Chapter Seventy-Three: Sauvignon Blanc (3)
The woman in the mirror is covered with white veil, two strands of long hair hang down to the ears, the white dress has a little more elegant temperament, Shangguan Jin inserts a beaded flower into the bun, and sees it swaying out of a crystal luster, and is in a trance.
"Miss, are we really not going to the palace? Will Shangguan Yu be angry? ”
Bamboo sat at the table next to him, supported his delicate little face with his white elbows, and said with a depressed expression.
"Huh...... If he is really angry, it will save us a lot of trouble. ”
Shangguan Jin chuckled, although Zhu and Yan grew up together, the difference between the two is really big, Yan is cold and introverted, what about Zhu? It's very lively and cute, and it's out of tune all day long.
Shangguan Jin walked to the door, holding on to the wooden railing, the sky was too blue, such a beautiful weather, she seemed to hear the festive horn in her ears, along with the crackling sound of firecrackers, and the noise of the crowd was entangled.
Since the piano is up, why is it silent.
Little bun, you're going to get married, so will you be happy? I hear the bustle of the city, but I can't hear the slightest joy in your heart.
The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go when you are young. The remnants of the dream at the head of the building are five watches, and the bottom of the flower is sad about the March rain.
Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness.
After all these years, will you think of me? Small buns.
Shangguan Jin sighed, and the one thing he was thinking about finally became firm.
Su Yue is dressed in red, and her usually cute and childish face is also a little handsome and cold at this moment, today is his big happy day, the house is full of big red happy words, but there is no sense of celebration, I am sad, how can I feel happy?
"Yue'er, the hour is almost up, are you still standing here?"
Su Rong came over and said, with a satisfied smile on his face, thanks to the wrong love of heroes from all walks of life in the martial arts, today's cheer is very big! I hope today's things can go smoothly, Yuanjin recognizes the Lord and Yue'er marries, these two things are the most important things in his life, and the long-awaited ones will be completed today, can he not be happy?
"Well, I'll go, don't worry, Dad......"
Su Yue said with a cold expression, and walked out of the door, her back looking a little gloomy. Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people, loneliness is a person's loneliness, the people in front of him, their faces are full of happy smiles, and he, this wedding day, is the happiest day in his life, but it seems to have nothing to do with him.
Walk to the front of the four-cornered sedan chair, each corner is hung with pearl sachets, exuding a greasy fragrance, the curtain is a bright red color, and the dark red line is used to outline the word Xi and peony, which is extremely exquisite.
Su Yue stretched out her hand, but instead of opening the curtain, she quietly stroked the finely made and lifelike peony.
The smiling matchmaker next to her was stunned, how is this groom different from other grooms, other grooms are anxious to lead the bride and go into the church, how can the young owner of Sujian Villa stop here and touch the curtain? It's not good to miss the auspicious time.
"Young owner, the bride is inside, hurry up and lead the bride out!"
The matchmaker only thought that Su Yue was nervous, and reminded with a smile, her face was full of wrinkles, and the white powder puff fell down, and the black mole on the side of her nose shook and trembled, so it wasn't funny.
Su Yue slowly lowered the curtain in her hand, let the delicate peony slide between her fingers, led Mo Qing'er out, and walked towards the lobby step by step.