Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 175 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

The snow was falling silently, and gradually a layer of white appeared on the ground. The two of them stopped talking and stood silently in the snow for a long time. This was the first time that the two of them were so honest in their confrontation.

After a long while, Princess Qingyang said, "Sometimes I envy you. There are some things that I can't get even after a lot of hard work, and I don't even dare to dream about them, but you can get them easily."

She moved, raised her feet and stepped lightly on the snow, her cold eyes looking towards the highest point of the palace.

"I am Princess Qingyang, the most noble princess in the Kingdom of Li."

Princess Qingyang's desire for power became stronger and stronger. She had lost too much for this power. This power was like a poison, which penetrated into her bones unknowingly.

"Power may not be a good thing, but at least it can satisfy my desires to the greatest extent, allowing me to easily get what I want without becoming a prey to my prey."

"Nangong Yunran, you're still not cruel enough."

Princess Qingyang laughed until tears fell. With Nangong Yunran's intelligence, if she didn't want to go to the marriage, there were other ways. The most obvious one was to stay in bed and let other princesses go.

But she couldn't bear to do it.

Or, as long as she used some tricks to beg the old emperor, the old emperor already felt guilty about her, and the queen now regarded her as someone who was pushed aside to fan the flames, so it would be easy for her to get rid of this marriage.

Both of them were smart people. Nangong Yunran knew what Princess Qingyang was talking about. Her originally pale face looked even paler under the moonlight. It was hard to imagine that this was the complexion of a living person. The only color was her slightly drunk lips, which were tinged with a very light smile. The snow blowing on her face was like a lotus swaying on the snow on the mountains, carrying a kind of lonely and cold despair.

"No one cares about my sickly appearance now. It doesn't matter where I go. On the way to the marriage, I can see the scenery of the border, which is a relief and worth it."

"Nangong Qingyang, even if I leave, I will still look forward to the ending of you all."

Nangong Yunran took Yihuan slowly towards the palace where they lived. The red satin that filled the palace made her throat smell fishy. She bent down and started coughing again.

In the past, she wanted to live and always thought that death was a terrible thing, but now she is looking forward to death.

"Princess, I will call the imperial physician over."

Nangong Yunran stopped Yihuan and smiled sweetly: "It's okay. The process of walking towards death may be a little difficult, but I know that this is my way to his destination. If it's any later, I'm afraid that he will cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Mengpo soup and forget me."

She probably could not get over that summer. When she was isolated and helpless, it was that person who protected her behind him. The arrow that had shot from the bow and was shining sharply in the sunlight had already come crashing down, and he suddenly grabbed the sharp arrow that had shot from the bow.

The young man said in a clear voice: "Everyone, it's too late. It's not the right of others to bully this general's fiancée."

In the past, he protected her at the Spring Dynasty Banquet.

Now that he is gone, she protects the border that he once defended with his life and blood.

Nangong Yunran did not fall asleep that night, but stared at the wedding dress in front of her all night.

The next morning, when the palace maid and the nanny came in, she was already dressed neatly. Her previously pale face was painted with rouge, and her peach-like lips were now bright red. She looked radiant and graceful, able to captivate anyone's heart.

"Mommy, let's go."

Nangong Yunran's eyes were slightly curved, and she bid farewell to the emperor and empress after going through a lot of cumbersome etiquette.

"Ranran." The queen held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go, fearing that after this separation, they would never see each other again in this life.

Nangong Yunran looked at the true feelings in her eyes and whispered, "My Lady, can I call you Mother?"

The queen almost couldn't hold it back, and almost burst into tears. She nodded repeatedly, and Nangong Yunran carefully put his arms around her waist, buried his head in the queen's arms like he buried his head in his mother's arms when he was a child, and said softly: "Mother."

She greedily absorbed the warmth from the Queen's arms, closed her eyes, and after a few seconds she withdrew from the Queen's arms and smiled at her.

"Mother, it's snowing hard outside. Madam Li, your headaches tend to recur in winter. I hope you can take good care of me."

"Ranran." The old emperor couldn't help but take a step forward, his eyes slightly moist.

"My daughter bids farewell to her father, the emperor and her mother."

Nangong Yunran bowed and got into the carriage. Since she was being married off for a foreign country, she was just leaving the country and no ceremony was being held. The specific marriage partner would be determined after she reached the country of Jiang, and only then would she be able to get married.

The Queen cried so hard that she almost fainted. She felt the pain in her heart spreading through her internal organs. She stood up with the help of Nanny Li and watched Nangong Yunran leave.

The word "mother" from Nangong Yunran almost made her collapse. The tender face of her daughter appeared in front of her again. Now she had finally found a place to rely on and had such a well-behaved daughter to take care of her, but they were separated again.

The queen's lips turned slightly pale, her fingers clenched in her phoenix robe, and she forced a smile, but there was a deep coldness in her eyes that made people chill. She didn't want to fight with anyone, but it seemed that after watching from the sidelines for so many years, many people ignored her as the queen.

"Madame Li, let's go back to the palace."

Nangong Yunran was sitting in the carriage wearing a wedding dress. She felt that the red color was very eye-catching, so when she arrived at the post station, she changed into her usual clothes.

Looking out the window at the unfamiliar scenery, it is different from the prosperity of the capital, but it has its own meaning. In the fields, people are carrying hoes, driving cattle and singing, and there are also curls of smoke rising, which are so faint that they blend into this cold winter...

These are the beautiful mountains and rivers of Liguo.

The journey took nearly half a month, and the weather was getting colder and colder. The biting frost and snow made people's bones ache, and Nangong Yunran also fell seriously ill on the way.

"Princess, we are almost at the border. Would you like to take a look?" A male voice came from outside. It was the general who was escorting her to the marriage.

An Qianye also sighed slightly in his heart. Seeing that they had arrived at the border, he thought that Nangong Yunran would want to see it with his own eyes, so he reminded her without caring whether it was in accordance with etiquette or not.

Nangong Yunran gently opened the door of the carriage and looked at the weather-beaten city not far away. It should have been the land of Li Country, but at this moment, the flag of Jiang Country was flying.

Somehow, her heart suddenly surged with excitement. As long as she walked into this city, the flag of Jiang State would be replaced by the flag of Li State.

In the past, Xu Jinhuan was holding a spear, standing on the city wall with high spirits. The spear was pointing at the vast mountains and rivers of Li Country, making those little villains frightened and dare not invade.

Xu Jinhuan, I have come to the battlefield where you defend your country!

However, not far away was the mighty Xu family army that remained at the border. They put away their weapons in unison and stood straight, looking over here.