But it was said that Du Wanru was depressed and uncomfortable in the new room, and he couldn't help but lift the hijab. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The girl was ordered by her to look for water, and the water was not exhausted in a day, and there was nothing in the new house that could moisten the tongue.

A bunch of useless ornaments of peanut candy are all pomp and circumstance for people to see. The simple white water that really quenches hunger and thirst still has to be found by people.

Du Wanruo is really tired, and there are very few brides who are not tired.

This is where it is.

The delicate cloud satin brocade quilt is rusted with big happy characters on it. The windows around are also full of happy words.

But what about the bridegroom?

Brother Luo?

Did you drink too much?

The wide sleeves are opened, and when the door is opened, a cool breeze blows in, and the air is much more comfortable.

I fumbled a few steps, where was this? The more I walked, the more wrong it became. This is not Zhongwangfu, how can this be Zhongwangfu.

She had been to Zhongwang's Mansion before, although she only came to the mansion with her father as a guest, but she still remembered the terrain layout very clearly. So where is this? Isn't it her and Zhong Luo's wedding today? Where are the people?

Du Wanruo let the cool breeze pour into her cuffs, and thought blankly about the factors that made her uneasy.

The brain, which has always been not very sensitive, suddenly became clear.

Daddy lied to her!

This is Namfu.

It must be Nanfu.

In order to let her obediently marry to Nanfu and marry the prime minister's son, Du Yuanpeng lied that the person she was going to marry was Zhong Luo.

And she actually believed it stupidly like this, was deceived by Su Ri's beloved biological parents, sat in a sedan chair with joy, and waited shyly and apprehensively for the sweetheart who could not have happened at all.

No wonder, Zhong Luo has always been respectful of her, how could he suddenly agree to marry her.

Tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes, curving down the curvature of his cheekbones, and washed away the delicate fat powder.

"Father, mother," the dry lips spurted open, "you have deceived me so hard." ”

Du Wanruo's life is divided into this.

Before this marriage, she had always been happy, and she grew up innocently and domineering in the palm of her hand. But the moment I pushed open the door and the cool breeze woke up my brain, I woke up my heart.

As the eldest lady of the Du family, her pride was shattered by the thunderbolt of the sunny day that she lifted her hijab and stood under the cool night. The princess's heart, which had been held high all this time by good protection, suddenly fell from the clouds to the bottom, and an almost irreparable crack appeared.

Parents, do you really love her and love her?

Tears crisscrossed his face in the wind, and his face was dried. The eye socket is like a gushing spring, irrepressibly bursting the embankment.

The hijab in Du Wanruo's hand slipped off and fell to the ground softly. His feet moved unobediently, and he moved to the vestibule step by step.

Guests are delighted.

The eyes were so red that Du Wan's eyes hurt.

The guests who drank and ate meat and fists all paused, and collectively looked at the bride in front of them who had lifted their hijabs.

Nan Aotian, who was drinking with the courtiers, saw his daughter-in-law standing in front of the guests in a courtyard so unorthodox, and his shame and anger were suppressed into heavy restraint.

"Wan'er. The bride should stay in the room. ”

As if she hadn't heard or seen what Nan Aotian was shouting, Du Wanruo walked straight forward, ignoring the layers of colorful gazes on her body.

She didn't notice what was around her, she just felt her mind buzzing and her eyes blurred like a mist of flowers.

The open door of Nanfu gave Du Wan's blank brain a savior-like goal.

She's going to get out of here, she just wants to get out.

Nan Aotian looked angrily at the bride who moved like a corpse, and glanced at the family next to him.

The two family members wanted to carry Du Wanruo back to the room.

The bride's strength is surprisingly great. Du Wanru struggled desperately, and actually threw the two family members to the ground.

Go your own way.

The guests began to sigh.

The housekeeper Quan Fu hurried from the back house.

He whispered: "Master, the snow in the stable is gone, young master, he rode away after worshipping the church." There is no trace of the upper and lower parts of the house. ”

The unicorn jade porcelain wine glass in Nan Aotian's hand shattered instantly.

Snow Fly is the fastest horse in the stable, and even if you run in the snow. The horse's temperament is extremely strong, and it is difficult for others to get close to him except for Nan Qingyun.

"Chase after you, if the young master doesn't come back, you don't have to come back. ”

"Yes. ”

Immediately, two family members got Nan Aotian's order and forcibly took Du Wanruo back to the room.

