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Wen Liuying had made a marriage arrangement with the third son of the Xie family since she was a child. As soon as she reached the age of Biyu, the Xie family personally went south to welcome her.
The plum rain in early summer in the south of the Yangtze River is falling, and the wind is blowing through the thin curtains.
Across the mist, Wen Liuying looked at Xie Zhenshi, who had just arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, and Wu Nong softly said "Goodbye to Third Brother" and fell on his face with a drizzle of rain, mixed with constant entanglement.
This third brother was called from Jiangnan to the capital. It was not until she entered the Xie family and saw the real Xie Mishan, the third son of the Xie family, that she realized that she had been deceived.
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October has passed in a blink of an eye, the chill is beginning to set in, and the wedding is approaching.
Xie Zhenshi, whom she hadn't seen for several months, suddenly appeared in her room. Her whole body was soaked by the cold rain. Water droplets flowed down her brocade clothes and hit the ground one after another.
He seemed to be drunk, with a wanton smile on his face. Without saying a word, he held her hand tightly, forced her to hold the sword, and cut the wedding dress prepared aside into pieces.
Wen Liuying scolded him for being ridiculous and shook her hands to break away. However, he grabbed her hands, lowered his posture and rested his chin on her shoulder, and his voice that was almost close to her ear was even more indistinct.
"You little Nanman are always fond of coaxing others. A few days ago, you said you wouldn't marry me unless you were me, but then you decided to embroider a wedding dress for my brother."
#If you have the chance to pass by the General's Mansion, please offer me the bloody setting sun outside the Great Wall, and send a message: "Plum plums and yellow rain, I see flowing fireflies."
Demining: overhead, double C, HE
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The new article next door has been opened, interested Baozi can poke it.
The moment he was sure that she was not his biological sister, Jiang Chengyun came back to life like a dead tree. He kept shouting in his heart: I have taken good care of her for more than ten years, shouldn't she completely belong to me?
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Jiang Ningyue had been the daughter of the Marquis Mansion for seventeen years, but suddenly she learned that she was the bastard of her aunt.
Her father, Marquis Wenyuan, was furious and wanted to drive her out of the Marquis' Mansion, but in order to save his face, he had to send her off to get married and not allow her to have any contact with the Marquis' Mansion.
Fortunately, her husband was handsome and considerate to her, so she thought she had found a new home.
Unexpectedly, on the day of their wedding, the husband was thrown into jail for a fraud case in the imperial examination, and there were rumors that he would be cut in half.
In order to save her husband's life, she begged her brother Jiang Chengyun overnight, regardless of the promise she made before leaving home.
The candle in front of the table flickered red, and Jiang Chengyun sat upright, tapping the document in his hand, and said sternly: "The confession document has been signed, and there is no room for change."
Jiang Ningyue was devastated when she heard this, and fell on his knees sobbing like she had done when she was a child.
He lowered his head and stared at her, from the tearful eyes to the moist lips to the slender bones, his Adam's apple rolled and he suddenly changed the subject: "But..."
Intention: Deceiving can only be temporary, but sincerity can last forever.
