Ten miles of red makeup shops, drums and music on the long street, I am afraid that the family affairs of such scenes can be traced back to the wedding of Princess Yongle two years ago. The people who accompanied Erlang of the Jiang family to greet him were all official teenagers who declared that they were outside. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, bustling all the way to Chen Wangfu, happily picked up the bride on the sedan chair.

The Jiang Mansion was already full of friends, Xue Li turned around, a white jade mask was cold and cold, but it did not reduce the romance under his eyes. He knew that the bride in the sedan chair was just a peach tree, not Xue Ling. Although there is resistance in my heart, it is better than having to worship with my sister. turned over and dismounted, took the ribbon, handed it to the girl who got off the sedan chair, and led her slowly into the hall.

The show is almost over, in front of and behind the scenes, it's going to be over.

Xue Ling lifted his head in the sedan chair early, and the moment he stopped the sedan chair, he put it up indiscriminately, and at this moment he could only see a red color. There are many congratulations around, there are "talented women" and "matches made in heaven". She tried to discern who was shouting, but there was not a familiar voice.

What talent does Xue Li have, and what does she Xue Ling look like? Where did it come from, and did it come about?

Xi Po shouted to the newcomer to worship the church, and Xue Ling was pressed to his knees by the people around him. The maid sent by the Jiang Mansion didn't know that the bride had been replaced, so she honestly followed the master's explanation and was optimistic about the voice.

"Worship heaven and earth~"

Pingyi slipped slightly in his sleeve, and Xue Li was on the side, unable to mess up.

"Erbai High Hall~"

Who is sitting? It should be Jiang Hong and Mrs. Jiang. According to the courtesy, Qi Qingyi should also be seated.

"Husband and wife worship each other~"

Both of them are a meal. Xue Li looked at Xue Ling's hijab, on which a pair of mandarin ducks were playing in the water, made of gold and silver threads, and the room was full of light. Others only say that he is so beautiful and beautiful. But I don't know that Liulilang in Beijing, Shixing is drunk, but what he thinks about is a couple for a lifetime.

For him, Pingcheng is too small, so small that there are only three people: Xue Yihan, Xue Ling, and Lao Li Tou. Then the two of them don't seem to have much compassion, no matter how coquettish he is, no one will stay for a long time. Fortunately, there is still a daddy who can't help but beg himself.

He was tired of hearing about national affairs, tired of listening to Confucius Mengzhuang Zhou, he tried his best to dig out all the new things, and listened to too many children's feelings that Xue Ling had never heard of.

"Daddy's greatest luck in this life is to meet your mother, you are very similar to her."

"You're a lot like her, and your big brother is like me."

"You go to Uncle Jiang's house, the jade character is your mother's name, how good."

Liu Yurou, spring willow, white jade, finger twisting soft, no matter which word, just thinking about it, I feel that the tip of my heart is trembling slightly, as if I shouted louder, it is a sin.

Xue Yihan had never told Xue Ling about these things, and he was short of breath when he was in love. He is drunk in his love, and he doesn't want his son to be dragged down by love. There were a lot of people coaxing, and Xue Ling didn't have much time to miss someone he had never met.

On the contrary, it was Xue Li's ears and eyes that touched Xue Yihan's thoughts, and the love was deep-rooted and leafy. He sometimes has paintings to outline the goddess of Luoshui, but he didn't expect his marriage, but it was just a grotesque yellow sorghum.

And Xue Ling, knowing that within his reach, was Xue Li. Xu is hijab was heavy, and she couldn't breathe well, as if she had fallen into the cold river of Ming County that year. The river in the mouth and nose is unbridled, and the fear of dying makes all the viciousness sprout.

It shouldn't be her, it shouldn't be her Xue Ling, it shouldn't be her Xue Ling who fell into the water, she was going to die.

Fortunately, it was her, fortunately it was her Xue Ling, who fell into the water, fortunately it was her Xue Ling, she didn't die after all.

However, why did she drag Xue Li down?

"Husband and wife worship each other~"

There is still a hand pressed over, bending over, I don't know if the two are close, their foreheads touch, and there is a crisp "bang". Someone laughed, "The newcomers are all happy and stunned."

"Send it to the cave room~"

Xue Ling groped and sat down, listening to the footsteps going in and out, and then fell silent. She reached out to lift the hijab, and as soon as she lifted it above her head, she was held down. A voice said in a low voice, "Do your thing." ”

She felt the calluses on the fingertips of the visitor, pinching her own bone joints, and the force was quite strong, and after only a moment, she felt that her blood was not smooth. The two of them froze for a moment, and Xue Ling raised his foot to listen to the man block with his other hand. The left hand passed through the gap and pressed to the inside of the right elbow, pushed it out twice against the arm, and slid out calmly.

The man showed that he didn't expect Xue Ling to have a sword in his sleeve, but he still held Xue Ling's wrist and didn't put it, and the tip of the sword went straight through the skin of her palm. was forcibly freed from Xue Ling's hand again, and the outer skin was split in two, and blood gushed out.

Ran Ping was delicate, and it was Ping through her palm. Therefore, it is just scary to look at, but it is not too serious an injury. Only the situation reversed so quickly that she was inevitably shocked, only covered her palms, and it took a long time to come back to her senses. Seeing that Xue Ling had already lifted his hijab, he was calm, the blood droplets on his head had not yet fallen, and he was dressed in a happy suit, and Sen Senran stood in front of the bed.

Like, like a resentful ghost.

Since she was sent by Jiang Hong to serve, she was naturally not a simple subordinate, however, she had heard the story of the red-clothed ghost, but she had never believed it. And, shouldn't the person sitting here be a mercy?

"Where's Jiang Hong?"

"Who are you?"

Just now, the two of them moved, and the walnuts on the bed "gurgling" scattered and rolled, which will not completely stop. Xue Ling stretched out his hand and took two of them, and said, "What about Jiang Hong?" ”

She glanced at the walnut in her palm and said, "Or, don't talk."

In the blink of an eye, Xue Ling was anti-guest and restrained people. His hand was stuck in his neck, and between his mouth and coughing, he stuffed a walnut into it. Then the fingertips stayed on its Tiantu acupoint, and its threat was self-evident. As long as she pressed slightly, the human body would automatically swallow the walnut.

The skin of the fruit is sharp, and what can be cut depends on whether it is good or not. And, she still has one in her hand.

The woman obviously understood her situation very well, but she couldn't speak, so she was in Xue Ling's hand, nodding with difficulty to indicate that she would speak well.

Xue Ling let go of the woman's mandible, and the walnut returned to her hand, the saliva was sticky, and she didn't feel dirty, but took a serious look at it before she put her eyes on the woman, and still asked, "What about Jiang Hong?" ”

"Sir, sir...... To accompany the guests. Ahem..."

"Where's Jiang Yuli?"

"Young master.... I have to be out there..."

"When are you coming?"

"It's Evening"

Xue Ling didn't know anything about these etiquette, and he didn't know that Jiang Hong was the master of the family, and Xue Li, as Sina, had to do some things outside. She is anxious and ruthless. Although the woman was not afraid of life and death, she was afraid of chaos, so she answered very happily.

Of course, she didn't know the inside story of this marriage, but she knew that the bride was a fake. However, she didn't know who was real. At this moment, he is not an opponent at all, and he doesn't know how to be good.

Xue Li entered the room drunk and hazy, and looked at the woman sitting with her hands folded in the bed, and the maid next to her was also dignified. After a few more glances, I still have some joy.

Marry it, and marry it. It doesn't matter if it's jade or stone, he is good at carving, not limited to quality.