The beautiful luthier and her dream lover

The wedding sedan chair was lifted amidst the sound of gongs and drums, Qin Yue approached and asked, "Mother, what did she say?"

"It's nothing." The woman cursed twice in her heart, 'I don't know what's good or bad', and squeezed the flesh around her son's waist with her fat hands: "Shut up your eyes!"

Qin Yue twitched the corners of her mouth indifferently, afraid of bad things, and pretended to be polite again on her face, he was just pity, it's a pity that such a delicious young Qin Ji fell into the hands of Mo Wenzhong, such a good beauty Even he has never tasted...

He regretfully rubbed the place where his mother's big hands hurt.

Qin Ji is the child that my mother stole in disorder on a rainy night when she was young. She also stole the longevity lock hanging on the baby's neck, which is pure gold and looks valuable.

Originally, my mother planned to raise a child bride-in-law early, but she saw that Qin Ji grew more and more beautiful, so beautiful that people like them couldn't hold her back. Qin Ji was indifferent to them since she was a child, sensitive and intelligent, so mother decided to sell her to a brothel Plan, otherwise it will be a disaster to keep it.

After a while, he longed for a young girl with a beautiful appearance and icy muscles and bones in his mind.

Such a beautiful person cannot be his daughter-in-law, he sighed and sighed in his heart.A beauty with thorns, how can it be worth the future promised by the Mohists?

On September day, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, which shocked Qin Yue into a trance.Almost making a fool of himself in front of others, he glanced at the sky in resentment, just now his back broke out in cold sweat, he touched the back of his neck, feeling uneasy: "Mother, will something happen?"

The mother and the child are connected, the woman was still shocked by the thunder and changed her face, and tried to force her voice: "On the day of great joy, don't talk nonsense!"

Yes, on a happy day, this thunderclap is really not a good omen.

The people sending off the wedding staggered and lined up in a long line on the street. The moment the drought thunder struck, the line was in chaos, and the bearer who carried the sedan chair gave a soft knee and almost knelt down.

As the thunder fell, the bearers' foreheads were covered with sticky sweat.It would be a big deal if the bride was thrown down.

Inside the wedding sedan chair, Qin Ji threw the hijab on her head somewhere, her pretty face was covered with layers of frost, she held a golden hairpin in her hand, her calm eyes couldn't tell whether it was sadness or joy, It is anger or resentment.

She was thinking about her benefactor until now.People on the way to get married, absurdly want to sleep again.What if?What if the benefactor comes back after playing in other people's dreams?

She raised her red lips slightly and let out a self-deprecating smile. When did her love become so contemptible?If the benefactor doesn't have a heart to stay with her forever, why bother to provoke her?

When she thought that the person she cared about would treat other people the same way she treated her, her heart tore open countless petals, and each petal was bleeding.

At this moment, the indifferent girl in front of the crowd was filled with madness in her almond eyes, and even the thunder that made people lose their composure just now didn't disturb her mood.

It's better to be dead and clean.

She let out a deep breath, inserted the golden hairpin into her hair again, pulled out the short knife in her sleeve, the tip of the knife was bright, and the bright blade reflected the girl's resolute and ruthless eyes.

A thunderstorm finally urged those self-proclaimed seniors in the literary world to stand up, and the leader patted his sleeves: "Let's go, Lizi married by force, stupid women sell their daughters, God can't stand it anymore."

The wedding procession was stopped at Baiyu Street.

A group of old men in Confucian uniforms stood in the middle of the street, stroking their beards vigorously.

This scene is rare.

The eyes of Huahong Liulu, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to grab a marriage, brightened. It was the seniors in the literary world who came!

Recognizing the leader, Mo Erlang, who came to greet his brother from the Mo family, dismounted respectfully: "The unknown senior came here, and the junior is rude."

The great Confucian scholar Xu Sheng was sixty years old, with a kind face and a kind heart. At this moment, his face was condensed: "Let's talk gossip, the Mo family will force the old man to marry the candidate who is a closed disciple that the old man likes. This marriage cannot be done."

Mo Erlang sighed in his heart that elder brother is very calculating, he guessed ahead of time that there would be seniors with high morals who would not be able to stop the marriage in front of him, then he thought again why elder brother took pains to worship a high-ranking official in the imperial capital as godfather: this is a made up mind Trade fame and future for a dream wife.

He stood there with his hands down, without saying a word.

The woman who was invited over saw that the bridal sedan chair had been blocked, and it was a group of old men who were half-bodied who were about to sink into the ground, so angrily rolled up their sleeves and started yelling.

Xu Sheng and the others were too old to be used to writing and writing, and suddenly saw the unreasonable tricks of the shrew in the market, and they fought in a panic, and two of their beards were pulled off.

As a literati and a man, it is not easy to push and shove with women, the scene is lively and funny.

Hua Hong and Liu Lu watched secretly anxiously, angrily denouncing the Mohists for being rampant and shameless.Mo Wenzhong didn't want any reputation in the literary world, he clearly had nothing to fear!

A sigh.

The car curtain was lifted.

The girl in the bright wedding dress was astonishingly beautiful. She was moved in her heart and said gratefully: "Qin Ji appreciates the kindness of the seniors."

Xu Sheng hadn't been in this embarrassment for many years. It was ridiculous that seven or eight old men and one of them were not a shrew's opponent. He always blushed: "Good boy, if you don't want to marry, no one can force you."

Qin Ji smiled: "Senior, the person I was waiting for won't come, there is no difference between marrying and not marrying."She is bound to let Mo Wenzhong die first.

