At night, the wedding celebration that had been particularly lively during the day suddenly became quiet. Today's wedding between Yan Xiaolan and Shangguan Wudao was attended by many upper-class people in Hangzhou, but there were no people from Zhang Haotian's camp. Because Zhang Haotian and others
People, like other upper-class people in Hangzhou, all want to come to curry favor with the Shangguan family, or to witness Shangguan Wudao's elegant demeanor and the grand atmosphere of the wedding.
The entire wedding was carefully organized by the most famous wedding company in Hangzhou. It was grand and lively, and its momentum was no less grand than the wedding of Zhang Yicheng, a wealthy man in Hangzhou.
The streets and alleys from West Lake to Star Bay Dream Manor were decorated with lights and colorful decorations, fireworks were rising and blooming, and the deafening sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums resounded through the sky. Waves of cheers rang out from the crowd watching, and there was a joyous and lively scene everywhere.
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The day before the wedding, the gate of Star Bay Dream Manor was hung with red silk flowers. Inside the villa, the beams and pillars were all painted with new vermilion paint. The pavilions, pavilions and branches were all hung with red silk flowers and lanterns.
, lights were decorated everywhere, gongs and drums were beating loudly, waiters and guests came and went, and they were very busy.
At this time, in the wedding room decorated with flowers and joy, the newlywed Yan Xiaolan, wearing a white wedding dress, sat quietly on the red Simmons bed. When she heard the sound of the waiter and guests walking out of the door, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
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She never imagined that this wedding would be so complicated and tiring.
Taking off the miscellaneous jewelry and throwing it on the bed, Yan Xiaolan quickly stood up. The snow-white incandescent light reflected her elegant and beautiful face, with cloud-like hair on her temples, starry eyes like water, a nose like Qiong Yao, and cherry lips and white teeth.
There are slight dimples on the cheeks, the hands are like catkins, the ice skin is stronger than snow, and there is a faint sadness and beauty in the whole body.
Her long black hair was tied up in a luxurious and dazzling hairstyle. On the top of her hair, she wore the long beaded jewelry that a bride should have. It trembled down, and there was a diamond strip between her neck.
The necklace was swaying unsteadily, and seemed to jingle as soon as I walked.
The appearance that was originally very ordinary, now after some dressing up, looks more like a rare beauty. Yan Xiaolan looked at the mirror in the wedding room and smiled. Now she finally understood the meaning of "Buddha".
The truth contained in the sentence "You rely on gold, you rely on clothes". Unfortunately, what's the use of trying to impress others? It's not that you can't wake up his memory, or eliminate the hatred in his heart that hates him.
The pitiful expression on Yan Xiaolan's face lacked the shyness and joy that a newlywed would have. Instead, there was a solemn look between Yan Xiaolan's eyebrows, as if she was preparing for a battle.
Each piece of carefully carved rosewood furniture inlaid with gold and jade exudes classical charm, showing luxury and richness. The tables and chairs carved from rosewood and the delicate screen windows block a little of the moonlight. Yan Xiaolan walks slowly
Go to the bedside, open the curtains, and the bright moonlight shines into the wedding room.
Yan Xiaolan under the moonlight, the shadow behind her makes the old man look long, thin, miserable, determined, sad,,,
At just the right moment, a slight gust of wind suddenly blew in outside the window.
Yan Xiaolan pursed her lips lightly, stretched her hands out the window, and let her fingertips tremble slightly in the breeze. Smelling the subtle and light earthy aroma that came with the wind, Yan Xiaolan's mood seemed to relax a little.
She smiled slightly and raised her eyes. Two strands of hair on her temples seemed to hang down inadvertently, as thin as cicada wings. The wind blew gently, making her look even more charming.
Looking out the window, a crescent moon exudes a soft light, hanging high in the sky, and the stars are looming, showing the tranquility after the hustle and bustle. In Yan Xiaolan's eyes, she is looking forward to a future that is slightly better than she imagined.
As the days pass, my thoughts can’t help but drift away like the wind,,,
Suddenly, a crisp and melodious sound of wind chimes sounded. Yan Xiaolan suddenly looked back and saw the tinkling sound of the wind chimes hanging on the wedding bed, which seemed to slide through people's hearts like spring water, making people feel happy.
"How come there are... in the room, does he also like wind chimes?!" Yan Xiaolan was a little surprised and thought of Shangguan Wudao's rare smile in a hundred years.
"Will he,,., come back?" Muttering to herself, Yan Xiaolan closed the curtains with her hands, returned to the bed, and lay down with her arms and legs spread out, feeling very weak.
The next moment, the door was pushed open, and a calm, noble, cold, tall and straight figure with an angry and fierce look suddenly appeared at the door.
Yan Xiaolan stared at him, looking at his appearance in the snowy white and bright lights. With his handsome face like a knife, he was dressed in a crisp suit. He looked very handsome, sexy and sultry.
Shangguan Wudao's cold gaze lingered on Yan Xiaolan for a moment, then quickly moved away, only to see his gracefully curved thin lips move, and a cold and sarcastic voice came, "You are so unwilling to be lonely, just now...
Do you miss the moon?"
