Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

The first day of March coincides with Grain Rain, and the weather is sunny, which is suitable for marriage and travel.

The streets were filled with the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums, and a festive atmosphere was everywhere.

Mo Shixi was led by a maid into the bridal sedan and staggered out of the Huan Mansion.

"Miss Mo, is there anything you are not used to? I am riding in front. If there is anything, just let the maid call me."

It was Qin Songyun's voice. It was also his first time getting married. His words of comfort were pretending to be familiar, but they were trembling with nervousness.

"It's okay, Brother Qin, don't worry. We've already explained the process before. You won't make any mistakes if you follow it."

Mo Shixi, who was comforted, comforted him in return.

"it is good."

Qin Songyun breathed a sigh of relief and rode his horse towards the sedan chair.

Mo Shixi sat quietly in the bridal sedan, her ears perked up. The congratulations from outside the sedan mixed with Qin Songyun's clean and clear young voice, making her feel at ease.

Today, she woke up very early because she needed to dress up. After listening to the noise outside for a while, she fell asleep in the shaking of the sedan chair and her eyes were hazy.

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly there was a very loud noise outside the sedan, as if there was a conflict.

The person sleeping in the sedan was awakened by the noise outside.

"What happened?"

Mo Shixi didn't understand, so he raised his voice a little and called out "Brother Qin", but no one answered.

Her heart suddenly became very flustered, and felt empty in her chest.

"Brother Qin?"

She called again, but still no one responded.

Mo Shixi wanted to lift the red veil that blocked her vision to see what was happening outside, but was interrupted by a familiar voice outside the sedan.

"Miss Mo, you can't take off your veil when you get married. It's unlucky."

It was Wangchun, the maid who had been serving her in Huan Mansion.

Mo Shixi felt relieved and asked softly:

"Wangchun, what happened outside? Why is there so much noise? Where is Brother Qin?"

Wangchun spoke in a steady voice, soothing the nervous bride in the sedan.

"Don't worry, Miss Mo. It just happened that there was a wedding in front of us, and the road was not wide, so we accidentally bumped into each other while walking. It's a bit bumpy. It's not a big deal, and it will be dealt with soon."

Mo Shixi sat in the sedan chair with confidence, giving up the idea of ​​lifting the veil to check the situation personally.

However, she did not notice that Wangchun only answered the previous question she asked, and did not mention a word about the whereabouts of "Qin Songyun".

Just as Wangchun said, the noisy noise outside did not last long and soon returned to the lively sound of gongs and drums.

The sedan chair swayed to the place, and a big, broad hand reached into the sedan chair. Mo Shixi was a little confused: there were slight calluses on the hand in front of him, which was very similar to Brother Axing's palm.

Maybe this is true for all people who practice martial arts!

She had never seen Qin Songyun's hand before, but she easily convinced herself to put her delicate hand on it.

Suddenly, the big hand tightly grasped her hand, and with some skillful force, he easily carried Mo Shixi on his back.

"Qin Songyun's" back was broad and warm. She could lie on it without worrying about falling off.

He was carried all the way into the wedding hall.

What followed was the traditional wedding process. Mo Shixi had learned about it in advance, and followed the best man's instructions to "bow to heaven and earth first" and "bow to parents second" and performed the ceremony in a proper manner.

After the ceremony, she was led by her maid, the matchmaker, into the bridal chamber.

When his buttocks touched the soft bed, Mo Shixi breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to take off his veil and come out to get some fresh air, but was stopped by the maid Wangchun.

"Miss Mo, the veil needs to be removed by the groom."

She remembered that no one except the four of them knew about the fake marriage, so she bit her lip and put down her eager hands again.

After sitting there for a long time, Wangchun suddenly brought in a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine dumplings.

The wedding was really tiring. Mo Shixi hadn't eaten much in the morning and was hungry now. She didn't care about anything else and obediently let Wangchun feed her.

A bowl of osmanthus dumplings was just the right amount, enough to fill her stomach without making her feel bloated.

After eating the dumplings, the maids helped the hostess, who was unable to see and move, to rinse her mouth with clean water. Then all the maids in the room left.

Mo Shixi was the only one left in the bridal chamber.

Sitting on the soft bed, Mo Shixi always felt uneasy.

Something was not right about what happened today.

Since the incident that happened halfway, Mo Shixi has never heard Qin Songyun's voice again.

Also, although today was a fake wedding, Huan Rongxing, as a mutual friend of her and Brother Qin, did not attend, which was indeed a bit strange.

Moreover, her marriage was just a fake one, and the maids and old women who didn't know the truth had all left. Wasn't it a bit ridiculous for her to still wait for her husband to come back like this?

Mo Shixi pinched the tip of the veil and tried to lift it up, when suddenly the sound of a man's steady footsteps was heard outside the door.

She was startled and quickly withdrew her hands that were about to lift up her veil, timidly placing them at both sides.

It is really difficult to remove the veil today. Maybe we really have to wait for the groom to remove it. Mo Shixi still had some joke in his mind.

The man outside the door pushed it open and walked in, then quickly closed it.

"Brother Qin?"

Mo Shixi asked doubtfully.

The visitor didn't speak.

There must be something wrong.

Mo Shixi pursed her lips and decided to lift her veil when the visitor was not paying attention. She didn't believe in those traditional customs.

The person who came seemed to have anticipated her plan. He took a few quick steps and put his hand on her veil to stop her from thinking.

He opened his eyes but couldn't see anything, and he didn't know who the person in front of him was or what his purpose was. Mo Shixi's face turned pale, and he asked with trembling lips:

"who are you?"

The man didn't answer, but she still knew his true identity.

"Brother Huan?!"

Huan Rongxing lifted her red veil.

Mo Shixi blinked, and the person in front of him was Huan Rongxing, who had not appeared during the day.

At this moment, he was wearing a bright red wedding dress, with the cuffs, collar, chest and hems all embroidered with the same patterns as his own wedding dress.

It is obviously the groom's attire.

Mo Shixi tilted her head slightly, and the gem earrings hanging on her ears made a crisp sound when they collided.

"Brother Xing, why is it you?"

She had a bad feeling in her heart.

Huan Rongxing opened his thin lips and said, "Why can't it be me?"

He left the bed, walked a few steps outside, picked up the wine jug on the table and poured wine into two white porcelain glasses.

"Shi Xi, it's time to drink the wedding wine."

Huan Rongxing held the wine glass close to Mo Shixi's lips.

"Are you crazy?"

Mo Shixi turned his head away and didn't drink the wine at his lips.

She felt that the world had changed in an instant, and the person in front of her was no longer her gentle and reliable brother.

"Shi Xi, you are willing to help Qin Songyun out of trouble by pretending to marry him, so why can't you marry me for real to satisfy my feelings for you?"

Huan Rongxing smiled with a calm expression, but Mo Shixi felt very scared.

"This is different!"

Huan Rongxing did not listen to her explanation, and handed the wedding wine with a little sprinkled on it to her lips again.

Mo Shixi felt irritated for a rare time. Feeling the wetness at the corner of her mouth, she raised her hand and smashed the wine glass to the ground.

"Crack."

The sound of porcelain breaking exploded in the ears of the two people in the bridal chamber.