The beauty smiled, even though she was smiling, the girl hidden in the crowd actually cried.

"Mother Seventeen, why are you crying?"

"I can't tell either."

Yile, a scholar in a scholar's gown from the academy, is a friend with a sensitive and delicate mind. He can occasionally perceive people's emotions at a hair's breadth, which is also a wonderful talent.

He smiled and poked her on the arm: "Look again, what's wrong with the luthier?" They were only driven to Qiushui by their family three days ago to study, and they had been to Liuyan Hall twice in a hurry, but they had never seen the famous Four talented girls, when they saw this luthier today, they were really beautiful.

The fair-looking young girl muttered in her mouth, and looked at it seriously, tears streaming down again: "She doesn't want to live anymore."

"You, you're not mistaken, are you?"

"That's right." She sniffed, "The luthier must have someone he can't love."

Yuan Shiqi wiped away her tears, and for some reason felt that the person in the wedding gown was kind and familiar. She gritted her teeth and said surprisingly: "No! I want to save her, I want to snatch the marriage!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy! I'm saving people!" After saying this, she felt much better, and said in a breathy voice, "Don't come here if you're afraid!"

"How could it be possible not to come? How can there be so little trouble in my imperial capital, Little Overlord?"

Young people are hot-blooded and often act regardless of the consequences.The young people go forward bravely, and the old people who are over half a century old also do their part.

Xu Sheng's eyes were so vicious, how could he not know that the girl was being hurt emotionally, he stood there, and within a quarter of an hour, the entire street was blocked by scholars who came after hearing the news.

The great Confucianism in the literary world, who raised his arms and shouted for supporters, didn't know how to count.They didn't agree with Qin Ji's marriage, and it was true that the Mo family forced her to marry, and the Qin family sold their daughters for fame and wealth. They had seen the vitriolic and ugly behavior of women, and there were many people present who sympathized with the girl.

The scene stalemate.

The woman drew a knife out of nowhere, and put it across her neck: "Who dares to stop? Who dares to stop? This is my daughter. If you don't want her to marry, I will splatter blood and die on the spot for you to see!"

Qin Ji smiled sarcastically, without giving her a look, turned and went back to the wedding sedan chair.

When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain why.Relying on being unreasonable and unreasonable is to open a way in the vast crowd.Mo Erlang got on his horse, and the wedding procession set off again.Everyone was very anxious.

The woman with the knife across her neck dared not let go, she had never seen such a marriage.It is also strange.

Qin Yuehu is by her mother's side, and in the eyes of her classmates, she seems to have become a villain who betrayed her sister for wealth and power.What about villains?His face was hot and hot. A villain is better than a poor ghost who can't get ahead all his life.

Mo Qi followed behind the team, worried that the happy event would turn into a funeral, and grabbed the sleeve of the knight next to him: "You promised to save her."

Moqi has been paying attention to him since he was looking for someone to play chess in the Liuyan Pavilion half a month ago.The chivalrous man is a chess fanatic, she compiled years of chess experience into a book and used it as a bargaining chip to ask him to save people, and he agreed.

Three waves of snatchers came, the sedan chair landed, and the atmosphere was tense.

Seeing that the blood-sealed dagger was stuffed back into her sleeve by Qin Ji, it took less than half an hour for her to finish Mo Wenzhong, a thief.

Yuan Shiqi wore a human-skin mask on his face, and his palms were sweating for some time.

Flowers, flowers, willows and green clenched their sleeves tightly, waiting to snatch someone out of thin air.

The knight narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the "Chess" promised by Miss Moqi in his mind, he took a deep breath and held the long sword in his hand steadily.

In the eerie joy, Mo Wenzhong stood at the door of Mo's house in a happy suit. Just as he was about to kick the sedan chair door with a smile, Yuan Qiniang yelled angrily: "What a shameless thief, give it to me—"

Fierce waves of fire came rushing in without warning. At the end of September, the weather seemed to return to the midsummer with the buzzing of cicadas. The waves of fire were so hot that Mo Wenzhong took three steps back suddenly, tilting his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"What a shameless thief, how can he covet her wife?" Zhou Jing landed in white clothes, with a jade crown and snow hair, like a fairy, until she looked coldly at the man with a gloomy face, and the fireworks between her brows disappeared: "Kneel down!"

One word broke Mo Wenzhong's leg bones, and the expressions of the people present were in a trance. Some people in the dark crowd stared at the face of Zhou Jing and shouted: "Patriarch!"

Once upon a time, the term "patriarch" could only refer to one person in Kyushu in terms of beauty and dignity.Now, the exiled immortal who has been carefree for nine days and doesn't care about world affairs has returned.

Daytime Jing was close to his hometown, and he pursed his thin lips slightly, and lifted the sedan curtain with Yubai's hand: "Zhouzhou, I'm here to look for you."

Sitting in the wedding sedan chair, Qin Ji couldn't help trembling, every inch that came into view was familiar to her, all death was burned to ashes, all coldness was melted, she wept with joy, she couldn't believe what she saw, trembling Said: "Benefactor?"

Embarrassed, trembling, joyful.

With the hope of the whole world and the special liking engraved in the soul.

Touching her skin and holding her hand, Qin Ji was helped out of the sedan chair, ignoring the countless eyes watching her, she stubbornly hugged her sweetheart's neck tightly, her bright water eyes looked straight into those affectionate eyes, and she begged in a low voice: "Don't want me. I'm very good."