"Why isn't the bride crying? Is she scared to death?"
I slowly raised my face and glanced at the guests. Some of them lowered their heads to drink tea, some were whispering to each other, and some were holding wine cups with regretful expressions on their faces. But the voices speaking in my head were clear. I know who is sighing, who is gloating, who has the word "deserve it" on the tip of his tongue and almost chews it to bits.
Jamel Xiao was still apologetic. But in my mind, a feeling of nonchalance welled up deep in his heart: "It's a pity that this face is just a plaything if kept in the Eastern Palace. But compared to military power, who is she?"
The string in my heart suddenly tightened and then loosened suddenly.
Three months ago, he had a different look in this sentence.
It's also the plum tree, and it's also this kind of weather that turns from warm to cold. He stood under the tree, raised his hand and inserted a hosta into my hair, and lowered his voice with a smile: "Jian Wei, I am the only one in my life." I embroidered my wedding dress until my hands were blistered, and he held my hand and said, "Wait until next spring, I will marry you in style."
I took a deep breath and pinched the hosta in my sleeve. I didn't want to throw away this hairpin. It had been hidden in my sleeve since he said the two words to break off the engagement. I had no intention of taking it out and smearing his face with blood. Not worth it.
I lowered my head, took off the phoenix crown on my head, and took the hijab from the frightened Xiniang next to me. Holding that ball of red silk in my arms was like holding a ball of fire.
Next spring is here. Feng Feng Guang Guang, Feng Feng Guang Guang lifted my hijab and stepped into the mud. Xiao Jingxuan is still saying those high-sounding words, "In the future, if the prime minister has anything to ask for, he will do his best to help." What he said is true.
