I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

The red sedan chair swayed past the Qingshui Bridge. In the dusk, bursts of cries of suona floated into Luzhu's ears, which sounded like the sound of crying blood.

When she got off the sedan chair, she was a little surprised because of the short journey. The firecrackers were deafening and no one spoke. When she was surprised, a trembling old hand reached into the sedan chair. The blood-red jade bracelet dazzled her eyes. "Girl, here you go, follow me." Get off the sedan."

The old tone of the matchmaker was masked by the loud firecrackers outside, and there was a faint hint of auspiciousness and joy.

Luzhu retracted her mind, held her sleeves, bowed her head and slowly walked out of the sedan. The smoke was filled, and the wind was very strong in the alley. She raised her sleeves to cover her head, and was surrounded by people. She stepped into the high threshold and passed through several doors before entering the hall. .

Standing in the center of the auditorium, the shiny mahogany floor could not be seen to the end. Under the hijab, a pair of brocade shoes appeared. The room was so quiet that you could hear his footsteps approaching slowly.

He held her cold hands and said sincerely: "Madam, after you come in today, we will have a good time and we will never let you suffer any injustice."

The red tassel in front of her eyes was like her thoughts, swaying slightly, and the guests gathered around her remained as calm as wood.

She didn't even feel happy. She pulled back her hands and sleeves, and opened her hijab nervously. Du Rui's face was reflected in her pupils, and she looked around at the cold and furtive eyes around her. The fluctuations in her expression were dead.

Du Rui was wearing wedding clothes, but he was not the person she wanted to marry.

She threw down her hijab and ran towards the door, but the guests were blocking the way and she was forced to go back to where she was.

"The person I want to marry is not Du Rui." She looked at the exquisite furnishings in the hall, her heart beating wildly.

Du Rui's hand was tightened, "Then who are you going to marry? Stop making trouble. From the moment you step into my Du family, you are destined to be my wife." In addition to the extreme possessiveness on his face, Lv Zhu No affection at all.

Looking at the red hijab on the ground, I couldn't remember who I wanted to marry, but my heart was filled with sadness, as if I was trapped in my own tears, feeling helpless.

Everyone looked at her indifferently, and the matchmaker's old voice came from the room: "You are not marrying anyone you marry. Du Rui is a squire in the village. He is powerful. He is no better than that poor boy. Girl, just accept your fate." Bar."

The big red silk flower on her head was wrinkled, as if it was rotten.

Others immediately followed the matchmaker's words and persuaded her to marry Du Rui without expression.

She saw a smug smile in Du Rui's eyes. These villagers were like puppets controlled by him. If their eyes hadn't moved, she would have suspected them all to be dead.

It seemed to challenge her cognition, making her want to go crazy. Even though she came here in a daze, she didn't want to accept her fate and become a puppet like them.

Her mind was tingling, she couldn't think, and the picture jumped.

Stepping on the bed, she held up her long hair with a peach wood hairpin, and the song "Feng Qiu Huang" repeated in a loop, like a thread wrapped around her fingers, strangling her heart. Looking at the haggard face in the mirror, she felt like she was on the verge of death. .

As soon as the sound of the piano stopped, Du Rui slowly hugged her from behind. The loving eyes in the mirror touched the wooden hairpin and turned gloomy: "You and I have been married for three years, can't we forget him?"

Lu Zhu closed her eyes and said the same words: "He is the one I marry."

Desperately, he pulled out the hairpin on her head, broke it off, and put a milk ginger candy into her mouth. His eyes were full of despair and madness as he asked for it: "But you married me, and no matter whether you live or die in this life, I I will keep you by my side."

The ginger candy is still as sweet as in her memory. She fumbled for the broken hairpin and cried, but it's a pity that you are no longer around.