Yan Xiaolan was slightly startled, her long eyelashes like butterfly feathers drooped slightly, and she said with a gentle smile: "How can Wu Dao say that to Xiaolan? You must know that Xiaolan is now your legitimate and legal wife! It was just a delay just now
I didn't see Wudao come in, so I just watched the moonlight for a while."
At the end, Yan Xiaolan returned the words from her heart and couldn't help but said, "Actually, the moonlight tonight is really beautiful!"
Shangguan Wudao snorted coldly, his indifferent tone full of sarcasm, "Are you blaming me for neglecting you?"
Yan Xiaolan pursed her lips, suppressed the annoyance in her heart, leaned over slightly and said: "How could it be? Even if you really neglect me, I will still stand closest to you and look at you! I know her
Death, I have a certain responsibility, but do you know that I..."
Shangguan Wudao sneered and sneered: "No? You don't need to pretend to be compassionate. Don't you really want to be my wife? Now you finally get what you want? o(n_n)o Haha~"
Yan Xiaolan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her lips parted slightly, but she didn't say a word.
A sneer appeared on Shangguan Wudao's lips, and he said sarcastically: "Haha, my wife is really in a good mood. During the wedding night, she didn't forget to open the window and admire the moon."
Yan Xiaolan remained silent again, lowering her head slightly to cover up the sadness and coldness in her eyes.
Shangguan Wudao looked at Yan Xiaolan's behavior and ignored it. He strode to the bedside, took off his suit, threw it aside, and sat down with a gloomy face.
After a moment, he raised his cold black eyes again and said to Yan Xiaolan in a commanding tone: "Come here!"
His handsome face was as cold as marble, and there were faint icy flames dancing in his black eyes.
Yan Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and finally walked towards the bed. She was not shocked by the bone-gnawing coldness emanating from his body, but because...
Walking to the bed, with a pretty face and lowered eyes, Yan Xiaolan cast her gaze on the ground and stood beside the bed, motionless.
Shangguan Wudao raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his face slightly, and said coldly: "Why are you still standing there? Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed!"
Yan Xiaolan frowned, pursed her lips slightly, and said nothing. A strong sense of humiliation came over her. The other person's eyes were cold and cruel, as if he was a shrewd hunter, estimating the value of his prey. Such him,
She is unfeeling and weak-natured, and she can't feel the familiarity at all.
"You,,,really can't come back???" Shangguan Wudao was confused by Yan Xiaolan's words.
"Since you are unwilling to take action, then you have to let me do it for you!" Shangguan Wudao snorted, narrowed his narrow black eyes, a hint of displeasure rose in his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and firmly grasped Yan Xiaolan's slender body.
Yan Xiaolan can resist, and she has enough ability to resist. Her current martial arts skills are no worse than Shangguan Wudao. However, she did not resist, not at all. Her body was limp and allowed to be manipulated by Shangguan Wudao.
Own.
Finally, the pain in her wrist continued to hit, and Yan Xiaolan couldn't help but scream in pain, raised her eyebrows and unexpectedly met Shangguan Wudao's gaze. The other person's eyes were like a bottomless black hole, and there seemed to be something hidden inside.
The deep-seated hatred, deep and gloomy, could make her doomed if she were not careful.
Then, there was a sound of the wedding dress being torn. Yan Xiaolan's dress turned into rags and scattered everywhere in Shangguan Wudao's hands. He pressed her under him without mercy.
"Open up!"
Although Yan Xiaolan had been mentally prepared to sacrifice herself, she still felt a little scared when she heard Shangguan Wudao's rude words.
"Spread your legs!"
Shangguan Wudao's voice became colder with each sentence, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. Yan Xiaolan could not feel any warmth, as if she was in a world of ice and snow, lost for a moment, and he cruelly took away her innocence.
"ah!"
The severe pain made Yan Xiaolan couldn't help but scream. Her pink nails dug into the flesh of Shangguan Wudao's arm, and blood immediately appeared. A tear of complicated emotions slipped quietly from the corner of Yan Xiaolan's eyes and quickly disappeared into her hair.
Middle. The little face is twisted due to the pain, and is as pale as paper, with some scattered hair, swinging on the shaky mattress, precariously...
Waves of bone-gnawing pain made Yan Xiaolan's mind become confused. She comforted herself, just endure it and it will be fine. Just endure it and it will be fine... She closed her eyes subconsciously. The moment her eyes were about to close,
, a cold and sarcastic voice sounded from above.
"Don't you want to be my wife? How do you feel now? Very comfortable, right?" Shangguan Wudao looked evil, holding Yan Xiaolan's small chin with one hand, spitting out dirty words from his thin lips.
"Oh! You...go away!" Yan Xiaolan's eyes filled with tears and she whimpered like a little animal. She was in too much pain to say anything in reply.
"Does it hurt? Don't worry, I will make it more painful for you..." Shangguan Wudao leaned down, a sneer escaped from the corner of his lips, his fierce look made people shudder, and his cold eyes were like a poisonous needle,
Pin Yan Xiaolan so that she can't move.
"No, please... be gentle!" Yan Xiaolan pushed back with both hands. Shangguan's Wudao gaze made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice kiln. Her whole body felt cold and she shivered from the cold.
However, the burning pain spread upwards, as if her internal organs were being burned by fire. Her body and mind could not escape the torment of ice and fire...