"The auspicious time has come -" Hearing the shrill voice of the little eunuch outside the door, Zhao Yuan was immersed in despair. He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again,
There was no trace of colorful light, and the pure eyes were neither happy nor sad, but it made people feel uncomfortable.
"Master Yuan, it's time to go." Xiaodouzi reminded him softly from behind.
Zhao Yuan nodded gently and walked out.
According to the rules, Zhao Yuan first went to pick up Guo Wanrou and get into the sedan. She was wearing a phoenix crown and Xia Pei, and a red hijab covered her shy face. Xiniang helped her get into the sedan.
Afterwards, Zhao Yuan rode on a tall horse and walked in front, with the bearers carrying the sedan behind him. A group of wedding guests came out of Li's main gate in a grand manner.
The joy in the streets did not make Zhao Yuan feel the slightest bit moved. His heart stopped beating completely as Leng Changxi disappeared. Just as Leng Zhanchen said that this was his fate, he could only accept it, but he did not.
There is room for resistance.
The stable boy led the horse and walked slowly down the street. Zhao Yuan glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly felt that these people came to see his excitement, his despair, and his sadness.
As he walked through the streets one by one, Zhao Yuan's heart felt as calm as still water, as if the cheers along the streets had nothing to do with him, and the joy that caught his eyes had nothing to do with him.
When the stable boy walked to the intersection of West Street, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but glance at Furong Nuanchun. The white that caught his eyes made his pupils shrink sharply, and his heart beat hard for a moment.
An inexplicable excitement surged from the bottom of his heart, making his hand holding the reins tremble slightly.
"What's going on in front?" Zhao Yuan asked the stable boy, with a subtle tremor in his voice.
The stable boy squinted his eyes, looked at it for a while and said, "I don't know which house it is. It seems that there is a funeral today and a white cloth has been hung. Don't worry, sir. The guards have already gone to take care of it."
Ma Tong thought he was worried that bad luck would interfere with his happy event, so he quickly explained to Zhao Yuan.
"Mourning?" Zhao Yuan's heart was pinched hard, the pain was so severe that even his breathing became unstable.
All kinds of bad thoughts rushed into his mind, and he felt more and more frightened, and his whole body was cold. In a short period of time, cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking the wedding robe.
"Take me there and have a look." Furong Nuanchun is Chen Shaoxuan's place. He always felt that Leng Changxi's disappearance was related to Chen Shaoxuan, but even if Leng Zhanchen was asked to keep an eye on Chen Shaoxuan, he could not find any suspicious information. Today he
He was overjoyed, but Furong Nuanchun was mourning. For some reason, he always felt that it was related to Leng Changxi.
"Young master, it's not good." The stable boy didn't expect that he would have such thoughts. He was stunned for a moment: "Today is your big day. It's better to leave these unlucky things to the guards. You will be contaminated. If you delay the good luck,
That would be troublesome."
"Past." There was a trace of doubt in Zhao Yuan's voice.
The horse boy looked a little embarrassed and wanted to offer some advice, but when he came into contact with Zhao Yuan's cold face, he shut up obediently and led the horse towards Furong Nuanchun.
Chen Shaoxuan was confronting the guards, shaking the iron fan in his hand, looking at the person in front of him calmly, with a hint of ridicule on his lips.
The guard was so suppressed by his sinister temperament that he didn't dare to take a step forward. He could only show off with his knife. The team welcoming the bride was getting closer and closer, and he could only sweat with cold sweat on his forehead. He was really anxious.
Going forward is death, and retreating is also death.
Listening to the clatter of horse hoofs, Chen Shaoxuan raised his eyes slightly. When he saw Zhao Yuan, who was riding a tall horse, wearing a wedding robe and a red flower on his chest, the smile on his lips became even colder.
When Chen Shaoxuan saw him, Zhao Yuan also saw Chen Shaoxuan. The two of them looked at each other across the crowd, with the same coldness and unwillingness to be outdone.
Zhao Yuan asked the stable boy to stop the horse seven steps away from Chen Shaoxuan.
Feeling that Chen Shaoxuan's eyes turned to the captain of the guard behind him, he trembled slightly and turned his head to look back. When he saw Zhao Yuan, he was frightened to death and quickly knelt on the ground.
Zhao Yuan chuckled twice and walked out of the crowd, and those people automatically made way for him.
He waved his fan and stopped in front of Zhao Yuan, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Master Yuan, congratulations!"
The congratulations made Zhao Yuan completely cold-faced. He stared at Chen Shaoxuan with cold eyes. After a long time, he sneered and said: "I am getting married today. It is an honor for me to receive the congratulations from Mr. Chen. But I don't know Mr. Chen.
Why is the white cloth hung high? Is it possible that someone is mourning?"
Zhao Yuan's words were inquiring, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Of course there is a reason for hanging the white cloth. Someone is going to be mourning today. Is it possible that we can't hang the white cloth?" Chen Shaoxuan's eyebrows were high and his voice was cold.
Zhao Yuan looked at his expression closely, feeling slightly relaxed. Looking at Chen Shaoxuan's expression, it seemed that it was not Leng Changxi who was mourning. In order to confirm more clearly, Zhao Yuan slowly asked: "Who is that?"
Chen Shaoxuan seemed to have expected that he would say this, and there was a smile on his lips: "If Mr. Yuan wants to know, how about taking some time to enjoy the dance choreographed for you by our girls from Lotus Warm Spring?"
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Hearing what Chen Shaoxuan said, Zhao Yuan unconsciously squinted his eyes. His intuition told him that there must be a reason for Chen Shaoxuan to do this. For some reason, Zhao Yuan felt frightened when he thought of the reason.
He wanted to refuse, but he felt vaguely that if he refused, he would definitely miss something. After weighing it carefully, Zhao Yuan nodded gently.
"Young Master..." The stable boy frowned and looked at Zhao Yuan uneasily.
"Back off!" Zhao Yuan's voice was undeniably cold.
"Nanny Li, what's going on?" Guo Wanrou felt the sedan stop, feeling vaguely uneasy in her heart, and asked in a low voice to Nanny Li who was standing outside the sedan.
"I don't know who Mr. Yuan met. He seemed to have been stopped. It looks like he still needs to wait for a while."
As soon as she heard that Zhao Yuan had been stopped, Guo Wanrou's heart skipped a beat, and the figure of Leng Changxi appeared in her mind, so she asked nervously: "Mother Li, who stopped Mr. Yuan?"
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"I don't know, I just know he is a young master." Aunt Li answered truthfully.
Hearing that it was a man, Guo Wanrou frowned a little, but the uneasiness in her heart still did not dissipate.