A full moon hangs in the night sky, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkles every corner of the earth, such Chanjuan, such a night, who pities themselves on the moon?

The excitement of the day finally came to an end, and Zhongli Wenjun was surrounded by everyone and walked into the cave room

Princess Ziyan was sitting on the bed with her head covered, she heard the sound of the door opening, and her heart beat wildly, she had waited too long for this moment

People walked away, and the surroundings became quiet

Zhongli Wenjun closed the door gently, and the room was filled with warm candlelight

Zhongli Wenjun walked towards the princess step by step, and he stood in front of the princess for a long time,

The air in the room was a little tense

"Horses; Why don't you remove my hijab from me, suffocate me. Zi Yan couldn't wait

Zhongli Wenjun hurriedly relieved himself, and he gently helped Zi Yan remove the hijab,

Zi Yan looked at Zhongli Wenjun in front of her with a smile like a flower,

"Wen Jun, I'm finally your bride." Zi Yan threw herself into Wen Jun's arms all of a sudden, crying with joy, she had waited too long for this embrace

Zhongli Wenjun seemed indifferent to the princess's enthusiasm

It took a long time for the princess to leave Zhongli Wenjun's embrace, she looked at Wenjun's calm face, and suddenly realized that it was just herself rejoicing, as if she was facing a wooden man

"Zhongli Wenjun; Don't you like me?"

Facing the princess's questioning, Zhongli Wenjun was silent, how should he answer, he didn't know what to say

"Zi Yan, I don't want to lie to you, love is love, if you don't love you don't love, at least now I-" Zhongli Wenjun didn't know how to continue, in the face of the simple and enthusiastic Zi Yan, he didn't want to hurt her, he promised to take good care of and love Zi Yan

Zi Yan didn't get angry, but smiled at Zhongli Wenjun, then hugged Zhongli Wenjun's neck and said; "I know what you want to say, it doesn't matter, anyway, you are my person now, you can't escape from the palm of this princess, even if you are a stone, I will warm you, sooner or later I will make you fall in love with me," Facing Zi Yan's enthusiasm, Wen Jun sighed silently in his heart, but his heart still swelled with emotion.

"Zhongli Wenjun. Do you remember when I asked you to promise me three things? ”

Zhongli Wenjun nodded

"Just remember, the first and second pieces are okay, do you want to know what the third piece is?"

Zi Yan smiled secretly

"Please."

"This third thing is for you to love me for the rest of your life."

Zhongli Wenjun listened to it, and it was difficult to hide his embarrassment

Ziyan Road; "I'll give you time, I don't ask you to love me as much as I love you, I just want you to fall in love with me, no matter how long you can really fall in love with me, I feel that I am happy, and my efforts are worth it."

Zhongli Wenjun faced Zi Yan's infatuation, and a wave of guilt surged in his heart

Zi Yan poured herself a glass of wine, and then poured a glass for Zhongli Wenjun as well

"Let's have a drink," the two glasses collided with a crisp sound

Both drank their glasses

They drank several more glasses in a row, and they were all a little drunk

Zi Yan snuggled weakly into Zhongli Wenjun's arms

"Wen Jun, today is our good day, people say that ** a moment is worth a thousand gold, we should not let the good days be wasted."

Zhongli Wenjun has no choice, he has no choice since he promised Wanruo that he wants to marry Ziyan, he wants to stick to it for the rest of his life, but now he can't, because he has a wife, he must do what a husband should do

The light is thin, and the two enter the curtain.

The same night, the same moonlight

It was like sitting on the edge of the bed, and there was a drunken King Fu lying on the bed, today was Zi Yan's wedding day, King Fu was extremely happy, drank a few more glasses, and was already drunk and unconscious.

The night is long, but it seems to be sleepless, the heart is slowly sad, tonight is a good day for his beloved man and his good sister to spend candles in the cave, it is he who sent him into the good sister's cave room, since it has been decided, why is it so sad, she really can't let go, she really can't be calm, can't do not care, love is selfish, but he can't give him love, if the last time he escaped, he could take himself away and fly away, maybe it wouldn't have happened today, but he didn't...... Is it because he doesn't love deeply enough, or is he cowardly in love? It's like scolding Zhongli Wenjun countless times in his heart for being a coward, but he is the coward in this love, but he has already fallen in love with his bone marrow, if something happened when they were alone last time, then is he still the perfect him in his heart? It's like being in a contradiction all the time, and I can't extricate myself

The bright moon shines sleeplessly, the so-called wish people for a long time, thousands of miles together, tonight with their own thousands of miles of Chanjuan but spend with her**, this qiē cruel fighter caused by himself? Who brought himself into the grave of sorrow? Is it yourself? Or is it fate?

It's like facing a man who is sleeping soundly on the bed, and a wave of guilt swells in his heart, since the person he loves has a wife, then he should treat this man who has been with him all his life, but ......

It was as if lying next to King Fu, and when King Fu turned over, he subconsciously hugged Wanruo

It's like closing your eyes and trying to make yourself asleep, longing for a dream that can make you feel free from heartache for a while, but closing your eyes will bring up the first meeting of snowflakes flying and him, closing your eyes will bring up a chance encounter in the mountains, closing your eyes will bring up the picture of being alone, and closing your eyes will bring up their last gaze in Huan Kilometer today.

The dream is not a lamp and the light is gone, and the lonely black in front of him is embraced by his own man, but the heart of Wanru is as cold as ice

(The sky is particularly gloomy, the relentless cold wind is blowing wantonly, I just watched the Henan opera Qin Xuemei, and my melancholy index today is five stars.)