Looking for another good match, Hou Menjiaojiao turns around and marries a villain

The auspicious moment has arrived, and the Lin family's wedding convoy has arrived at the door. No matter how reluctant the King of Liao and others are to leave, it's time for Xie Chunchao to get on the sedan chair.

She was covered with a red hijab. Under the dark red was a dazzling white light and pairs of moving shoe tips. The King and Princess of Liao had already gone to the main hall to greet the guests.

She sat on the bedside and was led by Xipo to the main hall to say goodbye to her parents. She raised her feet and crossed the threshold of the room where she had lived for more than ten years. Xipo's reminder sounded in her ears.

"The groom's official is here."

Through the hijab, Xie Chunchao saw a pair of hands as white as cold jade spread out in front of her. The wrists were covered with a layer of bright red sleeves, and the corners of the sleeves were embroidered with gold threads with wishful patterns.

Although she could not see the whole picture, she could imagine from this corner how magnificent the owner of these hands was today.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched it. Lin Jingrong's hand slowly tightened, but not in a tight grasp. Instead, he gently held her hand and led her away from the small courtyard where she had lived since childhood.

He stood beside her, and his arms would touch her shoulders and arms from time to time as he walked around. A strange cold fragrance enveloped her, as if the cold cedar and cold spring were mixed together with a bit of the sweetness of peach blossoms. .

Even though the weather was sunny today, the cold wind of early winter was still blowing in waves. She heard Lin Jingrong beside her cough twice, and the coolness of his fingertips gently rested on her hand, which seemed to be a piece of forever. Cold jade that is neither warm nor hot.

Xie Chunchao thought to himself, Lin Jingrong's health was not good to begin with, and today he came to pick him up against the wind. Will he fall ill when he returns?

When she thought of this, Xuxu's hand on his hand gradually closed, and instead she held his hand tightly, and slowly approached him without affecting her demeanor while walking.

In the eyes of outsiders, her actions were regarded as a shy newlywed, so she followed her husband closely.

"Look at how close the newlyweds are. They have such a good relationship."

"What a talented man and beautiful woman. The groom's appearance is not inferior to that of Ning Heng."

"It seems that the princess really likes this guy from the Lin family. She even abandoned Ning Heng for him."

"Stop talking, the bride is embarrassed by you."

Xie Chunchao originally just wanted to do his little bit to make Lin Jingrong warmer, but in the end he was misunderstood by them.

She listened to their teasing, even though she was wearing a red hijab, she still felt her face getting hot.

Could Lin Jingrong be the same as they thought?

The last time we met, she vowed in Jingshui Tower that in fact there was no affection between us.

As a result, this time it was the grasping hand again, and it was close again.

No matter how you look at it, she looks like she is coveting his beauty and can’t wait to see him.

Xie Chunchao thought of this and wanted to stay away silently but was worried that it would be too deliberate.

While she was hesitating, a gentle voice suddenly came from above,

"Lin thanked the principal for the post."

"But I can still bear the cold wind, so the princess doesn't have to worry about me."

Xie Chunchao felt warm in her heart. He was more considerate than she imagined.

She was always unable to resist gentle people, especially Lin Jingrong who was not only gentle but also sickly, which made her pity her even more.

As for his vicious tongue towards Ning Heng, Xie Chunchao had selectively ignored it.

Xie Chunchao asked in a low voice, "Really? I think the wind is quite strong today. How about I ask the maid to prepare a hand stove for you?"

After she finished speaking, Lin Jingrong was silent for a moment, and then laughed softly, "The princess is really..."

"Forget it, who would wear a hand stove when they get married? If they see it, they will laugh again."

Xie Chun said, "Just laugh if they laugh. You don't have to care about them. Your body is the most important thing."

Although Xie Chunchao married Lin Jingrong with the expectation that he would die early, she still hoped that he would suffer less pain.

"But I don't want them to laugh. I don't want them to say that the husband the princess married is so sick that he even needs to hold a stove when getting married."

Lin Jingrong's voice was gentle and gentle, like a breeze, but extremely powerful.

The wind will stop, but it will never disappear.

Xie Chunchao was stunned. She didn't know what to say. They were already in the front hall.

She bid farewell to her parents at Xipo's reminder and did not care to continue the conversation with Lin Jingrong.

She and Lin Jingrong bowed to him three times at the same time. Their family had cried in the room before, but now in front of others, no matter how reluctant they were to leave, they could not lose their sense of proportion or lose their dignity.

She heard her father's sobs and her mother's voice holding back tears, "Okay, okay, everyone, get up."

When Xie Chunchao stood up, the concubine put a warm jade bracelet on her wrist, then patted her hand and said, "Good child, go ahead."

She bowed again and said goodbye to her mother and concubine.

A pair of black boots appeared under the red hijab. The black boots turned around and stood still. His brother's voice was a bit hoarse and he said, "Chaochao, my brother is sending you to get married."

Xie Chunchao climbed onto her brother's neck like she had done when she was young. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the shaking ground, watching her brother carrying her across the high threshold.

Xie Ningyu walked very steadily, his back was broad and strong, and he was her eternal haven and support.

Xie Ningyu sent her to the sedan chair, and she looked down at the black boots on the side of the sedan chair.

She felt her brother's hand gently pat her head through the heavy phoenix crown and hijab,

"Chaochao, you must be happy."

After Xie Ningyu said this, she lowered the car curtain and turned her head to signal the bearer to get up.

Xie Chunchao looked at his lonely feet and silently added in his heart,

We will all be happy.

The procession of sending off the bride walked down Zhuque Street in a mighty manner, with people watching the excitement on both sides. At the head was the guard of honor who started the procession. Those who played gongs, drums and suonas lined up in order, followed closely by today’s groom. Guan Lin was shocked.

Under his crotch is a maroon horse, and his bright red wedding dress makes his skin extremely white.

His eyebrows are picturesque and his face is beautiful, just like the immortal before his death.

His usually indifferent face was now full of smiles, and the slightly raised corners of his lips made many women on the street get excited. However, when they thought of the rumors about Lin Jingrong's illness, they withdrew their enthusiasm. , there was a little more pity in his eyes.

It's really sad and deplorable that this beauty is so miserable.

But what was even more pitiable was Princess Chunhua. She obviously had a better Prince Ning, but she married such a miserable husband.

Hey, no matter how beautiful it is, so what.

But the silver pewter tip.

Their eyes turned to Xie Ningyu who was beside the wedding sedan. It was best for a man like Xie Shizi, who came from a noble family and was strong and reliable.

It is said that he keeps a clean mind and has never been around a woman so far.

I don’t know who’s young lady would marry such a good man as Prince Ning.

Princess Chunhua's wedding sedan was followed by dowries carried one after another. At first, the people counted Princess Chunhua's dowry with great interest, but in the end they lost count.

Those who were lifted one after another were endless and countless.

The King of Liao might have moved the entire palace to Princess Chunhua.