Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

August 15th, Beijing.

Today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the day when Prince Yi and Gu Panxia, ​​the leader of the world martial arts alliance, get married.

Prince Yi's Mansion is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it is packed with guests.

Not only the nobles in the capital, but also people in the world came to congratulate him. Even the city guard elders who only stayed in Phantom City all year round also rarely took time to come.

Not only that, even the emperor, who had many things to do, came in person. This wedding was very eye-catching.

As the procession of welcoming the bride moved forward on the road, people watching the excitement on both sides of the road made gasping sounds from time to time.

Looking at the endless dowry gifts, someone exclaimed: "Could this be the legendary Shili Hongzhuang?"

"This is how the queen got married back then. It wasn't so grand, right?"

"What do you know? I heard that Princess Nayi is the leader of the current martial arts alliance, and she is also the owner of Gourmet Beauty. The income of Gourmet Beauty in one day is enough for us ordinary people to spend a lifetime."

An insider sneered: "Let's not talk about the delicious food. Just for Prince Yi's Qingfeng Tower, this betrothal gift is nothing."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, "What? Isn't this Qingfeng Tower the property of the prince? Why did it become the property of Prince Yi again?"

The man's tone was contemptuous, and his expression was proud as he said: "Tsk~ That was just Prince Yi who deliberately said that Qingfeng Tower was the Crown Prince's property in order to deceive Prince Annan, and you actually believed it."

After everyone heard this, they were stunned and couldn't help but be envious.

You know, Qingfeng Tower is spread all over the Three Kingdoms, from the capitals of various countries to the towns and counties of various countries. The income that people make in one day is something they will not be able to earn in several lifetimes.

The conversation was lively outside, but inside the red sedan it was exactly the opposite.

Gu Panxia lowered her head and half-squinted her eyes, as if she was deep in thought.

To be honest, she couldn't help but be shocked when the betrothal gifts were carried to Gu's house.

That pomp really fulfilled the promise of "Ten Miles of Red Makeup" that Lu Yuan had made to her.

The betrothal gift given by Lu Yuan, plus the dowry prepared by the Gu family and the Zhou family, together amounted to more than three hundred dollars. This number is probably the only one in history.

In front of Prince Yi's Mansion, Lu Yuan had been waiting at the door for a long time, staring straight ahead. When he heard the faint sound of gongs and drums, a smile finally appeared on his lips.

"Brother, you look like you're trying to get married, but rather like you're trying to steal your bride."

Lu Meng, who was on the side, saw his little brother's distraught appearance and couldn't help but cover his lips.

The prince and others couldn't help but chuckle in low voices.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this. He seemed to have thought of something and his eyes flashed.

Bribery is out of the question, but marriage fraud is real.

When the Gu family arrived in the capital for the first time, they first bought a house, renovated it, then bought furniture, and were busy looking forward to Xia's marriage.

Therefore, Gu Panxia has not been able to see the regent, Lu Meng and others since he returned to the capital.

Lu Yuan was obviously relieved at this result.

There was nothing I could do about it. How could there be any trace of morbidity in my grandfather's rosy face?

If the little girl saw it, she might have to worry about him.

Fortunately, he didn't ask anyone to prepare everything for the Gu family in advance and let the little girl get busy, otherwise the secret would have been exposed long ago.

With Gu Panxia's temperament, if she found out that she had been deceived, any evidence would probably be false to her.

However, when the raw rice became cooked rice, even if she wanted to regret it, it was too late!

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's lips curled up into a sinister smile again.