After a few days of drizzle, it was rare to rest today.

When the sky was foggy, the Mo Mansion was already busy.

The red lanterns hung high, the red silk swayed slightly with the wind from time to time, and the bright paper windows where the candlelight jumped were pasted with a few delicately cut big red characters.

In the dim candlelight, the silhouette of the woman in the bronze mirror gradually became hazy.

"Miss, aren't you happy?" Meng Fu behind him took the green comb and swept over the woman's green silk again and again.

The scattered light of the eyes slowly solidified like a mist, the long eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings, and the glimmer of light under the eyes disappeared like flowing water.

"Nope. The woman brushed the green silk on her sideburns in displeasure and anger.

For her, it means the same to marry anyone, so why is there joy, anger and sorrow?

It's just that there is still a bit of inexplicable melancholy......

Meng Fu's heart sank, and she asked her to say that her master's love path might still have some ups and downs.

The sky gradually settled like muddy water, and the day dawned......

"Miss, the hour has come. Meng Fu's voice disrupted Shen Qingyu's thoughts.

The woman replied lightly, Meng Fu glanced at her with complicated eyes, picked up the red hijab on the side and slowly landed on her head.

Her eyes fell red, she closed her eyes for a moment, and let Meng Fu help herself up.

Outside the door of Mofu, there is a sedan chair full of joy, eight strong sedan chairmen stand beside the sedan chair, in front of the sedan chair stand two maidservants with flower baskets, the plump matchmaker is standing on the side of the sedan chair, and there are dozens of red boxes parked behind the sedan chair, which is the dowry prepared by Mo Weiguo for her.

There is still a sedan chair parked in the back, but it is much smaller than the front pomp.

Today, the Mofu married a girl, this marriage is still marrying two, and they are both married to the Zhenguo Mansion, and for a while, the outside of the Mofu is very lively.

Since entering the Mo Mansion, Mrs. Mo's mean and contemptuous attitude has already changed, Mrs. Mo took Shen Qingyu's hand, said something serious, and finally patted her hand affectionately.

As for Mo Qingning, Mrs. Mo didn't want to say anything, but after thinking about it, it was her granddaughter who had been spoiled, so she simply told her two words.

said that if you marry into the Xiao Mansion, you must have a good husband and children, and get along well with Shen Qingyu.

Mo Qingning's mouth responded, but his nails were almost embedded in the palm of his hand.

How could she just stop there? How could she be willing? The position of the princess should have been hers............

"It's all good, let's go!" Mo Weiguo looked at the two slim daughters in front of him with relief but melancholy, and the advice in his heart turned into such a sentence when it came to his mouth.

Bidding farewell to Mo Weiguo and Mrs. Mo, Shen Qingyu boarded the sedan chair at three o'clock in the morning.

Sheng Xiaohou, who came from thousands of miles away in the morning dew, was full of joy, his legs clamped the horse's body, and he whipped it down, speeding up.

Sick beauty, the master is back............

A touch of red rushed into Chang'an City like a whirlwind.

On Chang'an Street, a team of relatives walked in a vast soup, and the two maidservants in front of the sedan chair carrying the flower basket sprinkled bright red petals all the way, and the festive gongs, drums, and suona resounded through the nine skies............

Seeing this, he inevitably collided with other people's happy events, and Sheng Xiaohou Ye endured the huge thoughts surging in his heart and turned over and dismounted.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little longing in his heart, now that it was autumn, and in winter, the small piece of plum forest he planted for her should also be scorching.

At that time, he will give her the grandest wedding in the world, he wants Chang'an City to be full of plum blossoms, he wants her phoenix crown to come to him, and he wants to give her all the beauty in this world.........

The corners of his mouth unconsciously leaked a warm smile like a sun, and suddenly a whisper came from his ears.

"The concubine and eldest daughter of the Mo Mansion are married to the sons of the Zhenguo Mansion, and it is really better to see them than to hear them!"

