Chasing Wife Crematorium | Catching for beauties | Snake-hearted | The superior one bows his head
Shui Lianyu was born as a thin horse, and had a face that looked exactly like Cui Lian, the fifth daughter of Cui Mansion.
Due to the Cui family's rebellion against the deposed prince, the male members were beheaded and the female family members were confiscated into the Jiaofangsi. When the whole family was about to collapse, the Cui family focused on her face and forced her to replace Cui Lian as a naturalized citizen. The real daughter would escape from her shell and escape to another country.
She sneered, it was death anyway, so why bother to suffer for others? It's better to end it on the spot. The Cui family members were panicked and coaxed in a soft voice: "Xie Zhuo, Xiao Lian's fiancé, keeps his promise and will never abandon you to such a dirty place."
The next day, the prison car was paraded through the streets, and she saw her fiancé, who had "honored his promises and kept his righteousness," riding by on horseback. His gaze passed over her like a whisk.
Later, she moved into the Hou Mansion and begged him with red eyes to accept her for the sake of her old engagement. But he sneered in front of everyone: "A product from the Jiaofang Division is worthy of a marriage contract with me?"
From then on, everyone in the capital knew that the Marquis had a little kid who kept him coming and going, even though he wasn't even given the right to live in the same room.
He was very satisfied. She was indeed obedient, serving tea and pouring water with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes closed, as docile as a cat at night.
But he didn't know that the fastest way to get rid of his humble status was to become a concubine.
On the day he took in his concubine, he was flustered for no reason and returned to the wedding room early. The red candle is still bright, but there is no trace of the person.
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When he found her like crazy, she was discussing marriage with his brother-in-law with a smile on her face. Hearing the sound, he looked back with unimpressed eyes.
Xie Zhuo lowered his lower body inch by inch and grasped the hem of her skirt, his fingers turning white.
"Xiao Lian... I was wrong in the past, don't let me go."
She smiled and pulled back her skirt.
"Thank you, Lord, I don't want a naughty dog like you."
