Nangong Lie's heart tightened, but he couldn't say more, his eyes beckoned behind him, and a courtesy maid stepped in, carefully putting on red makeup for Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue sat quietly in front of the dresser, letting the maid paint and dress for her, her expression was cold and indifferent, and she couldn't see half of her joy, this kind of appearance made the maid sad.

"Princess, today is your big day, but you have to be happy"

Nangong Yue raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the maid, her red lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, "Okay"

The red wedding dress flutters, and the delicate red makeup shines brightly.

Nangong Yue slowly walked out of the pavilion with a clear mang, the golden phoenix hairpin flickered, shaking her vision, and the makeup maid hurriedly stepped forward and helped Nangong Yue into the ancestral hall.

The custom in northern Xinjiang is that before a woman gets married, she must come to the ancestral shrine to worship her ancestors in order to ask for the blessing of the ancestors.

Nangong Yue held her beautiful eyes, was helped into the ancestral shrine by the maid, knelt on the cushion that had been prepared for a long time, and took the wedding ceremony seriously, and then got up and stepped out of the imperial city step by step.

The floating sand blew through the red clothes, rolling up the fierce cold.

Nangong Yue didn't look back, so she stepped out of the imperial city and stepped on the wedding car to welcome her relatives.

The wedding curtain slowly fell, hiding all kinds of feelings.

The carriage started, gradually leaving the imperial city little by little, and the sound of horses' hooves on the long Yingqin Road was obviously a festive team, but it was inexplicably a little lonely.

On the imperial city, Nangong Lie stared slightly, silently watching the welcoming team walk away, his cold eyebrows and eyes sank a little dark, this farewell, I don't know when we can see each other, I hope Xiaoyue is safe.

Squeak squeak......

The wide official road, the carriage swayed gently.

Nangong Yue lifted the red silk slightly, quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window, the vegetation in northern Xinjiang is now rich and green, and the grass is green, which can be said to be earth-shaking compared to the gloom six years ago.

Nangong Yue stretched out her hand, silently feeling the softness of the cool breeze blowing through her palm, her gloomy eyes gently crossed the light, the northern frontier is so peaceful, she should be content, why covet that person?

He was an accident in her red dust, and he came quietly, and he should go quietly.

Even if there is an intersection, it is also a dragonfly.

And she clinged to the ripples, waiting day by day, looking forward to the king's return, forgetting that it was just a dream.

When you wake up from your dream, the figure in your memory should dissipate.

Like the light before the night, even if the light is bright, it will eventually sink into the night.

Her beautiful eyes flushed a little red, Nangong Yue raised her hand, took out the embroidered dress from the bracelet, and gently stroked the embroidery at the hem, her heart hurt, and tears fell.

The past is vivid, and the dots fall in the heart.

The wanton confrontation in the ring, the warm protection in the hunting ground, the sword in the snowy night, the tears in front of the dark palace, every memory is so unforgettable.

How can you forget the heartbeat that penetrates into the bottom of your heart?

How can you let go, the deep affection that is engraved into the soul?

However, no matter how unforgettable it is, it must be forgotten after all, and no matter how difficult it is, it must be put away after all.

The obsession that can't be grasped, no matter how greedy it is, it's a dream after all?

With a tear in the corner of her eye, Nangong Yue squeezed her hand hard, then opened the curtain suddenly, threw the embroidered clothes out of the window, and watched it dissipate in the wind and sand, and the grief finally broke the embankment.

It was the hope she had woven with her own hands, and it had been destroyed by her own hands.

In this life, she and him will finally part.

Endure all the grief in her heart, Nangong Yue bit her lip and slowly put down the red silk.

If you don't have a chance, then don't miss it anymore.

"Gluck"

The carriage suddenly stopped, shaking off the red silk on the phoenix crown, Nangong Yue twisted her eyebrows, and didn't know what happened, so she listened to the movement outside the carriage.