How long did it take for such a special woman to die? He couldn't wait to find a new love? Does he still have any conscience? Liu Jiyuan knew that it was none of his business, and he could even say that he had killed that woman.
But whenever I think of that proud and fearless girl, I feel uncomfortable. I feel sorry for her because she wholeheartedly believes that the man in front of her is her husband! Bah! He is just a man who has changed his mind. If he has any good qualities, he will not let her die.
It's not worth it to go with him!
Tang Qingcang raised his eyebrows, suppressed the anger in his heart, and forced a smile, "Of course it's the person written on the wedding invitation, haven't you read it?"
Liu Jiyuan was stunned for the duration of a stick of incense, and asked quietly, "Jun Aorong?" Is she not dead? How could she escape that disaster? The fire was so strong at that time,
She was locked in a secret room and couldn't escape. Her chance of survival was extremely slim.
"Of course." Tang Qingcang had a trace of sarcasm in his eyes. At this time, he still didn't know that Ao Rong was the one who started the fire. He really thought too highly of himself and looked down on others. "Except for her, this king
I don’t want to marry another woman.” After saying this, a warm feeling came to my heart.
"She..." After receiving the confirmation, Liu Jiyuan had mixed feelings. At this moment, he couldn't tell whether he was lucky or regretful. He only knew that he could see her again, that proud and indifferent woman.
Suddenly Qingcang's eyes lit up, and he looked past him directly behind him, with a look of surprise on his face, "She's here."
Liu Jiyuan then turned his head and looked stunned.
The woman came in all shapes and sizes, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. Her bright red embroidered gauze wedding dress was swaying, her long skirt touched the floor, and her small waist was too small to hold a hand. As she followed
Walking slowly step by step, she is as graceful as a fairy, with myriads of graces and radiant lotus steps, and her skin is as beautiful as gelatin. She is incomparably more delicate and beautiful. The national beauty is fragrant. Her snow-white skin is set off against the bright red clothes.
shameful
Wherever it goes, it brings a faint fragrance, elegant and pleasant, like a hundred flowers blooming, and like green grass everywhere.
Qingcang stretched out his left hand to greet his most beautiful bride, his eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.
Aorong met his gaze and gave him a charming smile. Her smile was full of joy and happiness.
Gradually, the two hands were only an inch apart, and they were able to hold each other immediately.