Sitting on the blanket, He Anyue hugged herself tightly, this place can't bask in the sun, it is a good place to "nourish the soul", but it is definitely not a good place to live.

When He Anyue came, he only wore a coat, and when he arrived here, he found that there were no reclining chairs, no quilts, and nothing except soft blankets on the ground.

He Anyue hugged herself tightly, her eyes closed. He didn't know why Lin Jiaojiao wanted to frame himself, why he didn't hesitate to hurt his body at the cost of being so resolute and strong.

Grunting, He Anyue clutched her stomach. Before I knew it, half a day had passed. The room was getting darker.

He Anyue opened her eyes and looked out the window. The windows were shut, but the sound could still be heard.

The sound of crackling firecrackers, and the sound of laughter and conversation. He Anyue lowered her head, there were so many things in a day, but she forgot that he got married today.

He Anyue sat on the side, leaning against the pillar. For the first time, I felt the coldness emanating from my heart. Being framed, misunderstood, confined by others, watching others talk and laugh, and the excitement outside has nothing to do with me, this feeling is very bitter.

"Hey, have you heard? Hou Ye locked up his wife. Outside, two maids passed by the ancestral hall and were talking.

"Didn't he push Madame Jiao into the water, I was still there at the time. That scene... Tsk tsk. ”

"Is it true that a big man should harm a woman? How dare our Hou Ye marry this kind of man. ”

"Who said it wasn't, anyway, it seems that it is impossible for Hou Ye to spoil him."

The two walked slowly, and He Anyue couldn't hear their voices anymore.

Tears blurred He Anyue's vision, and he couldn't see the world clearly.

And Zhuo Ran at this moment is changing into wedding clothes in the room. He was dressed in bright red and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

"Where's Madame?" He pretended to mention He Anyue inadvertently, but unfortunately the people around him thought that he had given up He Anyue, so he naturally thought that he was mentioning today's protagonist, Zhuoya.

"Madam, you should be in the room, waiting for Master Hou to go." The man smiled and sorted out the subtleties for Zhuo Ran.

"Has she been waiting for me?" Zhuo Ran's fingers trembled slightly.

"It's not, what Madame is thinking about is Master Hou."

Zhuo Ran looked at his happy clothes, and suddenly for a moment, he regretted locking him there, it was dark and dark, wouldn't he be afraid alone?

When he was about to postpone the wedding time to see He Anyue, the man spoke again, "Madame has been looking forward to this time for a long time, and now she has finally got her wish, congratulations." ”

Zhuo Ran suddenly felt a lot more depressed, "Well, Aya has been waiting for me for a long time. Zhuo Ran didn't speak again, and let the man arrange his clothes.

"Let's go." Zhuo Ran didn't wait for him to finish sorting his clothes, and strode towards the room where Zhuo Ya was now.

Along the way, there were two rows of maids and guards, holding flower baskets in their hands, waiting for Zhuo Ran to welcome Zhuo Ya out.

Zhuo Ran strained his face and walked past those people, and anyone with a discerning eye could see his perfunctory and indifference, as if this was not his wedding but a case that needed to be dealt with.

"Master Hou has arrived." The man at the door shouted inside.

Zhuo Ran stepped into the door and looked at Zhuo Ya sitting on the bed with a red hijab.

He smiled slightly, "Let's go." ”

He stepped forward, took Zhuoya's hand, took her by the hand, and hugged her into his arms.

Step by step, out of the door, the maids on both sides of the road scattered Zhuo Ya's favorite flowers, these flowers were sent from the south quickly, which shows Zhuo Ran's good intentions.

When they reached the front hall, the guests all stood up and looked at the couple with a smile, clapping and welcoming and mixing with the sound of musical instruments.

Zhuo Ran still smiled and nodded.

"Congratulations." Most of the people who came were people who had something to do with the royal family, and naturally the surface work had to be done in place. Even if they could clearly see Zhuo Ran's slight displeasure, they had to put their hot faces on them to congratulate him.

In front of the hall sat Zhuoya's parents, and they both looked at their daughter and Zhuo Ran who was about to become their son-in-law with satisfaction.

They only arrived here this afternoon, and they heard that Murong Fu was locked up and confined to him, and he thought about it, a man, Zhuo Ran was just dizzy for a while. They are not worried about Zoya's status here, and they will leave early tomorrow morning to return to Kyoto.

After waiting for a large set of ceremonies, Zhuo Ran led Zhuo Ya to the newly renovated courtyard for her, walked into the room, and under Zhuo Ran's signal, the subordinates dispersed one by one.

Zhuoya waited for Zhuo Ran to lift her hijab, but she didn't wait.

"Xianggong?" Zhuoya opened her mouth shyly, God knows how long she had been waiting for this day. She struggled to restrain her joy.

"I'm going to greet other guests, you... Let's go to sleep first. Zhuo Ran turned back in a trance, as if he heard He Anyue's voice calling him "Xianggong".

"But..."Before she could finish, Zhuo Ran opened the door and ran out.

Zoya took off her hijab, looked at the empty room, and smiled miserably. "Even if you lock up that man, can't you see my existence?"

Zhuoya lowered her head, her expression becoming more and more hideous.

Zhuo Ran walked out of the room and looked at the sky blocked by dark clouds, what was she doing? Zhuo Ran walked quickly to the ancestral hall and listened to the faint sound of breathing inside.

Fell asleep.

Zhuo Ran quietly opened the door, and he saw He Anyue huddled in a ball and leaned against the pillar.

He stepped forward, touched his cold face, and hugged him into his arms in distress.

"I'm sorry..."Zhuo Ran kissed his forehead, and found that he was unconsciously getting closer to his arms, and hurriedly hugged him tighter.

"Did you really see the Hou Ye walking in the direction of the ancestral hall?" Zhuoya sat on the bed and looked at the guards, her delicate makeup looking a little hideous.

"Yes—" The guard bowed his head.

"Damn." Zhuoya stood up, walked to the table, picked up a teacup and fell to the ground, "You should kill him, kill him!" Zoya shouted in an uncontrollable whisper.

She looked at the guard and had an idea, "You followed me from Kyoto to the Hou Ye's Mansion, you are the person I trust the most, you say, what should I do." ”

"This... Madame—" The guard bowed his head, he was used to seeing Zoya's vicious side, but he couldn't make any comments.

Zoya chuckled, "I won't be embarrassed for you, I just need the right moment." She went to the window and looked at the cloudy night sky, then went back to bed, covered herself with a hijab, and sat dignifiedly.

"Packed up."

"Yes."

When Zhuo Ran left, it was no longer so lively outside, and most of the guests should have left, so he carefully did not make any sound, locked the door of the ancestral hall, and pretended not to have come.

Pushing open Zhuoya's door, Zhuo Ran looked at Zhuo Ya who was still sitting obediently on the bed, and his heart softened, but he didn't want to touch Zhuo Ya, he could only come to see her first, and then leave by taking advantage of the busyness of things.

"Aya, it's been a long time."

"No, it's good that you're here." Zoya let go of the handkerchief that had been twisted into a ball.

Zhuo Ran provoked the red hijab, but couldn't extricate himself from recalling the scene of marrying Murong Fu.

"Lady..."Zhuo Ran looked at the person in front of him obsessively, Zhuo Ya's face and He Anyue's face actually coincided, he couldn't help bending down and taking Zhuo Ya into his arms.

"Xianggong..."Zhuo Ya lowered her head shyly, but did not resist Zhuo Ran's movements. Behind his back, he gently flicked off some of the white powder between his fingernails.