Song Qingge was wearing a red wedding dress embroidered with peonies, covered with a red veil, and Furou helped her all the way to the main hall. Half an hour ago, the bride came to urge her, saying that the auspicious time was coming.

Fu Rou asked worriedly, "Miss, can you still bear it?" The small section of her exposed wrist was slowly reddening.

"It's quick to visit the church, I just hope that there won't be a mess for a while." The body was extremely itchy, Song Qingge endured it all the time, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As soon as Song Qingge put on the wedding dress sent by Xi Po, she felt that something was wrong, and it didn't take long for her body to start having a rash, and she endured it all the way to the present.

"Hmm!"

Knowing that he couldn't miss the auspicious time, Furou hurriedly quickened his pace.

"Yufeng, you quickly go and prepare some medicine, and after she finishes worshipping in a while, I want to hand her the medicine." At the other end of the corridor, Luo Jingsheng's eyes fell on the woman who was dressed in red and rushed to the church, and the bamboo leaves in front of him swayed, making the sorrow in his eyes a little thicker.

"Yes."

The wind retreated sharply.

"You don't know what day it is, it's so late!" Wang and Duan Wangchen were waiting at the door of the main hall together, and when they saw Song Qingge hurrying over, she was angry.

"It's Ah Ge who is late..."

Song Qingge hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"It's good to come." Duan Wangchen played a round field, he took her hand over, touched the palm of her hand was wet, and his fingertips were cold and tight, "Why are your hands so cold?" ”

Song Qingge gently pulled the sleeve of his shirt and covered his wrist tightly, "It must be that I am in a hurry." ”

"Master Hou, Miss Biao, the auspicious time has come." Xi Po reminded from the side.

Duan Wangchen glanced at her uneasily, so he had to lead her to the main hall.

When she visited the church, Song Qingge almost couldn't stand steadily, and she couldn't bear to care about the itching on her body, which made her headache tight, and cold sweat was already dripping on her forehead.

"The fourth prince is my sister's indicator, does my sister want to give him a cup of tea?" After worshipping the hall, Jiang Wanyin made a formal style and reminded her with a sense of etiquette.

Song Qingge clenched Duan Wangchen's hand and struggled to hold on, "What my sister said is true." ”

"Can you hold on?"

Duan Wangchen asked her in a low voice, her hands getting colder and colder.

She nodded forcefully, took the teacup in front of her eyes, and leaned towards Xuanyuan Jing, "Thank you to the fourth prince for marrying her little daughter and cousin." ”

"This king just doesn't want to be loved." Xuanyuan Jing didn't take that cup of tea.

After a while, Qi Yuanzhao took the teacup from her hand, "Miss Biao's heart, the fourth prince understands it." This back and forth is tantamount to humiliating her.

The face under the red veil was extremely embarrassing.

"Help the second lady go down."

Duan Wangchen was worried about her body, and he couldn't care about these things at the moment, so he hurriedly told Fu Rou to take her back to Zhuyun Garden, and he still had to stay in the main hall to greet the guests.

"Yes."

Furou hurriedly helped her out.

Jiang Wanyin glanced at Yun Xiang, and she took advantage of the noise to quietly follow behind their master and servant.

"Miss..."

Before she returned to Zhuyun Garden, Song Qingge couldn't hold it anymore, and the medicinal powder seemed to have invaded her body, making her so painful that she couldn't walk.

Furou had no choice but to find a guardrail and let her sit on it against a stake.

"Don't worry about me, you hurry up and go outside the house to find a husband and come back." Song Qingge panted and urged her.

"But..."Fu Rou glanced around, but when she saw Song Qingge's painful look, she could only reply to her, "Then you are waiting for the slave here." After saying that, he quickly let go of his hand and left.

Song Qingge rolled up his sleeves and saw that his entire arm was shockingly red. She dared to be sure that the medicinal powder on this wedding dress was put by Jiang Wanyin, so that when Duan Wangchen entered the cave room at night, he saw her skin as if she was suffering from a red rash, and she didn't even think she would touch it.

Tilting her head against the stake, a line of hot tears fell from her eyes through the red veil.