The eighteenth day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day.
Red candles hung high, and the suona blew through the long street.
Su Xueci was wearing a red wedding dress, and she was not marrying her sweetheart.
It is a family covenant, a ridiculous marriage that cannot be controlled.
When she was young, the apricot blossoms were drizzled, and she made a private promise to the general Lu Ci for the rest of her life.
He rode to the border and promised to marry her if he won.
But all that awaits is the sad news of death on the battlefield.
He is a lonely soul wandering the world with nowhere to return.
She was forced to marry another husband and was trapped in a deep house year after year.
But Lu Ci was hovering around, visible but out of reach.
I can only stand in the noisy wedding hall and watch her marry someone else quietly.
Everyone in the world said that she was blessed with glory and a happy marriage.
Only Feng Xue knows——
The bones of her beloved are buried in the yellow sand,
For the rest of her life, there was only longing and emptiness.
Wishful thinking, separated by yin and yang,
A red makeup can ruin a lifetime.
Intention: None