The Dream of Two Lives Blooms and the King Returns

Another happy event in the Murong Mansion, one year after Murong Qingjue got married!

A magpie was standing under the window eaves and chirping non-stop, Gillian was overjoyed and stood by Murong Dieche's bed, the magpie's cry was a good omen, did it also know that today is the day when the young lady came out of the cabinet, and came to congratulate her?

Su Liuyan wiped away her last tear and looked out the window at the clear sky.Hearing the sound of magpies, he was slightly relieved.

With a weak voice, "Mother" gently tugged on Su Liuyan's clothes with one hand.

Su Liuyan came back to her senses, looking at her daughter who had woken up and was still very weak.She sat by her bed and held her daughter's hand with a smile. : "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Okay!" Murong Dieche smiled back, she was dressed in white and her black hair was not stained with lead dust, her brows were light and her eyes were gazing like water, she was so beautiful that she was about to fly into the sky in an instant.

Su Liuyan felt a pain in her heart!Holding her daughter's hand tightly, such a beautiful Die Che has the same fate as her in this life.

She smiled helplessly, but this child was even more determined than she was back then.

Now, there is really no way out.

Xi Niang entered the room, and Die Che also changed into her wedding clothes with Gillian's help.

Wearing a golden embroidered cloud cape, it goes around the shoulders and puts it on the chest.

Tassels hang down, a pleated skirt with hundreds of flowers, and red embroidered shoes.

Murong Dieche looked at himself in the mirror and squeezed out a pale and happy smile. His mother touched his face with pity, and worriedly said to Xi Niang: "This face needs more makeup."

"Mother, it's so vulgar to wipe too much," Die Che said softly

Xi Niang looked at her and waved her handkerchief with a smile on her face: "It's okay! It's okay! There are slaves who are keeping Miss Four beautifully dressed."

What Xi Niang said is right, there is no woman who is not beautiful after passing through her hands.Murong Dieche's appearance didn't need to be modified at all, Xi Niang just applied a little makeup to cover up her sick appearance.

There was a little blush between her lips, she turned her head and smiled slightly, she was already as pretty as a peach in three springs, and as clear as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns!

The beautiful Su Liuyan felt another pain in her heart, but forced out a gentle smile: "Dieer is so beautiful."

A long string of firecrackers made noise, breaking the tranquility of the pavilion.

"Mom, is he here?"

"Here we come, we are here" Su Liuyan looked out, Murong Qingjue was wearing a brocade robe with black border and gold embroidered in red, and the most expensive one was waiting at the door.

Today, he will send his younger sister to get married.

Xi Niang smiled and covered Die Che with a red hijab. Su Liuyan couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. He held his daughter's hand and reluctantly let her be helped out of the pavilion by Xi Niang's maidservants. .

Murong Qingjue watched Die Che come out, and took Die Che's hand expressionlessly.

Xi Niang shivered and retreated to the side, Murong Qingjue felt a fine layer of cold sweat break out from Die Che's palms, and Die Che trembled with his icy hand.

He looked at his younger sister's red body with cold eyes, and smiled faintly: "Nervous?"

Die Che nodded slightly, and said in a weak voice: "Brother, I'm afraid I can't understand Die'er's current mood!"

"Really?" His hand tightened, and Die Che's face under the hijab turned pale with pain!But she steadied herself.

Su Yan'er at the side hurried over and said that the sedan chair had already arrived at the door, so don't miss the auspicious time.

"Let's go! Brother will send you out." Gently supporting her fluffy body, he concealed the irritated emotion in his heart, and his words became more considerate.

Step by step, Murong Dieche walked to the door with difficulty.Finally, through the red hijab, she faintly watched the man standing at the door.

There was a burst of excitement in her heart, and she almost said: Brother Wen, I was about to blurt out.

"Don't be too excited!" Murong Qingjue whispered in her ear with an ice-cold voice, and lightly shook her hand again.

She sorted out her chaotic emotions, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you brother for reminding me."

Wen Qingyi didn't know what the two of them were looking at and talking about. He was dressed in a red wedding dress and stood slender at the door.The appearance of light smile and melancholy is as bright and pure as the moon.

Noble and Qinghua's temperament, in a blink of an eye, or when turning around, exudes a gentle brilliance like a pearl in the dark.Such a handsome and untouchable Ruyi Langjun attracted many ladies in the boudoir to hide and whisper, feeling resentment in their hearts.

Today, he really didn't deliberately wear it.He didn't even change the middle coat inside.After all the things last night, he was still like a stone weighing on him and he couldn't breathe.

He's not a savior, he's just a coward.He thought all night, how to reverse the situation in front of him?

Could it be that, as Murong Qingjue said, there is no way out...

"Young Master, Young Master" Yun Shi tugged at the corner of his clothes lightly, sweating for today.

The son marries Fourth Miss Murong, but he only has eyes for the prime minister.If she doesn't remind her, don't let him hold the wrong hand later.

Wen Qingyi lowered her head and laughed at herself, watching the two walk out accompanied by Xi Niang.

Today, he married Die Che.

He smiled, calm and calm.

The firecrackers sounded again, and the suona, gongs and drums were loud!

Happily lingering, he took Die Che's hand and looked at Murong Qingjue with a smile.

