"Misunderstanding?" Wen Xiaoluo chewed these two words repeatedly, then smiled, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said to Zhu'er: "Yes, how can I misunderstand...... Let's go out and have a look. ”

Zhu'er was a little baffled by Wen Xiaoluo's attitude, but she didn't have time to think about it, so she walked out with Wen Xiaoluo. The Song Mansion is very lively, although it is said that Chongxi, but all aspects are done in accordance with the specifications of Chen Guoying's main room. Previously, Zhu'er had heard from other subordinates that the young lady that the young master was going to marry this time was a well-known rich and noble family in Andu City. Although it is not as good as the status of the Song family, there are also people in the family who are engaged in politics, and there is a lot of money and power. Compared with Wen Xiaoluo, it is more suitable for Song Yichen. Now seeing the decoration of the house, even she understands in her heart that it is not just as simple as Chongxi......

Zhu'er glanced at Wen Xiaoluo with some concern, but found that she looked as usual, not sad or happy, and seemed to be completely out of the world. Now Zhu'er really doesn't understand, if it were her now, when she encountered such a thing, she wouldn't know what it would be like to be in a hurry, where would she be so calm like Miss.

Wen Xiaoluo looked at everyone who walked past her with a pair of ink-like black eyes, and felt more and more sarcastic in her heart. Chongxi? Song Yichen's martial arts are so good, do you still use Chongxi? Now I can't imagine that I am planning some kind of conspiracy and trying to do something hurtful. Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoluo suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the woman who was about to enter the Song family. Marrying Song Yichen, who is so anxious, I am afraid that my life will be ruined. But it's fate, not her, there will be others. Who can escape......

After walking around, Wen Xiaoluo felt that there was a lack of interest, so he asked Zhu'er to go back to the room with her. Tomorrow is the official wedding day, and there is nothing to see today except for the noise in the house. What was going on in her heart, Zhu'er didn't know. It's just that her silent appearance really makes Zhu'er not know what to do. Even if the young lady scolded her a few words, it would be better than the way she is now. She was so quiet, so quiet that it felt as if she was completely out of the world......

On the second day, the Song Mansion was even more lively, listening to Zhu'er. The Song Mansion is a flowing water seat. The dignitaries and dignitaries of Andu City were entertained for three days and three nights. It is self-evident how vast the scene is. Wen Xiaoluo was a little curious, so when the bride passed the house, she took Zhu'er to take a sneak look. The hijab covered the bride's face. I can't see exactly what it looks like.

Wen Xiaoluo has seen many beauties. At the beginning, He Yuyan, the daughter of the prime minister, was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. At this time, the bride walked in with someone in her arms. The figure is wonderful, and the gait is also light and wisps, and at first glance it is the young lady who was born by everyone. Then a breeze blew. Suddenly, the corner of the hijab was lifted, which just made Wen Xiaoluo see the appearance of some brides clearly. Some round chins, fair and delicate, with a shallow smile at the corners of the lips...... Just from the exposed chin made Wen Xiaoluo feel in a trance. It was a trance that made her feel beautiful, and she didn't know how beautiful the bride was. But with just one chin, she can be like this, she must be a beauty.

Glancing at the bride thoughtfully, Wen Xiaoluo's heart flashed with a strange emotion. Xu is people are born to love beautiful things, she really feels a little pity for this bride at the moment, who is not good to marry, but to marry Song Yichen......

But it's okay, although the Song family said that they were talking about Chongxi, everything was according to the main room when they got married. As soon as today passes, this woman will be Song Yichen's wife in the future......

didn't stay any longer, Wen Xiaoluo returned to the room. It's too noisy outside, and she can't go out to see the excitement anymore. After all, with her status, if she goes out, she will only make people laugh and feel embarrassed. I think it's a little ridiculous when I think about it, the previous life can be regarded as infinitely beautiful, but in this life, I ended up in such an embarrassing situation. So, the world is really changing......

The lively scene in the Song Mansion continued, and Wen Cheng was noisy without a trace of sleep. Let Zhu'er go out, and he ran to the grove where he used to practice every night again. Even if Song Yichen is not there, at least she herself can't waste this martial arts. It's just that there is no Song Yichen by her side after all, and her body in this life belongs to the kind of waste wood that practices. After practicing for a while, I was really a little overwhelmed. Wen Xiaoluo threw the sword aside with some irritability, and then sat under the tree, looking away.

Even from such a distance, Wen Xiaoluo could still faintly hear some lively movements in the Song Mansion. I can't help but feel a little ironic in my heart, the Song family really deserves to be the richest man in Chen State. Marrying a wife for Song Yichen, this pomp is about to catch up with the cost of the royal family. I don't know what Chen Yongheng will feel in his heart after he knows about it. What's even more ironic is that if Chen Yongheng knew that the King Yong'an he personally sealed was the original King Yu, what kind of expression would appear on his face......

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoluo couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at......?" Some weak voices gradually drifted in, making Wen Xiaoluo look at the person in surprise.

I saw Song Yichen come over at some point, wearing a spotless white fox fur on his body, and his green silk hung down on his chest. Looking at the past through the moonlight, his lips were as pale as snow, and his flawless face was as white as if he had no trace of popularity. The whole man looked weak and unpresentable, as if the wind blew and he fell.

Wen Xiaoluo's brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, she didn't understand why Song Yichen suddenly came here at this time. Today can be regarded as his big day, if the others are gone, maybe the people in the Song Mansion will be in a hurry.

"Why are you here?" There was some indifference, but at best there was only surprise.

Song Yichen didn't speak, approached Wen Xiaoluo with a somewhat vague step, and then sat down next to her. Before she could react, Song Yichen suddenly grabbed her hand. Subconsciously, Wen Xiaoluo was about to break free, but Song Yichen's strength suddenly increased at this time, and she couldn't break free. Since this is the case, Wen Xiaoluo simply gave up the struggle and saw what Song Yichen was going to do.

I saw Song Yichen take out a small white porcelain vase from his arms, and then his slender fingers rubbed repeatedly on Wen Xiaoluo's hand, which was not satisfied with the thin calluses and scars. A pair of deep eyes looked at Wen Xiaoluo's palm fixedly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. In the end, he slowly withdrew his hand, opened the porcelain bottle, and gently rubbed the medicine for Wen Xiaoluo. (To be continued.) )