After Being Forced to Marry a Big Boss of the Republic of China for Joy

Early Republic of China. In the dark night, the lights of thousands of houses were extinguished, and the clear moon hung high. In the quiet and deserted street, a row of middle-aged men wearing red coats with bells tied around their waists walked forward quietly, carrying a sedan with embroidered tassels. The leading matchmaker shook her handkerchief and smiled. Every time she took a step, she called on the leader to drop a red-gold paper tassel in the sky. The gongs and drums players pretended to play hard, but no sound came out. Everyone's face is painted with rich makeup, but their eyes are cold and not like a living person, moving in one place strangely and neatly in the red sky. In the sedan, Rong Qing was sitting in a bright red wedding dress. Wearing a phoenix crown on his head, his light makeup made him look even more gentle. He grew up in a poor family, his mother passed away early, and his father was addicted to alcohol and suffered from depression. He found a fortune teller from nowhere and married him to the eldest young master of the Ji family for money. The Ji family covers the sky with only one hand in Kyoto, but Ji Baisheng, the only heir to the family head, is in frail health and keeps a medicine jar with him all year round. It is said that his destiny is Yin evil. He was born in the Yin month of the Yin year and collided with the King of Hell, so he was seriously ill and suffered from short Yang Qi. The Ji family asked a Taoist priest for help, and the other party came up with a way to solve the problem: the conflict between the two yins. Unfortunately, Rong Qing became the best candidate for this happy event. The sedan jolted into the gate of Ji's house. It was an unusual wedding. His wedding to Ji Baisheng skipped the bustling procession of guests and was helped to the wedding room. After a long time, the wooden door creaked open. There was a faint sound of footsteps and a weak dry cough. A person stood in front of him. Rong Qing's hijab was lifted, and he saw Ji Baisheng for the first time, with exquisite facial features and sickly eyes, which were so dark and deep that he couldn't see the bottom at a glance. Surrounded by incense were only the remains of traditional Chinese medicine that had not yet dissipated from the other person's body. As the red candle swayed, with a shadow separated by a step away, Ji Baisheng looked at him with narrow eyes and narrowed his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse for a long time: "Don't be afraid." He spoke with a thick nasal voice, and Rong Qing discovered for the first time that a person's voice could be so nice. He stood there, thin and tall, and stretched out his hand to Rong Qing, as slender as warm jade. Rong Qing's eyes were in a trance, and he slowly raised his hand and placed it on Ji Baisheng's palm. It was as cold as cold, which made his heart tremble. ———— Reading guide: A gag I've always wanted to write, HE, from the early days of the Republic of China. Also known as "Marriage" 2023/12/25 All copywriting has been screenshotted and has the original timeline as evidence, please do not refer to it. Intention: Do not believe but fear