I saw a trace of haggardness in his frightened eyebrows.She was still in his arms yesterday, but today she held her sister's hand, turned her head and said to him with a smile, "Let's go!"

"En" He stood with his hands behind his back, standing tall on the steps, his hands clenched into fists.That pair of bright reds were like the sand in his eyes, he watched Wen Qingyi faintly greet Die Che.Looking up, looking at his eyes are still as nostalgic as yesterday.

No one can just take him away from him like this, no matter how he pushed him out today, he will definitely be taken back like this in the future.

There will be no more stupid things like handing over one's own sister to one's beloved.

He showed Wen Qingyi a reassuring smile, so that he would not miss the auspicious time.

Wen Qingyi didn't stop much, and had to complete all the red tapes like a puppet on a string, marrying Die Che and walking all the way to Wen's residence.

Today's bitter fruit, who said it is not fate?

At the beginning, if I had been firmer, maybe it would have been a different situation!Unfortunately, there is no turning back.

If everything starts over again, he will definitely not be like this again.

The bridal sedan chair to greet the relatives had gone farther and farther, Murong Qingjue couldn't help the trembling in his heart, he clutched his chest forcefully and took a few big steps back.

Su Yan'er's face was shocked!Mu Furong, who was hidden aside, supported him from behind him.Yan'er closed the door, Murong Qingjue straightened his expression, endured the pain by force, and walked back step by step.

At this critical moment, how could he let others see his fragility.For some things, it is time to make choices and pay for implementation.

Rights, desires!

Without all these, how can he and his love exist in the world?

Qingyi, remember to wait for me.

wait for me…

There are lanterns and festoons everywhere in Wenfu, red happy characters, and red lanterns.

The smell of wine, the smell of vegetables, and the endless stream of guests!

Wen Qingyi shuttled happily among the guests, making Wen Zijin easy to find.

After all, Tsing Yi has a girlish temperament, and she also has a heart to marry.This will only look forward to seeing my sister-in-law in a wedding dress sooner!

Reluctantly, Wen Zijin asked him to go back to the attic early, so he could only look back at the door step by step.

Wen Zijin greeted the guests with a beaming face, many of them had frequent business contacts, these people seized such an opportunity today, and thought about it, they knew that there are many officials in the DPRK and China today, and it is worthwhile to get to know one person.

It didn't take long for Wen Zijin to be overwhelmed.

"Why don't you let the servants do these things?"

A pair of thin white hands, handed over a handkerchief.

Wen Zijin turned her head in a hurry, and the man was standing beside her with a smile on his face.

He was dressed in white clothes, with black hair hanging down his waist.A beautiful face, delicate and elegant but not coquettish, the housekeeper was so surprised that he forgot to report the identity of the visitor.

"Why are you here?" Wen Zijin's face turned pale

"Qingyi's big wedding, no matter how busy she is, she still has to come," he said softly, his long and narrow phoenix eyes half-closed.

Wen Zijin took the handkerchief nervously, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Recently, I heard that there was an accident in Yunnan, and this person also suffered several stab wounds.Looking at it today, he seems to be safe and sound.He tried his best to squeeze out a far-fetched smile: "Master Guoshi took time out of his busy schedule, Wen's residence is really flourishing."

"Don't talk to me about these scenes, you and I don't need to be like this." He suddenly leaned close and whispered in his ear, with the cold air of early winter blowing into his earlobe, Wen Zijin backed away in shock.

After finally calming down, she looked at him but looked at herself with a teasing smile.

"Zijin, why do you let Master Guoshi stand here like this?" Father Wen came out to welcome the guest, and when the servants in the mansion said that this person was Master Guoshi, he didn't dare to be slighted.Who would have thought that his son, who is usually slick in every aspect, lost his chain today.

Lin Yuemo smiled and greeted Father Wen for a while, then stepped into the banquet.Wen Zijin's gaze couldn't help following his swaying steps, looking further and further away.

He lifted his robe gracefully and sat in the private room.Looking back, raising his eyebrows, Wen Zijin's heart skipped a beat in shock.

At this time...

"A newcomer arrives"

The Wen Mansion, which was originally noisy, is now almost full of noise, with endless laughter and congratulations.

A couple of newlyweds came stepping on the red carpet, the sky was raining flowers, and Wen Qingyi's eyes were so suffocating.

Mother Wen sat up from the chair excitedly, Father Wen looked at his son kindly, and laughed heartily.

Today, he has been looking forward to it for a long time.

Although unsatisfactory, but he is sincerely blessed.

"One Worship"

"Second Worship Hall"

"Happy Couple"

"Sent into the bridal chamber"

In the last sentence, Li Zhu dragged his voice for a long time...

Wen Qingyi held Die Che's hand slightly, and felt her breathing lightly under the veil amidst the noise.

He brought her body to his side, obviously feeling her strenuous effort.

Simply, he hugged her.

Everyone exclaimed!What a bold move.

"Brother Wen"

The face under the hijab was flushed for a while, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his neck unprepared.

A heartbeat almost jumped out, and she had never been so close to him, she bit her teeth lightly, and layers of water vapor appeared in her eyes.

"You say this child!" Mother Wen held Father Wen's hand, feeling a little embarrassed watching the guests booing.

"Let him go!" Patted Madam's hand to reassure her.Father Wen got up again, smiling and circling among the guests.