Seeing Fang Zilan turn her back, Murong Qing was silent for a moment and said, "According to Miluo tradition, all newlyweds of noble families have to go to the palace to learn etiquette and rules on the second day after their wedding. I'm afraid it will be hard for my sister."
Fang Zilan closed her eyes, but did not fall asleep. After listening to Murong Qing's words, she was thinking about whether to pretend to be sick or faint in order to avoid going to the mansion to learn some etiquette rules.
However, Murong Qing seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and said: "Sister, it is inevitable to enter the palace. Even if you are sick, you will still be sent there."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Zilan grabbed the brocade quilt and covered her ears, "Your Majesty, if you are really bored and want to talk to someone, you might as well find someone else."
"Sister." Murong Qing chuckled, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone.
Fang Zilan heard this, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and simply sat up, "Your Majesty, please help yourself, I will go out."
"Sister, where are you going on your wedding night?" Murong Qing looked at the obviously wary person in front of him with amusement, "Or, what do you think I will do to you, sister?"
"Your Majesty." Fang Zilan's expression turned cold, "Even if I marry you, I will still be Fang Zilan. I have my own way and it has nothing to do with you, so please don't stand in the way."
Murong Qing stared at Fang Zilan thoughtfully for a while, then nodded and said: "Just what I want. Sister, I won't block your way. Please don't block my way."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan stretched out her hand, and Murong Qing high-fived her and said, "I take this as my oath."
Both of their hands were a little cold, but the moment they touched each other, they felt a little warmer.
Fang Zilan quickly retracted her hand, turned her back and lay back again. Murong Qing looked at her back, without any hesitation, and lay down next to her in uniform.
Feeling the movement behind her, Fang Zilan clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves into fists, and she never really fell asleep the whole night.
It wasn't until dawn that a maid came to help the two of them get up early. Unexpectedly, both of them were dressed neatly, but they were still in the wedding clothes from last night.
The maid didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she could only watch the two people separated on both sides of the screen, changing their clothes calmly, and then she dared to step forward to tidy up their clothes.
"Madam, I will serve tea to the prince and princess later. You..." the maid hesitated, but Fang Zilan's face was expressionless, "I understand."
"The princess said that today is the first day that the lady married into the palace. She still has to abide by the rules. She can't be caught by outsiders for making any mistakes. She doesn't have to be so serious in the future." The maid seemed to be relieved and said. He thought to himself: "Madam, you are delicate and frail, so you should put yourself first in everything."
Fang Zilan did not comment, but said softly: "Thank you for your consideration, Princess."
The maid who was dressing Fang Zilan on the other side was stunned and reminded softly: "Madam, you have to change your words when you serve tea."
"Change your words?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, and the impatient look in her eyes made the maid tremble. She sprinkled rouge on her clothes with a shake of her hand, "Madam, please forgive me, I..."
"Okay, I'll do it myself." Fang Zilan arranged the hem of her clothes indifferently, dipped some water in the silk handkerchief, and turned the rouge into a flower.
Seeing this, the maid breathed a sigh of relief. She had heard that Fang Zilan had the tongues of the maids cut out for gossiping in anger, so she had always felt that it was difficult to serve, and she was afraid that she would be punished accidentally. Unexpectedly...
"What are you doing standing still?" Fang Zilan stood up, but before taking a step, she was caught by the skirt of her skirt and stumbled.
The maids moved to the left and right, and hurriedly supported Fang Zilan, "Madam, be careful."
Fang Zilan took a deep breath and looked down at her dress. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog, she is no exception. She can only go to the countryside and do as the Romans do, and put on Miluo clothes.
But the Miluo woman's dress was not only layered and complicated, making it difficult to put on and take off, but it also tightly wrapped people in it and would restrain her if she made the slightest movement. Now she couldn't even take a single step.
Murong Qing, who heard the sound, came around from the other side of the screen. Seeing that Fang Zilan had a straight face and the maids next to him were silent, he walked over and stretched out his hand, "I'll do it."
Fang Zilan ignored Murong Qing, lifted up her skirt and walked straight towards the door. Several maids behind her could not help but exclaimed. You must know that in their Miluo, no woman has ever dared to walk like this. Who is not polite and walks slowly with small steps? ?
However, the maid didn't wait for a warning and heard Murong Qing say: "Let her go."
"Yes." The maid responded quickly, and then she saw Murong Qing chasing Fang Zilan out, "Sister, wait for me."
Fang Zilan stopped not far away, and Murong Qing caught up with her shortly after. He subconsciously followed her gaze and saw two women in navy blue plain clothes being respectfully greeted by the servants of the house. The main hall was introduced.
"That's..." Murong Qing was stunned and whispered: "Why did the grandma of the mansion come so early?"
"It seems that someone is impatient." Fang Zilan snorted coldly and raised her feet to go to the main hall, but Murong Qing grabbed her sleeve.
"I'll accompany you." The young man was not as tall as Fang Zilan, but there was an undeniable power in his tone.
Fang Zilan said nothing, letting Murong Qing hold her hand and lead her into the main hall step by step.
Salute, greetings, tea... About half an hour later, Fang Zilan finally completed the lengthy process, but she never changed her name to "father and mother".
Murong Xun and Princess Chen didn't react at all, always acting like amiable elders. On the contrary, the two nuns from the palace looked at each other with angry expressions, as if they were going to have an attack at the next moment.
"I heard that Miluo Palace is a place where nobles are disciplined, and the education of the aunts is first-rate." Fang Zilan stood in the middle of the hall and said casually: "I don't know why the two aunts keep staring at me. Could it be The new rules of the mansion?”
Before she finished speaking, she heard Mrs. Chen cough slightly, and one of the nuns said sternly: "Princess Zhongzheng, your bride really doesn't understand the rules. The palace will teach her well."
The last four words were accented by mama, showing a vague threat, but Fang Zilan chuckled softly, "Thank you, mama."
After she said that, Shi Shiran saluted Murong Xun and Mrs. Chen, and then turned around to leave. The two nuns were stunned and froze in place for a moment.
"Why don't you two nuns get up?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "Did I guess wrong? Didn't you come to invite me to join the mansion to learn the rules?"
"Mrs. Prince, you..." One of the nuns gritted her teeth, and the other held her down and said calmly: "Mrs. Prince, even when you go out, there are rules."
