Without waiting to think about it again, the Gong family sounded the noisy suona and gongs and drums again, the festive atmosphere seemed to be a continuation of yesterday, listening to Gong Mengshu, who was neatly dressed in the inner room and waiting to leave the pavilion, there was a moment of trance, as if everything yesterday was just a nightmare for her, in fact, nothing had happened.

However, a cold thing that her mother Wu Peisi quietly stuffed into her hand broke her self-deceptive luck mentality. It was a round glass vial, frosted texture, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Gong Mengshu held the vial and looked up at her mother in confusion, Wu Peisi saw that there was no one around, and whispered on the side of Gong Mengshu's sideburns: "This is what my mother specially got by herself early in the morning, you have to put it away." Speaking of this, he wanted to speak and stopped, seeing that Gong Mengshu was still at a loss, Wu Peisi sighed sourly, and finally explained the reason: "Mengshu, this bottle is filled with fresh pigeon blood, tonight the cave room is full of candles, you must remember your mother's instructions, pour this on the bed after the round house, so that no one will find out about your past......"

"Mother, you-" Gong Meng's heart jumped suddenly, raised her eyes and looked at her mother in astonishment, and couldn't help but squeeze the bottle tightly, but the small bottle was like a hot potato in her hand.

Wu Peisi lowered his voice and said, "You do what I tell me, my mother can't let you be looked down upon for the rest of your life......" said that his voice was already choked. Gong Mengshu held the small bottle and was silent for a long time, before he trembled and put it into his wide sleeve. She kept her head down while doing this, and there were crystal droplets of water dripping on the red wedding dress, forming a dull dot.

"Mother knows that you will feel that you are deceiving Huang Qilun by doing this, but child, you have to know, men attach great importance to this, in case Huang Qilun finds out that you are not perfect, he will definitely have a knot in his heart for the rest of his life, so ......" Wu Peisi has yet to explain, the water droplets on Gong Mengshu's knees are falling more and more, she sobbed: "Mother, don't say it again, I know you are for my good ......"

Mother Wu Peisi has been a vegetarian Buddha for many years, she has stayed up all night last night to make a wedding dress for her, and she went to catch pigeons in person early this morning, if it were not for the care of her daughter, a weak woman who has no power to restrain the chicken will do those bloody killings? Mother has good intentions but does not want her to suffer, Gong Mengshu raised her head, her eyes were full of tears, she hugged her mother's waist, attached her face to her mother's warm chest, and couldn't help crying silently.

"Don't cry, today is a big day, you should spend your makeup if you cry again," Wu Peisi was also full of tears, but she still held back the sadness in her heart and comforted Gong Mengshu. She held Gong Mengshu's delicate face and said reluctantly: "My mother is really reluctant to let you go, but when the woman gets married, my mother also hopes that you will have a good home, so you have to go on well in the future......"

Gong Mengshu sobbed and nodded, unable to say anything. Outside the house, the wedding lady was urging the auspicious time, Wu Peisi finally looked at Gong Mengshu's full set of bridal outfits, and covered Gong Mengshu with the bright red Xipa, then nodded and said with tears: "You go." ”

The etiquette of getting married is cumbersome and long, Gong Mengshu is completely like a marionette who pulls the strings, and she does whatever the master of ceremonies and the bride tell her to do. She firmly remembered her mother's words in her heart, no matter what, the road still had to go on her own. From now on, whether it is sad, hateful, or happy, she is all alone.

She is actually the original bride, although a variation of the episode has changed everything, but her predetermined fate in life can not be broken, what else can she do but accept her fate?

From leaving the house to the way to the Huang family, Gong Mengshu, who was covered with a red hijab, sat in a bumpy sedan chair, and his eyes were all blood-red. The red hippoa, the red wedding dress, the red shoes, the red palanquin, the red dowry...... Even lifted the hijab, through the gap in the curtain of the big red sedan chair, she saw that Huang Qilun, who was in front of the wedding team, was also wearing a joyful red silk flower on his chest.

This red made Gong Mengshu feel an indescribable depression, and there seemed to be a dazzling virgin red stained on the mattress in front of her eyes, as well as the thrilling blood oozing from her mother's neck...... The miserable blood and the overwhelming festive red in front of her alternated and changed with each other, and she was almost suffocated with dizziness.

She leaned her heavy head against the wall of the car, opened her mouth, and inhaled hard and deeply to calm her fluctuating complex emotions, she wanted to calm herself down, but her heart was still like hanging fifteen buckets, seven up and eight down. She was really worried that Cheng Ruikai would come to collide and destroy her family affairs today, and she was worried that her future life would be difficult after marrying into the Huang family, and she was so frightened that she was almost weak for a while.

In order to give herself courage and encouragement, she clasped her hands, and her fingers accidentally touched the bottle hidden in her sleeve, and shrunk it as if it was burned, but after a pause for a quarter of an hour, she finally clung to the cold small frosted glass bottle that carried all her mother's hopes, and her palms were full of sweat.

