My parents and sister had arrived three days ago, and the house was abuzz with excitement.
Tong Huaan was dressed in festive red clothes, with a slightly arrogant but confident smile on his face, waiting for the Xuan family's sedan chair to enter.
About fifty meters away from him was a corridor. In front of the corridor was a large bush of roses in full bloom, taller than his body, with thick branches, dense leaves, and blooming flowers, some red and some yellow.
The single white flowers were picked in advance.
There is a faint fragrance, not as offensive as roses, but it smells nice.
"What are you doing here?" Old Mrs. Tong was leaning on a cane. She poked the woman hiding behind the flowers with the head of the cane in her hand, and said unhappily, "You are a concubine. When my husband marries me, you should wait behind me.
You're going to cause trouble if you hide here!"
The Queen of Roses is a charming woman, probably in her early twenties.
Dressed in pink clothes, with a handsome face, red lips showing traces of teeth, and charming eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, as if they could burst into flames.
"Xiuping doesn't dare." Jiang Xiuping calmed down her momentum and lowered her head, but her voice was clearly unwilling, "It's Xiuping who is not lucky enough to become the husband's wife. Xiuping is just hiding here to see what kind of person she is.
I have made my husband wait for these ten years."
Mrs. Tong frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You are worse than Xiaoli. At least she knows how to measure. Don't be so ignorant just because you are my distant relative. Follow Xiaoli's example, and you and her are the same."
After entering the house, she has now given birth to a son and a daughter, but you still haven't seen any news. Although the son and daughter are from a concubine, they are not as good as those born by Jin Yan, but they are better than you, and they can still make Xiaoli live in the future.
Be safe and comfortable."
Jiang Xiuping pouted and said a little stubbornly: "What Xiuping wants is my husband's heart. If my husband's heart is in Xiuping, Xiuping will definitely give birth to a group of children for my husband. If my husband's heart is not in Xiuping, why should Xiuping suffer that?"
Hard!"
Old Mrs. Tong shook her head and said helplessly: "I have been spoiled!"
I heard the sound of firecrackers outside, one after another, very lively, and then the drums and music were blaring, and there was a roar of people. There was a servant at the door loudly announcing the names of guests and congratulatory gifts, constantly in between.
"Okay, don't be upset. Go and stay in the back. Hua An has always been partial to you, and you know the importance of it. Don't make it difficult for him. This marriage was arranged by Aunt Hua An. Don't take any chances.
Mrs. Tong whispered, gathered her clothes and hurried forward.
Jiang Xiuping did not walk away immediately. She still stood behind the rose flowers with a vicious expression. Suddenly, she felt a gaze falling on her. Although she did not look back, she still felt uncomfortable as if someone had seen through her.
"Which unruly slave!?" Jiang Xiuping scolded harshly, turning her head to look at the source of her gaze, "If you don't go to the front and be busy, you are lazy here! -"
There is a person sitting on the pillar in the corridor, with one leg stretched out and one leg bent. He is sitting on the long platform of the clean corridor, with his back leaning against the stone pillar. He is young and dressed in white.
It was strange that today was a great day for Tong Hua'an, the eldest young master of the Tong family, to get married. There was a stranger sitting here dressed in white. Moreover, she didn't know when this person came, even though he was only half a body away from her.
This person looked unfamiliar, but he was very good-looking, especially his eyes, which were affectionate and cold. These two completely opposite emotions blended together perfectly in this person's eyes, making Jiang Xiuping inexplicably nervous and subconsciously