"If you want to say that this Mofu is really unlucky, the concubine married the son of the side branch of the Xiao Mansion, and the eldest daughter married a stupid son. ”

"Keep your voice quiet, in case someone hears you, hold your head tightly. ”

Boom –

Sheng Xiaohou's pupils shrank, his whole body trembled, and his whole person froze on the spot like wood, and his brain was blank............

The eldest daughter of Mofu...... Sick Beauty......

He raised his eyes and suddenly looked at the person sitting in the sedan chair...... Unexpectedly...... It was the woman he had in mind............

His eyes were slightly red, his brain didn't react, and he had rushed up desperately and crossed the front of the sedan chair.

The welcoming team and onlookers were all taken aback by this sudden stubble.

"Isn't this Sheng Xiaohou Ye, what is he trying to do?"

"Do you still need to ask? Look at this battle is to rob relatives!"

"There's a good show to watch now. ”

Sheng Xiaohou stared at the big red sedan chair in front of him without turning a deaf ear, and his heart was tormented as if he was roasted on a fire.

What lovesickness, what longing when I knew that the person sitting in the sedan chair was her, all came to naught.

The heartache is incomprehensible, just like termites gnawing at it, knowing that it is death, but it is also duty-free............

"Sick beauty!" the young man looked at the sedan chair, and his heart-rending voice resounded in the sky.

Probably God also noticed his grief, and the originally clear sky suddenly rolled up with black clouds............

The person in the sedan chair clenched his palms tightly, eager to be embedded in it.

Why did so many people read and love Mo Nianchu, but she Mo Qingning ended up with this "betrayal of relatives"

Sheng Xiaohouye, who had not received a response for a long time, had red eyes, and had a posture of killing gods and encountering Buddhas, so frightened that everyone did not dare to move.

He lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and looked at the woman sitting upright, and his heart ached almost to stop.

"Sick Beauty ......"

He called out in despair, and his trembling hand slowly lifted the red hijab that should have been uncovered by the woman's husband.

Removing the hijab, revealing a delicate but complaining little face.

No...... Not a sick beauty............

Sheng Xiaohou Ye shook his head for a while, and the red hijab in his hand quietly slipped to the ground............

"Where's the sick beauty?" Coming back to his senses, he grabbed Mo Qingning's shoulder like crazy, and his appearance was as terrifying as a hellish Shura.

Mo Qingning suddenly laughed sneeringly: "At this hour, it's time to go to the Xiao Mansion! If the little Marquis Sheng is faster, maybe he can catch up before the three bows." ”

Sheng Xiaohou shook his body and staggered a few steps.

He propped up his forehead, his eyes were empty, his breathing was extremely heavy for a while, and his body was unstable in the whirlwind, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

Sheng Xiaohou Ye is wanton and unassuming, and he has always been majestic in all directions, but at this moment, he is embarrassed............

"Jingchen. Song Zhiyuan, who came in a hurry, looked at his cousin's appearance, and his heart hurt undeniably.

Sheng Xiaohouye, who was distracted for a while, came back to his senses, he grabbed Song Zhiyuan's collar with a hideous face, and asked like a beast roaring: "Song Zhiyuan, didn't you let you take care of the sick beauty? ”

As he spoke, he smashed his fist Song Zhiyuan's face.

A burst of blood spread between his teeth, and you can imagine how powerful this punch is.

Innocently spitting out the teeth that were knocked out by him, looking at the wanton spread of pain in his eyes, Song Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, this matter was indeed his fault, but Mofu and Xiao Fu had a marriage contract......

No one would have thought that Mo Qingning would have that kind of incident with Xiao Chengfan, and no one would have imagined that the old prince would suddenly decide Mo Nianchu......

These days, he tossed and turned, trying to tell him the news, but it was as if he had disappeared, and the letters sent out were also lost............

"I asked someone to stop the sedan chair, go quickly!"

Hearing this, Sheng Jingchen slowly let go of his hand, and a flash of light suddenly surged up in his gray and empty eyes............

Looking at the young man's back, Song Zhiyuan exhaled a breath of turbidity and stumbled to his feet, this is the only thing he can do for his good cousin, I only hope he can get his wish............

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