Sister Xiyue, I can ride my uncle's horse." The little person was wrapped in a pink dress, and her hair was swaying in two steps. The little hand held the reins tightly, with a bright smile on his face, like a fairy boy in heaven.
An Xiyue smiled happily at Shangguan Yao and praised: "Yao'er is really amazing."
"Sister Xiyue, are you okay? I saw someone trying to kill you just now. I went to chase the assassin, but the bad guy Yuanbao sent me back. Uncle, tell Taxue to listen to Yao'er. I promise not to do it again. If you don’t beat it anymore, you must take good care of it.”
"Taxue" snorted, not wanting to hump this little ancestor. Shangguan Yao pulled the rope in her hand, gently stroked its shiny black hair with her little hand and said, "Don't be unhappy."
Nangong Yuanyi hugged An Xiyue and passed Shangguan Yao directly, giving her a cold look: "If you call me sister again, be careful because I will leave you to feed the wolves."
Shangguan Yao said angrily, "She is Sister Xi Yue." Uncle Yi would not leave her to feed the wolves. Last time he said that he would feed her to the boa constrictor, but he didn't mean to say it. She had never seen the boa constrictor. Woolen cloth.
The newlyweds were afraid of missing the right time when they entered the house. There were still many rituals to be completed. As for the assassins, naturally someone would handle it. No one paid attention to Nangong Yuanyi who swaggered An Xiyue into the princess mansion. Only Nangong Hao had a pair of Her eyes never left An Xiyue, and she watched helplessly as Nangong Yuanyi hugged her and left.
An Xilin stayed by Nangong Hao's side. Now she had no intention of pretending to be weak or injured, because her heart hurt ten thousand times more than her arms.
