"As long as she has me in her heart, even if she wants to fly thousands of miles away from the mountains, I will still be willing to let her spread her wings and take off, rather than cut off her wings and let her be trapped in a gorgeous cage for the rest of her life."

After speaking, he took Ming Yulong's hand and walked towards the small kitchen.

Ming Yulong glanced back at Nalan Lian, he leaned against the threshold, fanning his fan slowly, his face still smiling, and his gaze did not turn in the direction of her and Rong Yi.

"What are you looking at, don't you just want to be with me?" Rong Yi's voice came, and Ming Yulong turned his head to look at him.

His words coincided with what Ming Yulong had said before, indicating that he had heard the conversation between the two outside.

It's not pretty to him.

She stuck out her tongue and muttered, "I want to be with you, but I didn't say that I want to see you only every day." ”

Rong Yi glanced up at Nalan Lian, a shallow light flashed in the dark pupils, and her pale lips raised slightly,

"If you want to see Nalan Lian, it's not exciting enough to watch it now."

Why is he wonderful?

Ming Yulong glanced at Rong Yi's faint smiling expression, and saw that he looked noble and leisurely, I don't know what happened to Lu Dao, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Is Nalan Lian going to be unlucky?

Time flies, and soon the day of marriage will come.

Ming Yulong was picked up from the bed by Nanzhi early in the morning, saying that there would be a sedan chair coming to pick up the bride at the hour (seven o'clock to nine o'clock), and she would get up early to dress up.

She stared in a daze, and was pulled over by Nanzhi to wash her face, brush her teeth, and walk to the dressing table.

Obviously, the person who was going to marry was Ming Yulong, but Nanzhi was more excited than her, and after pushing her a few times, seeing that she still didn't wake up, she brought a bowl of soup to her.

"You drink this, and if you finish your makeup later, you'll eat it bad."

Ming Yulong nodded, she didn't want to eat lip cream, held the bowl handed over by Nanzhi, and drank it slowly.

After drinking all the bowls, she finally burped and began to let Nanzhi play on her face.

Before a layer of powder was put on, Ming Yulong's face suddenly changed, hunched his waist, and covered his stomach.

"No, I'm going to make it easier."

Seeing that there was still time to spare, Nanzhi let her go, but after this time, Ming Yulong kept running into the latrine, and when the most people stopped in the latrine, they didn't come out.

The sky is getting brighter, and the gong and drum sedan chair in the distance also knocks on the door.

Nalan Lian got up, lazily put on her robe, hung her pajamas in her eyes, and walked into the door with a fan.

"What, I see that the greeting team has arrived at the door, are you ready?"

"Where are you ready, I don't know if Lu Dao has a cold, Yulong she kept running to the toilet when she woke up in the morning, probably because she had diarrhea!" Nanzhi saw Nalan Lian and leaned over to say with a blank look.

Nalan Lian smelled the rich fragrance of fat powder and approached, and the fan fanned a little more diligently.

"Did you eat the wrong thing?"

"It's impossible, the food I cooked with my own hands, you haven't had anything to do after eating it for so long, it's impossible for her to have a problem." Namzhi is so confident in his cooking skills that he denies it without even thinking about it.

While the two were talking, the sound of the flower drum outside had reached the door.

I heard the person at the door shouting, "Open the door, let's pick up the bride." ”

Although he came to marry, there was still a sense of superiority in his tone when he spoke