Although the guests didn't hear what the housekeeper said in Xiangye's ear, judging from the ugly look on Nan Aotian's face and the dejected look of the bride, most of them guessed one or two.

It's just that no one is sure, and if they do, they don't dare to say it.

The prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion ran away from the marriage and left behind the flower-like bride who was picked up from the General's Mansion.

Nan Qingyun did run away from marriage.

And by this time he had already ridden to the outskirts of the city.

Nanyue's carriage was waiting at the pass.

The carriage contained the body of a woman wrapped in a white cloth.

"Big brother, I thought you wouldn't come. ”

"I'm late. "The sound of Nanqingyun is like an ice chime.

"Brother, this is the corpse of the orange concubine, I will take her out and give it to you. The people around him were originally tightly hidden. But the wedding was too grand, she still knew, and hung Bai Ayako last night. Although it was rescued, it was still too late. ”

Nan Qingyun took Shui Yingcheng's corpse expressionlessly, his chin pressed against his head. Her lips trembled and she kissed her cold hair. There was a heartbreaking sadness in his eyes.

"Orange, I'm late, I'm late......"

The voice was hoarse and weak, and every sound was a gut-breaking roar.

The west wind is strong, and the sky is cold. The snow flew silently, and the horse's tail swayed calmly and inexplicably.

"Big brother, Orange, she wants you to live, and she said on her deathbed that you must live. ”

"Then I will live, live. Staring at the corpse with empty eyes, Hitomi lost all of her soul.

"How are you going to be. ”

"Wander the rivers and lakes, and never enter the rich court. ”

The sound shattered to the ground, like ice cubes shattered from nine high cliffs. Even the sound of the wind in the bleak air was cold.

A lone crow fluttered across the sky and wept. From afar, Quanfu led people to catch up.

"Sister, let's go. Go back and be your queen. The emperor is a good emperor. "The voice was cold and warm.

"Yue'er, the eldest son of the Nan family is dead. If you have something to find your eldest brother in the future, remember to use the warbler to pass the word. ”

The wandering warbler is the most humane bird, not with a letter, but with a retelling of the original words. Nan Qingyun is accustomed to keeping birds.

Nanyue carefully paid attention to the distance between the Quanfu people and them, slowly retreated, got into the carriage, and finally left Nan Qingyun with a complicated look full of concern.

The carriage disappeared into the darkness at great speed.

The pursuers have come up.

"Nan Qingyun is dead. Nan Qingyun muttered these words and placed the body on the horse's back. The long sword is raised, not with one against ten, nor with one against white. At this moment, Nan Qingyun is a complete madman. More than twenty years of depression mixed with cold sorrow and anger all erupted with this sword.

Every knife solves an important henchman of Nan Aotian. However, even if there are thousands of cuts, they can't get back Shui Yingcheng's life.

The corpse fell to the ground, and Quan Fu and the rest of the people didn't dare to step forward, don't mess with anything to provoke a madman.

Nan Qingyun's eyes were intertwined with ice and fire, and anything that went inside would be frozen, or wiped out by blazing flames.

The cold corpse was tightly held in his arms, the blade of the sword stood sideways, and the blade vomited blood.

That timid, cowardly, timid Nan Qingyun no longer exists.

If he could have been a little braver, regardless of the righteousness of the court, the world, the family and the country, and could take her away without scruples, then at this moment, he may be a ******** in his arms instead of a cold corpse.

"Orange, let's go. In this life, I will never enter this royal gate again. ”

Nan Qingyun owned this horse when he was weak, and he didn't feel worthy of sitting on it until today.

The cowardice that he couldn't cross in his life, Shui Yingcheng used his life to help him solve it.

It's too costly.

In the past, Nan Qingyun was dressed in the white feather coat of the eldest prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Cold and elegant, not worldly. However, the wings given by others will eventually be taken away. Once this white feather is taken off by the ruler, he is pale and powerless, and there is only a piece of chicken feathers.

Wings were never given by people, but were gradually born by polishing in the wind and waves.

Nan Qingyun straddled the horse, protecting Shui Yingcheng's corpse in his arms. The body is not completely stiff, and the facial features are fresh as if they were newborn. It's just like falling asleep.

A small number of centaurs chase behind, but the more people chase them, the faster they run, and the more desperate they are.

The snow-white horsehair whipped the clammy and cold air like a whip, and finally turned into a snow-white dot and disappeared at the junction of the imperial city and the forest suburbs.

No one will ever know where they have gone again. (To be continued.) )