The next morning, when Old Man Wu asked him to go to find Wu Feng, Wu Feng was practicing his sword. This change made Old Man Wu a little surprised. Usually at this time, I still sleep in the room.

"As soon as Qingli scolded this kid last night, he began to be diligent. It seems that Qingli can cure Feng'er, and letting Feng'er marry Qingli is not necessarily a bad thing. He stroked his beard with satisfaction.

At noon, Wu Feng came back from sword practice, and looked at Old Man Wu with a confused look. There was no expression on his face. "Dad, in four days, I will marry Qingli. I've been in my room for the past few days. You don't have to call me to dinner. The son retired. After saying that, he really retired.

Although Old Man Wu is happy about his current transformation, but overnight, why does he feel that he doesn't know his son anymore. He comforted himself that maybe he had grown up. His change may be the price of growth.

For the past four days, Wufeng locked himself in his room. Didn't talk to anyone. Sword practice in the morning, sword practice at noon, and sword practice in the evening. He just wanted to practice his sword. Only when he practiced swordsmanship could he feel the slightest bit of happiness. Now, except for practicing swords, he doesn't even feel strong to speak.

On the day of the wedding, he put on a bright red groom's dress. A disguised smile hung on his face. Tell everyone how happy he is. Tell the lord how happy he is to accept the marriage.

Riding a horse, he looked at the people coming and going on the street, but he didn't know what he was doing, and his eyes were empty. It wasn't until the coachman next to him told him that he had arrived, that he came to his senses. Turn over and dismount. Qingli was led by the bride to the main hall.

Everyone in the hall was smiling and congratulating them. But this was the nightmare of the black wind, and he felt a trace of fear, fear. My whole body was shaking. There is even a slight difficulty breathing. Fortunately, it lasted until the end of the worship. At the banquet, Wu Feng felt his own confusion. When others toast, he accepts it. I just want to get myself drunk.

Stumbled to the happy room, but he was already delirious. Eventually, he lost consciousness.

Qingli, who was covered with a red hijab, saw that the black wind fell. Hurriedly lifted the hijab and went to help Wufeng. Seeing him like this, Qingli was extremely uncomfortable. Tears flowed silently, across his cheeks, dripping down Wufeng's forehead.

Wu Feng felt that he wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. I could only use my strength and say, "Don't cry, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all." Despite his best efforts, he was still quiet.

Qingli listened and pretended to laugh: "I didn't cry." You're tired too, go to sleep. She turned her head. But the tears could not be stopped. She felt that the black wind she had known before was slowly disappearing. She tried to hug him, but it was too late. began to blame himself, why did he force him like that, like before, even if he died, she would accompany him. But everything was messed up by herself.

Qingli sat on the ground all night, and Wufeng lay on the ground all night.

When Wufeng woke up, he gently carried her to the happy bed. I took a bite, and the blood dripped from my finger but it didn't hurt at all. Cover the quilt for Qingli. After changing his clothes, he went to the courtyard to practice his sword.

Qingli didn't wake up, but it was more embarrassing to be awake than to fall asleep.

When she woke up, she did what a daughter-in-law should do. Didn't bother the black wind. She knew better than anyone else why he practiced swords. It's just that she feels more sorry for him.

In front of her parents-in-law, she is the best daughter-in-law. But when she returned to the room, she was the most pitiful bride.

At night, Qingli always goes to bed early. When Wufeng came back, he sometimes covered Qingli with a quilt, and then slept on the other side of the bed. As if it was a tacit understanding, no one bothered anyone, and no one took a picture. That's how the days passed.