The cold night is cold, but it can't withstand the people's hearts like fire.

The earth-shattering shouts were like thunder, and they seemed to dispel the cold air of the number nine.

Many of the onlookers followed the carnival and danced wildly.

At this time, it was already extremely noisy, and there were many acquaintances in the crowd who met and greeted each other warmly, which was really lively and chaotic.

The coachman and maid of the Wei family were fascinated by it, and even those who lived in the capital could only watch it once or twice a year.

Wei Yimi didn't take the excitement in front of her to heart, because the drum music of Hu Opera was still not as good as her heartbeat.

She's waiting.

Sure enough, after about another cup of tea, two people came over with a small sedan chair and said, "Wei Girl'an, my master asks you to go over and talk." ”

The coachman was just about to ask the other party which house slave he was, but Wei Yimi had already gotten out of the car.

The maid wanted to follow, Wei Yimi forbidden: "You don't have to follow, you are all here waiting for me to come back!" ”

The coachman and the maid didn't dare to disobey, thinking that Wei Yimi had already made an appointment with someone else.

After all, it is common for young ladies to meet together to watch the Splashing Chill Hu Opera, and Wei Yimi should be no exception.

Wei Yimi sat in the sedan chair, still with a veil on her face.

It is normal for all the ladies to come out to see the excitement and not want to be seen, so they put on hats and veils.

So no one felt that anything was wrong.

The Tsing Yi sedan chair disappeared in a flash in the crowd, like a small boat in the sea, and was swallowed by the wave in an instant.

Wei Yimi sat in the sedan chair and listened to the noise outside gradually becoming slighter, although he could still hear the drums and shouting, but it was no longer as clear as the footsteps of the sedan chair driver.

Apparently he had walked far from the East City Tower, at least two streets away.

Neither of the two sedan chair drivers spoke, but lifted the sedan chair quickly, and the footsteps were even and powerful, and they were experienced sedan chair drivers when they heard it.

Then they must often carry the sedan chair, right?

Wei Yimi's heart seems to be filled with a big spoonful of nectar, and she looks like a bride at the moment!

She wore a red and flowered skirt tonight, dressed and veiled.

Thinking of these, she couldn't help but be in a trance, and the noisy drum music also turned into a hyralyza at the time of marriage, Yan Qigongzi was really ingenious, and meeting people on such a day would not only not be noticed, but also more unforgettable.

Although he was originally going to have a secret meeting with Wei Yining, but now that he is himself, the original anger has turned into sweetness.

"I will treat him with a lifetime of tenderness in the future, don't you say that you are sincere, and the gold and stone are open? Sooner or later, he will understand that I am a thousand times better than that Wei Yining. Wei Yimi made up her mind in her heart.

At this moment, she put aside all her scruples, and Li Daitao stiffened to have a tryst with Yan Kentang.

She couldn't let herself let Wei Yining throw herself into Yan Qi's arms, and it was useless to simply stop Wei Yining, as long as they had their minds, there would definitely be a next time if they didn't succeed this time.

The way to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle is to replace Wei Yining by himself and completely cut off the love between the two of them.

Wei Yimi thought that she had thought it out very clearly, and the consequences of doing so would make her despised, and even Yan Kentang would be disgusted, but in the end, Yan Kentang would still give her an explanation, because he would not abandon any woman from the beginning.

Even if you know you've made a mistake, you'll be responsible.

Wei Yimi was out of the way, and marrying Jiangnan was a last resort, and there was no way out.

Marrying into the Yan family and marrying Yan Kentang is her lifelong wish.

God opened his eyes and sent the opportunity to her, why should she miss it?

Even if she is scolded by thousands of people, she will have to do it, and no one will want her life!

What's more, how much of her reputation is left?

Instead of trying to hide in the south, it is better to take the risk and stay in the capital!

A woman can only win if she marries well in her life, she has been arrogant since she was a child, how can she be willing to condescend to others!

Wei Yimi gritted her teeth, and felt more and more that she was a person who could do things, and she was reluctant to do anything, and she had to give up if she wanted to.

The thoughts were like a tide, and it wasn't until the sedan chair landed that Wei Yimi suddenly realized that it had arrived.

The sedan curtain was lifted, and Wei Yimi saw that it was a quiet courtyard, small and small, but very exquisite.

At this time, the door was open, and a young and delicate-looking little maid bowed down and asked, "Please move, Miss." ”

Wei Yimi got out of the sedan chair, put her hand on the little girl's shoulder, and didn't say a word.

The maid led her in the door, and then closed it again.

There is only a small two-story building in the courtyard, and the first floor is the living room, with a set of sandalwood furniture, and two glass lamps burning on the table, but no one is seen.

"Girl, the son has been waiting upstairs for a long time," the little maid's voice was crisp and soft, with a slight Jiangnan accent: "Please go upstairs and see you." ”

Wei Yimi nodded, carefully walked up the steps, entered the first floor, slowly walked up the stairs, and found that the second floor was not lit.

The further up she went, the darker it became, Wei Yimi walked very carefully, and the sound of her heartbeat covered her footsteps.

The second floor was dim, and she couldn't see anything clearly, but it was exactly what Wei Yimi wanted, she was afraid that Yan Kentang would recognize her too early, and she was thinking about how to trick him into turning off the lights.

Who would have thought that the other party didn't light the lamp at all, probably because he was afraid that the woman would be shy for the first time, which was really intimate.

Wei Yimi's heart was overjoyed, and her steps felt light and ready to fly.

She didn't feel despicable at all, because she sincerely wanted to be with Yan Kentang, and Wei Yining didn't deserve it at all.

The man's slightly heavy breathing sounded behind him, and Wei Yimi's heart tightened for a moment, and then he was relieved.

The noble aroma of dipterocarp and the friction of soft silk clothes indicate the identity of the other party.

A pair of hands rested on her willow shoulders, slender fingers and warm palms.

Wei Yimi's lips under the veil are like looking up at the moon, no matter what, she is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. The first taste of love, but not intoxicated.

With a little force on those hands, Wei Yimi fell down involuntarily, and what caught her was the man's solid chest, with a steady and powerful heartbeat, which was addictive.

Wei Yimi's heart also beats, and she can't help but think of the word "heart-to-heart", and she can't help but be shy and sweet.

Immediately, her body turned into a light white cloud, fluttering like a fairy, and flew straight into the sky.

The god who greeted her was the one who embraced her into his arms, the seventh son of Yan who she had been longing for.

The veil was gently thrown away, the sandalwood mouth was fragrant, and after a few lingerings, the belt was lightly divided and the clothes were compromised.

Wei Yimi was lifted up, gently placed on the big bed, and then hugged tightly.

She was ashamed to fellowship, but she let him take what she wanted, like a delicate flower for others to pick, and she was ready to give herself tonight.

The other party was extremely considerate of her weakness, and all her movements were as gentle and gentle as possible, Wei Yimi bit her lip tightly, and her body trembled like butterfly wings in the wind.

The most is this good night, the begonias are blooming, and the flowers are red.

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