Three Hundred and Forty-Six: The Storm in Beijing (3)

Jiang Pengji rode on the back of a big white horse. Behind her, many cooks carried dowries into the city. There were also mighty guards on both sides. This scene aroused the curiosity of the people in Shangjing City. There were more and more people on both sides of the street, and the trivial discussions were endless.

"So many dowries... Which noble lady is getting married?"

It can be called a ten-mile red makeup. They watched the excitement here for so long, and the dowries were carried one after another, as if there was no end.

"My goodness, even when the princess of Beijiang married into the royal family a few years ago, it seems that she didn't bring so much dowry..."

"Hey, aren't you well-informed? You are known as the know-it-all in Shangjing City. Haven't you received any news?"

The people talked about it in detail. Most of them were surprised at the rich dowry, and a few people were curious about which family could afford to marry their daughter.

So many dowries, this is the rhythm of emptying the family's assets.

In the eyes of ordinary people, even if the emperor married his daughter, it seems that he can't bring so many good things.

The people's discussion reached the ears of Liu Huan, the concubine of the Liu Mansion, and she couldn't help but smile and look happy.

As a concubine of the Liu Mansion with no sense of existence, she never thought that one day she would become the focus of everyone's attention and be envied by so many people.

She clenched the handkerchief in her hand, took a deep breath, and held back the excitement in her heart.

She had just arrived in Shangjing City. When she became the consort of the fourth prince, not only the people of Shangjing City, but also the people of the world would know her.

Before she could calm down, more excited voices came from outside.

Liu Huan listened attentively, and her face gradually became gloomy and darker.

Here, Jiang Pengji heard the movement and turned her head to look back.

I saw that a carriage in the middle of the team suddenly attracted the attention of many people, and some even took off their sachets and threw them into the carriage. Some young men blushed, looking like they met a beautiful woman, wanting to approach and ask questions but also wanting to be reserved, with contradictory expressions.

Looking carefully, it turned out that the curtain of the carriage was slightly lifted, revealing the stunning beauty with a heavenly figure inside.

The breeze was blowing, and there was an indescribable fragrance in the air, which made people intoxicated.

Unfortunately,

the beauty only appeared for a moment.

When the curtain fell, many people felt empty inside, as if they were heartbroken.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji suddenly raised her lips and smiled, and pulled the reins.

Dabai snorted unhappily, but still turned his head obediently and carried Jiang Pengji back.

She said, "Why did Huijun lift the curtain just now?"

"I was just curious to go to the capital and wanted to know how prosperous this place is. I violated the rules for a while, and I hope you will forgive me."

When the people heard Jiang Pengji driving the horse forward, they thought she was going to scold Huijun, and they couldn't help but tense up.

Then they heard the clear and melodious female voice like a lark, and thought of that perfect face, and they were all intoxicated.

"I see, then it doesn't matter if you lift the curtain to take a good look. Before you get married, you can only be free for a while now."

Jiang Pengji agreed openly.

After getting permission, Huijun simply asked the maid to roll up the curtains on both sides of the carriage.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at the streets on both sides.

A few years ago, these places were unattainable paradise for her, and her filthy body was not worthy of setting foot there.

Now, she is sitting in a carriage in such an identity, and the people passing by are impressed by her appearance and sigh.

Because of Huijun's actions, the people who were originally orderly suddenly became chaotic, and some enthusiastic people chased the carriage and threw sachets.

"My goodness, is this what the bride looks like? She is truly the most beautiful woman in the world. I will never forget her after seeing her once. Fairies are no more than this."

As soon as this was said, someone immediately refuted, and that person knew more about the rules, "Looking at this appearance, it is definitely not the bride. The carriage in front is bigger and more luxurious than this carriage, and the one sitting inside is the real owner."

"Not the bride? Then who could it be?"

"It should be the bride who came with the dowry, right? I heard from the scholar at the entrance of the village that all wealthy families have this kind of stinky rules, preparing a few maids for their daughters and sending them all over to serve their sons-in-law, saying that... they say it is some kind of favor... Don't you think this is a bad thing? How can a family cheat their daughters like this... But otherwise, how can they be called wealthy families..."

When the people around heard this, they immediately showed incredible expressions.

"Tsk tsk, the dowry wife... then the son-in-law has made a fortune, marrying a woman and getting four or five girls to warm the bed..."

"This dowry wife is so beautiful, aren't you afraid that she will seduce the son-in-law's soul?"

"Who knows, the daughter may be even more beautiful..."

After these words came out, a scoundrel suddenly laughed, revealing a lewd smile.

"I think this family probably has a grudge against the son-in-law. The daughter is already beautiful, and the dowry wife is like a fairy. After seeing this, how can the son-in-law walk? He wants to lie on her all day long and refuses to get off. Who can stand it for a long time? Tsk tsk, I guess, if he indulges himself for a few months, he will definitely be squeezed out by these women!"

After hearing these dirty words, the married woman blushed and spat fiercely, while the man showed an expression of approval.

If their wives were this beautiful, and they came with four or five fairies, they felt... they wouldn't be able to handle it.

Most of the people's discussions were about Huijun, and these conversations were also vaguely heard by the concubine Liu Huan. She was so angry that she tore two handkerchiefs, her eyes were fierce, and her whole face was distorted by anger and jealousy. She looked hateful, like a demon.

It was hard to imagine that this was actually a 12-year-old innocent girl.

Ten Miles of Red Makeup, famous in Shangjing.

On this day, two pieces of news flew all over Shangjing like wings.

One, the future Fourth Prince's Consort was extraordinary, and Ten Miles of Red Makeup crushed the Second Prince's Consort. That one was the Princess of Northern Frontier.

The second, the dowry lady had a stunning face, and many young scholars fell in love at first sight and couldn't sleep at night since then.

In addition, someone got the news and knew that Huijun was the concubine of the concubine of Liu Mansion. They immediately ordered the servants to send a visiting card. No matter how much money Liu Mansion offered to redeem her, they only wanted to take Huijun as a concubine and treat her as a treasure.

A concubine, to put it bluntly, is a girl who warms the bed and helps the master to keep her in love.

As long as the master is unwilling to let go, she will never have a proper status in her life. Isn't it better to be a concubine than such a fate?

Some are smarter and directly use flowery paper stained with incense to write their love poems to inquire about Huijun's attitude.

Whether it is the former or the latter, Huijun politely declined, which made people feel regretful, but not disgusted.

When Jiang Pengji saw it, she couldn't help but sigh.

"The evil concubine who will bring disaster to the country has begun to take shape."