Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou put his hands together and clenched them tightly, refusing to listen to the music outside that did not belong to him or him.

My heart is full of hope and expectation.

However, the sound of suona echoed throughout the streets and alleys, and the sedan chair bearers carried the sedan chair around one street corner and another alley bend.

Even until he could clearly hear the palace drums and court music, Xiao Jingxuan still didn't come.

Chu Huaizhou bit his lower lip slightly, and the moist light in his eyes revealed deep melancholy and helplessness.

A crystal teardrop, illuminated by the light shining through the veil, slid down from the corner of her red eye.

It rolled around the sharp contours of his face and dripped onto the back of his fair hands resting on his thighs.

After that, the pair of light purple eyes slowly dimmed, like a lifeless dry well.

Once again, he was like a puppet, being carefully helped down from the sedan chair, taking the red silk handed to him, and walking into the hall.

The matchmaker shouted: "Bow to heaven and earth!"

Chu Huaizhou stood straight without moving. He knew that Yu Huai must be pushing the silk threads at this moment, trying to control him with puppetry.

If he refuses to bend down, the fact that his puppetry has been cut off will soon be discovered, and Xiao Jingxuan will also be exposed.

By then, his situation would be precarious.

Thinking of this, Chu Huaizhou was a little shaken.

The man in red beside him quietly reached out his hand and pulled on his wide sleeves.

Such a small action made him even more disdainful in his heart, but in the end he still bent his proud bones and bowed obediently.

The matchmaker also smiled and said, "Bow to your parents!"

"Couple greetings!"

"It's done!"

First, bow to heaven and earth; second, bow to parents who have no elders; third, bow to the spouse who is not the one you love.

The people in the lobby and those around him were discussing his identity as a zither player from the Central Plains, and Han Yunda seemed to speak up to defend him.

But it doesn't matter now.

Chu Huaizhou was led by a maid back to his room, and he lifted a corner of his veil himself.

The maid immediately knelt down and stopped him, saying, "Princess, you cannot lift the veil without permission."

"According to the rules of our Southern Xinjiang, the first person to lift the veil and see your newlywed face can only be your husband."

"I hope that Your Highness will understand and sympathize with us servants."

Chu Huaizhou ignored them, but did not lift the veil completely. He just looked at the not-so-high palace wall.

I stared at him for a long time, almost in a trance. The warm and refreshing smile of Xiao Jingxuan when he was a teenager appeared in front of my eyes again.

He took his hand away, put the veil on his head again, and said calmly, "Let's go."

There are too many things in this world that are beyond one's control. Now that it has come to this, what else can he do?

He is now no different from an ordinary person. These four palace walls, which seem neither high nor low, can imprison him for life.

We can only take one step at a time and see one step at a time.

Chu Huaizhou was helped into a room that was festively decorated with red candles.

When he sat down on the soft bed, he reached out and saw peanuts and longans. He moved those things away before sitting down with peace of mind.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting. He felt sleepy and closed his eyes for a while.

I vaguely remember that my butt was sore and my legs were numb from sitting, but no one came from outside the room.

After struggling for a while and just about to find a place to lie down, he heard footsteps in the yard.

It was a bit messy, and it seemed that there were more than one or two people coming.

"Your Highness, you've had too much to drink. Go back to your room and have some rest. Then you can see your new wife that you've been thinking about so much."

"Hey! Hey! You stupid idiot! What are you still following me for?"

One of them was drunk, tongue-tied, and slurred as he said, "The king is newly married, I'm going to have sex with him!"

Some people also smiled and joked, "Are you asking if the king is happy? Our king is going to do something big with his new wife!"

The drunk man spoke in a startled voice, "Ah? What big deal? I want to achieve something too!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you holding my hand? And you, why are you holding my feet?"

Judging from the sound, he was probably carried away by several people in the end.

"Your Highness, enjoy yourself. We are leaving now."

"Hmm." The man responded lightly and indifferently, but the strange thing was that no emotion could be heard from him.

As everyone knows, Prince Han Yunda has been in love with him for a long time, and now he has finally got what he wanted.

In any case, it shouldn't be this cold reaction.

The door of the wing room was pushed open, and the sound of steady footsteps slowly approached Chu Huaizhou.

The man could hardly wait to lift up the blinding red veil.

However, he didn't expect that what he was greeted with was not the beautiful woman's charming smile, but a short sword flashing with cold light.

It rushed straight forward, piercing deeply into the flesh and blood chest before the opponent was prepared.

"Ahem...you...are really..."