He rode ahead on a white steed, a soft smile on his lips.

It was the first time in years that he had really laughed happily.

Thinking that he was finally no longer alone, and the emptiness in his heart had a home, he naturally didn't have to be bitter all day long.

In the palace, at this time, red silk and red lanterns were also hung everywhere, and everywhere you entered, there was a red and gorgeous scene.

Under the gate of the Jinmoju Palace, a big red brocade silk is spread, which extends from the outside of the palace gate to the outside of the palace.

The doors and windows of various parts of the palace are also pasted with red flowers cut out of red paper.

Nan Fengling sat in front of the bronze mirror in the dormitory, and it was not Qingyu who was responsible for dressing her up, but Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing tied Nanfeng Ling's hair into a bun, put on a phoenix crown, and put on a wedding dress.

The colorful wedding dress set off Nanfengling's face as gorgeous as a peach blossom.

"Ling'er, you look so good today!"

"Good looking today? Am I not usually good-looking? ”

"It's usually good-looking, but it's not as good-looking as it is today."

"Even if you can speak, in fact, when you get married, you will be so good-looking."

"It's going to be a while, but I'm looking forward to it."

"Xiao Zhan, is he okay?"

"It's much better than it was a while ago. Today is a day of great joy, and we will not talk about these unhappy things. Chatting and chatting, Xiao Qing seemed to realize something, and hurriedly brought the red hijab and red apple, "Hurry up and cover it, I almost missed the auspicious time." ”

"Is this apple for me?"

"I think about eating all day long! It's not for food, it's for you. ”

"What if I'm hungry and can't stand it anymore and eats it?"

"Then I'll pull your teeth out."

"On my big day, you are so fierce to me."

"You don't give me ink here, don't delay the auspicious time." Xiao Qing didn't want to talk nonsense with Nan Fengling anymore, and put the red hijab in her hand on her head.

It was dark in front of me, and suddenly I couldn't see anything, and I could only look at the feet of people underground.

Nan Fengling obediently followed Xiao Qing out of Jinmoju and walked into Huaqiao, and then listened to the music that stopped outside Huaqiao sounded again, feeling Huaqiao slowly leave the palace gate.

Xiao Ying connected Nanfeng Ling to the flower bridge and walked around Yong'an.

They finally got married, and all the people they should have invited were invited.

Twilight is getting darker.

The sedan chair has been gone for a day, and it has not stopped.

"I'm so tired! I'm so hungry! ”

Nan Fengling sat motionless until his back hurt, and finally ripped off the red hijab, picked up the apple in his hand and took a bite.

"I'm dying of hunger when I get married."

If he hadn't torn off his hijab, Nanfeng Ling wouldn't have noticed that it was already dark outside.

The evening breeze is cool.

Nan Fengling was about to lift the sedan curtain, when there was a sudden commotion outside the sedan car.

"There are assassins."

I don't know who shouted.

Nanfeng Ling rushed out of the sedan chair when he heard the sound, and the greeting team was already in chaos.

Most of the people were onlookers.

An assassin made the scene out of control.

Nan Fengling tried to find Xiao Ying's figure, completely unaware of the figure that was quietly coming behind him.

Nan Fengling was about to turn around, but was knocked unconscious by someone with a hand knife.

The body of the South Wind Spirit who had fainted to death was weak.

The man in black carried her whole person on his shoulder, and then walked away quickly.

When Nan Fengling woke up from his slumber, he found that his hands and feet were bound by rough hemp rope, he couldn't move at all, and a piece of cotton cloth was stuffed in his mouth.

There was a window a few feet behind her.

Through the faint light that came through the window, Nan Fengling could barely see the environment of the room she was in.

Nan Fengling guessed that he should be locked up in a cramped wooden hut that had long been deserted.

Everything in front of me was a mess, and the gray porcelain jars and wooden beds in the room were covered with a thick layer of dust.

There was an old gray table of eight immortals next to the bed, which seemed to be able to kick it away with a slight kick.

On the blackened candlesticks on the desk, there were also half-burned red candles.

There is also a white porcelain bowl next to the candlestick, and a thin layer of spider web is formed in the middle of the porcelain bowl.

It was quiet outside, and there was no conversation at all except a few bird calls.

While Nan Fengling was still struggling to guess where he was locked up, the dilapidated wooden door very close to the table was pushed open with a "creak".

Nanfeng Ling looked sideways and saw two men walking in briskly through the door.

She was forcibly put into a sack by two men dressed in black.

Now, she wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist, she couldn't shout if she wanted to, so she could only be at the mercy of those two men.

The two men worked together to carry Nanfeng Ling out of the cabin.

They chose the Li River, which was closest to the cabin.

Finally carrying the woman in the sack to the river, the two men stopped and rested for a moment.

"You say, this girl is really unlucky." An ordinary-looking, honest-looking man said.

"You don't care if she's unlucky, she receives money for others." The man who replied had a better face, and his facial features were delicate and clean, but his tone was disapproving.

"Look at this little girl is quite young, just like that, it's a pity!"

"You don't mean to let her go, do you?"

"Why don't we leave her here, whether she lives or dies, and resigns herself to fate, how about it?"

"How can this be done, the girl knows that we didn't throw her into the river, and it is we who are unlucky."

"Saving people's lives and upgrading to the seventh-level floating slaughter, it should be regarded as accumulating some virtue for our children."

The handsome man hesitated for a moment and said, "Whatever." ”

After speaking, the man with handsome facial features turned around and walked away quickly, and the ordinary-looking man stood in place and was stunned, and then trotted to follow.

The conversation between the two men was not loud, but Nan Fengling heard it clearly.

She didn't have to be thrown into the river, but she wasn't much better.

Now her hands and feet are tied, and if no one releases her from the sack, she will suffocate to death, if not starve.

The air in the sack was thin, and Nanfeng Ling's consciousness became more and more blurred.

The night is as cool as water, and the moon and stars are scarce.

Nanfeng Ling suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Judging from the fine sweat on her forehead, she had just had a nightmare.

She raised her hand and touched her little face, and said to herself, "Am I dead?" ”

Finally, when she looked up, she found that what she saw was not the imaginary underworld, but a side room.

By the quiet moonlight, Nan Fengling saw a rosewood marble round table placed in the center of the wing.

The end of the bed is close to the window, and there is a jade table under the window, and a copper mirror is placed on it, and a blue and white porcelain vase is placed next to the mirror, and the three daffodils in the bottle are elegant and blooming.

Nan Fengling walked barefoot to the window, squeaked and pushed the long window outward, and the evening breeze blew in his face.

The full moon hung in the deserted sky, white and shining.

The backyard shrouded in moonlight is full of exotic flowers and plants, and the wind blows the flowers and falls, paving the ground for several layers.

"Looking at the layout of this wing room and backyard, it doesn't look like an ordinary family, who saved me?" Nan Fengling stood by the window and said to himself.

Since waking up in the middle of the night, Nanfeng Ling has been standing by the window and has not returned to bed to rest.

Nan Fengling had been looking forward to the dawn, and she wanted to see the true face of the owner of this mansion, and she wanted to know who had saved her.

The morning dawn is shining, and the sky is slightly bright.

The door of the wing room creaked open, and a girl in a long aqua green dress walked in through the door.