Yun Dieyi reached out and rubbed his hair, "You caught the hydrangea, so my sister is going to marry you. Aren't you happy?"
When Jun Feimo heard this, he hugged Yun Dieyi and said, "Feimo is happy. If there is any delicious food in the future, Feimo will keep it for my sister. Feimo's things are also my sister's, and Feimo's people are also my sisters."
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He didn't know much about marriage, he just knew that if she married him, she would be with him in the future.
For him, there is nothing more joyful than this.
Hearing Jun Feimo's words, Yun Dieyi frowned. She didn't want his things. A gentleman wouldn't take love away from others, but his people were also hers? Is this a weird situation?
What does she want his people to do? Use them as hard labor? In this case, she would not be able to part with them.
This Jun Feimo is getting more and more cute when he talks.
Jun Feimo ignored everyone's looks and directly filtered out the complex and inquiring eyes. He pulled Yun Dieyi's clothes by the corner and said, "Sister, let's go back."
Yun Dieyi smiled and stroked his hair, "Okay."
…On the day of the wedding, when the sky was still dark and the night sky still enveloped the world, Yun Dieyi was awakened and began to wash up. She had just left Jintao and was not yet fully awake, with a few blurry colors in her eyes.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, watching the maids busy in front of her, she looked leisurely at the bronze mirror in front of her. Out of boredom, she could only study the patterns around the bronze mirror carefully.
When the lines around the bronze mirror became boring, he picked up the rouge and rubbed it on his fingertips.
She had never known that getting married was such a boring thing.
There are maids to do her makeup, apply rouge, tie her hair into a bun, draw her eyebrows, and dye her lips. All she has to do is sit here and be tortured.
She didn't know if other women would stare at themselves in the bronze mirror before getting married to see if their makeup was perfect and bring out the beauty of the country, so as to keep the attention of the person they married.
Anyway, she was too lazy to pay attention to her makeup, because she was not a beauty in the first place.
Heroes age, beauties fade, nothing lasts forever, and she doesn't care what her appearance looks like.
She didn't know if other women would be filled with uneasiness, mixed with sweetness, and small expectations before getting married, and they would toss and turn to describe the appearance of the person they married.