After quietly adjusting for a long time, she slowly raised her trembling hand and put down the big red hijab on her head, gently closed her dim eyes because of tears, and waited for the unknown fate that was coming.

Cheng Ruikai's arrogant and arrogant robbery did not appear after all, and the festive team finally entered the Huang family smoothly in Gong Mengshu's fear, and then there was a series of busy and tense rituals to follow in worshiping ancestors and worshipping heaven and earth.

The physical and mental trauma, the sleepiness of a sleepless night, and the repetitive and cumbersome kneeling made Gong Mengshu's eyes flutter, and his body couldn't help shaking, and the bride on the side had sharp eyes, and hurriedly rushed forward to support her soft body, and said: "The bride's body is really delicate, you have to persevere, otherwise how can the groom and the groom spend candles tonight?"

Xi Niang's ridiculous and funny words made the people who watched the excitement laugh knowingly, and Huang Qilun, who was worshipping Gong Mengshu in heaven and earth, also blushed when he heard this, and couldn't stop giggling happily, but it made Gong Mengshu's face under the big red Xipa suddenly white as paper.

Only Huang Mu, who was sitting on the Taishi chair and accepting tea from the newcomer, quickly glanced at Gong Mengshu, who was covered with a hijab, with a sharp eye, and smiled according to the situation, but the smile did not extend to her weather-beaten eyes.

The night slowly descended in a heart-wrenching waiting.

Xi Niang and the ladies of the Huang family all drank and drank, and helped to greet the guests, and the house finally fell silent. Gong Mengshu sat alone in the wedding room with a red hijab and waited for the groom Huang Qilun, her heart was pounding, her head was still dizzy, and her whole body was soft. From time to time, she touched the small glass bottle in her sleeve to make sure that the small object was still there, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, but then her heart beat even harder.

Candles had been lit in the house, and the candle flame was flickering, and candle tears were flowing downward. Gong Mengshu was staring at her toes, and suddenly heard the heavy footsteps of a man outside the house coming towards the house from far to near, Gong Mengshu hurriedly sat up straight, a heart was about to jump out of her chest, and she was so nervous that she could barely breathe.

The room was pushed open with a "bang", and Huang Qilun staggered into the house. He locked the door with his backhand, and stood behind it as he watched the bride sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him, a satisfied smile on her drunken face. He walked step by step towards the sweetheart he had always admired, his heart full of tenderness and sweetness.

"Mengshu," Huang Qilun called her name softly, but saw Gong Mengshu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a red hijab, jumped suddenly, and her whole body almost fell from the edge of the bed. He hurriedly stepped forward, hugged her tightly in his arms, and said pityingly: "I tired you today, right?"

Gong Mengshu stiffened in Huang Qilun's arms, she opened her mouth with great effort, and heard her dry voice trembling and replied to him: "I...... I'm okay......"

"You're okay, I'm still worried that you'll faint," Huang Qilun hugged Gong Mengshu tightly and said in a low voice: "Actually, I'm also scared in my heart, I'm afraid that you will regret not marrying me temporarily, I'm so worried that I haven't slept well for several nights, and even my mother laughs at me, so I'm so nervous that I want to faint!" He smiled with wine, and couldn't help but kiss Gong Mengshu's head lightly through the red Xipa, but what touched his mouth was the hard pearl on her phoenix crown, and his drunken consciousness was sober.

"Look, I forgot to remove the hijab for you," he laughed self-deprecatingly, and then reached out to pick up the weighing rod that had been prepared long ago from the desk next to the bed, and gently picked up the red hijab on Gong Mengshu's head.

"Mengshu, you are so beautiful," Huang Qilun stared at Gong Mengshu in a daze, his eyes full of amazement and admiration.

Gong Mengshu kept lowering her eyes, smiling when she heard the words, her hands were clenched tightly in her sleeves, and her knuckles were white, but Huang Qilun was just shy about her.

After looking at it closely for a long time, the thick flower candle standing on the table suddenly burst out of a dazzling lamp because it had been burning for a long time, and Huang Qilun suddenly came back to his senses, he picked up the two glasses of water and wine on the table, handed a glass to Gong Mengshu, and then kept a glass for himself, and said in a low voice: "Mengshu, we haven't drunk a glass of wine yet." After drinking a glass of wine, we are husband and wife, we respect each other for the rest of our lives, raise our eyebrows, and grow old together, do you say okay?"

Gong Mengshu's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help trembling, she lowered her eyes, and said "um" softly, Huang Qilun saw that he couldn't say anything, wrapped his arms around her and drank the glass of wine in his hand, while Gong Mengshu frowned and took a small sip of wine, she was not good at drinking, and she didn't like the taste of wine, so she had to swallow it slowly.

Huang Qilun looked obsessively at Gong Mengshu who was close at hand, her flushed face made one of his hearts just jump in his chest, and there was deep longing and admiration in his eyes. He stared at her tightly, his breathing began to become short, and an urge to have her suddenly hit his heart, so eager that he couldn't even wait for Gong Mengshu to finish the glass of wine.