"Yuzhu..."
Wen Youliang was silent for a long time, and suddenly whispered her name. The voice was very soft, like a small breeze. The wind seemed to be mixed with some indescribable emotions, but it did not allow others to pry.
He called her in a low voice and didn't speak for a long time, just staring at her with mixed emotions. Just when Xia Lingge thought he would not speak anymore, Wen Youliang took steps closer to her, and the distance between them continued to shorten. , Xia Lingge lowered his eyes and wanted to retreat without hesitation, but he grabbed his arm to stop his retreat.
"Do you really want to marry into the Yao family?"
he asked again.
Xia Lingge nodded: "Yes."
Only by marrying into the Yao family can she get rid of the disputes in the Wen family, and then use the power of the Yao family to find the original owner's father, and then this dungeon can end.
Wen Youliang looked straight into her eyes, "Okay..." he sighed, "Then it will be as you wish. I hope you won't regret it then..."
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The sedan chair of the Yao family,
From three days later.
The entire Wen Mansion had been strangely quiet during the past three days. Xia Lingge had been on guard for any accidents, but no, nothing... Wen Mansion was so peaceful, as if the previous deaths were just a dream she had. .
On the third day, it was still dark.
Then a maid took her out of the warm bed, and after washing, she took her to the dressing table to dress up. She ran the sandalwood comb along her hair little by little, and put a delicate and gorgeous beaded hairpin and glazed flower crown on her hair, with two clusters of it. Thin golden pendants hung quietly from her ears, her thin lips lightly pressed against the rouge, and paired with a gorgeous red wedding dress, the peonies bordered by gold wire made her look a bit bright and charming.
Xia Lingge stretched out her fingertips and rubbed her sore scalp. She whispered to the maid behind her if she could change the hairpin to loosen it up a little. However, she found that no one answered after calling several times. She turned around and looked back in confusion. Seeing that those who were helping her put on her clothes suddenly froze for some reason and kept their original postures.
She was startled and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but a warm hand suddenly fell on her shoulder, and she pressed it back gently.
"It's you?"
The soft black sleeves touched her cheek, and the cold touch caused a slight shiver. Xia Lingge was brought back to the round chair by the man in black robes, and she watched him pick up a fine pen and lightly smear it with rouge.
"what are you doing?"
Xia Lingge was held down by him and couldn't move, so she could only ask him.
But the man in black robe obviously didn't mean to answer her. After the tip of the pen was dyed red, he reached out and turned her face so that they were facing each other, and bent down to paint in detail.
"what are you doing……"
The tip of the delicate brush crossed his forehead, causing an itch. Xia Lingge wanted to hide, but the man grabbed the back of his head and couldn't avoid it.
"Don't frown."
The man in black robe gently comforted her: "Otherwise it won't look good."
Xia Lingge endured the itch and spread her brows, letting the small tips of hair scratch her skin little by little. Because she bent over, the man in black robe was very close to her. She only had to raise her head slightly to touch his fair skin. The chin, or the bright red lips.
Her eyes glanced upward, passing over the exposed bridge of his nose, and her body unconsciously leaned forward as if to continue exploring.
"hehe."
The man in black robe chuckled happily.
"Stop making trouble." He pushed her back, "Sit down and let me see."
The man in black robe looked at her carefully, his voice full of satisfaction: "It looks good, it's true..."
"What?"
Xia Lingge tilted his head.
"nothing."
The man in black robe's words stopped abruptly.
Xia Lingge was a little confused. She turned around and faced the bronze mirror. She saw that the flowers the man in black robe decorated for her were actually gorgeous plum blossoms. The small plum blossoms were lifelike, and the bright red color made her skin crystal clear, like plum blossoms falling on the snow. , with a bit of indestructible pride.
What surprised Xia Lingge even more was that what was projected in the bronze mirror was her original face.
"So lovely."
The man in black robe stood behind her and looked at the portrait reflected in the bronze mirror with her. His voice was as gentle as water. She didn't know if it was Xia Lingge's illusion, but she actually felt that there was a bit of... nostalgia in his voice?
"you……"
"Okay, it's time for you to go."
The man in black robe suddenly interrupted her, picked up the red hijab on the table and gently but solemnly covered her with it.
Her field of vision was filled with red. Xia Lingge couldn't see clearly what was going on outside. She could only hear the dull sound of gongs, drums and suonas rang again, and the roar of firecrackers was deafening. She was led out of the house by the maid, and then walked into the house.
"Goodbye parents!"
Because she was taking the place of Miss Wen, she wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Mr. and Mrs. Wen to express her gratitude for their "nurturing grace" over the years. Xia Lingge did it without any struggle, but she felt sad in her heart. Thinking of Father Xia silently.
She felt like someone was lifting her up, it must be Mrs. Wen. She couldn't see Mrs. Wen's expression through the red hijab, but she thought it must be stiff and complicated.
Then someone picked her up and walked forward smoothly.
The faint fragrance of tea mixed with sandalwood penetrated the tip of her nose. Xia Lingge immediately knew that the person carrying her was Wen Youliang, but his steps were too steady and his movements were too gentle, which made her a little confused.
"Young Master?"
she asked hesitantly.
The person carrying her was silent for a moment, and then responded softly. The sound was very soft, like the wind blowing foam.
It's him……
But it's a bit unlike him...
Before Xia Lingge could figure out the reason, she was stuffed into the sedan chair. The gongs and drums outside were beating louder, and the words "Send the bride off" came one after another. She held the apple in her hand and sat silently on the swaying sedan chair. Thinking about the route.
But actually, after leaving the city...
Xia Lingge didn't know where she was being taken. She lifted up half of her red hijab and opened the curtain of the sedan to look out.
There was only a little green leaf grass, but Xiniang who was following her hurriedly stuffed it back: "Oh, my little aunt, the bride can't show her face in public, it's unlucky."
"Are we out of the city?" Xia Lingge asked.
Xi Niang hesitated for a while and replied: "Hey, that's the courtyard that the master of the Yao family gave to you and Young Master Yao. I heard that the feng shui is very good and that it can support people. Young Master Yao is weak and can't bear the tossing back and forth, so he can only take care of you." The young lady is going there to pay a visit to the bridegroom and get married.”
Xia Lingge was silent for a while: "Isn't it Young Master Yao who came to pick me up?"
Xi Niang's voice suddenly choked, and she didn't say anything for a long time. She just laughed and said haha.
Xia Lingge had some ominous premonition in her heart. She raised her hand and touched her bun, and hid a small golden hairpin in her sleeve.
The sky is getting gloomy.
The lively playing sound became more and more monotonous and pale. Xia Lingge was swaying in the sedan chair so much that she felt drowsy. After an unknown amount of time, the sedan finally landed on the ground. A rustling sound rang out, and a voice called "Bride" came to her ears. After getting off the sedan chair, the groom was still nowhere to be seen, lifting up the red curtain. (End of chapter)
