Heavy snow is flying all over the sky, the cold wind is howling in all directions, and gongs and drums are ringing in my ears.
Zhenliang was wearing a bright red bridal outfit, with a red headband like a mandarin duck playing in the water on her head, and a strong red silk ribbon tied around her waist. Her feet were on the soft snow, her head hung low.
There are only deep potholes on the upper.
One step at a time, but it was not a step that gave her stability and peace.
Through the slightly swaying red headband, Zhenliang could occasionally see the back of a man a dozen steps away from him - Nangong Lie.
That is Nangong Lie, the emperor of the Daxin Kingdom who took her into the palace.
Nangong Lie held the other end of the red ribbon in his hand, leading her forward step by step, forcing her not to stay for a moment.
Looking at the back of Nangong Lie's tall and tall man several times, Zhenliang's mouth became tighter and tighter, and gradually became more and more deflated.
Just looking at his handsome back that attracted people's imagination, she could believe that his appearance was indeed as unique as others had described.
But it is unique in the world, so what can it do to her?
She didn't care at all that he was unique in the world!
What she craves is a clean man who can be devoted and affectionate to her, and Nangong Lie cannot fulfill these requirements.
A gust of slanting wind blew Zhenliang's red hood away, and it fell on the snow nearby. It was so lonely and striking, but no one said a word, let alone helped to pick it up.
Zhenliang raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the dark red palace door, his dark pupils shrinking involuntarily.
She thought of two lines of poetry and naturally changed them: Once entering the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and from now on, freedom is like a passer-by.
Before stepping into the palace gate, can she try to escape again? Even if the hope is slim, can she still want to escape once?
Zhenliang stopped, but before he could take a breath, the pulling force on the red ribbon suddenly increased.
As a result, Zhenliang's feet that had not yet stood firm immediately staggered forward, and instead took a bigger step.
Nangong Lie is really a terrifying man! It's like he has eyes on his back! He even seems to be able to understand what she is thinking!
Zhenliang glared bitterly at Nangong Lie in front of him, and his feet had to move faster and faster in coordination.
"Deng, Deng, Deng - Deng, Deng, Deng -"
Just when Zhenliang gave up the last thought of escaping, the sound of rapid horse hooves came to his ears, from far to near, from soft to loud.
Just as Zhenliang was about to listen, a familiar male voice seemed to come from the empty sky.
"Yu Chi is so cool!"
He called her Yuchi Zhenliang.
There was only one cry, and there was no more sound. However, the sound of the horse's hoofs got closer and faster, as if it was almost behind her.
Zhenliang suddenly turned his head, who was coming towards him? The third master and a maroon horse!
The third master was wearing a bright red robe, full of joy, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of vitality and deep meaning as he looked at her.
Is he here to pick her up? Has he changed his mind? Is he her white horse, oh no, the prince on the red horse?
Zhenliang opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. The red ribbon tied around her waist was suddenly pulled hard by Nangong Lie. This time, Nangong Lie must have been angry, and the force he exerted knocked her ruthlessly.
Teared to the ground.
She was caught off guard and fell onto the cold snow. It was really cold but she didn't feel cold, because the last surprise and hope rose in her heart.
Behind him was Nangong Lie, who was staring at him coldly, and in front of him were the Third Master and the palace guard of honor, etc., but between heaven and earth, the only one Zhenliang could see was the Third Master.
Her eyes, like his, were shining with the shining light of hope.
However, she didn't dare to ask easily. What if the purpose of Third Master's coming had nothing to do with her? Maybe he just came to congratulate her, or to tell her that he also got married today, and the bride was Zi Wu, who happened to be
Saw her while passing by?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind, but the maroon horse that the third master was riding continued to gallop towards her regardless of everything. This was the only undeniable fact.
"ah--"
Countless people screamed in horror, because they all thought that the horse was about to trample Zhenliang violently, turning Zhenliang into a corpse under its feet.
Zhenliang didn't scream, but her eyes widened in horror.
However, knowing that the danger was approaching, knowing that she could avoid it as long as she got up or rolled to the side, she fell to the ground motionless, looking at the third master's shining black eyes, as if she wanted to go further.
See him in your heart.
At the critical moment, the surrounding screams rang out again. This time, it was not because the horse trampled to death the concubine who had not had time to enter the palace. It was because when the horse passed by Zhenliang, the third master had only one foot to hook the horse.
The saddle and the rest of the horse fell towards Zhenliang.
The posture is both beautiful and unrestrained, and the whole figure seems to be hanging upside down, which is thrilling and thrilling.
In the blink of an eye, Zhen Liang was picked up from the snow by his shoulders and placed firmly on the saddle.
The horse also braked obediently and stopped at this time.
Zhenliang sat in front, and Third Master sat in the back. The saddle instantly seemed narrow, but because their bodies were so close to each other, they both felt the ultimate warmth and safety.
Nangong Lie held the hand with the red ribbon and exerted force again. Zhenliang's body involuntarily fell to one side. If the third master behind him hadn't tightly held her waist, she would have fallen off the horse long ago.
Zhenliang bit her lip tightly and looked angrily at Nangong Lie, who had turned towards her.
She didn't know when the fog started to spread, and she could see Nangong Lie's tall body, but she couldn't clearly see his young and handsome face.
Seeing that the mist was about to be blown away by the wind, the third master behind him used his palm as a blade to easily split the red ribbon and split it into two.
In an instant, the red ribbon on Zhenliang's waist was still there, but it was no longer restricted by Nangong Lie. The severed end had fallen into the snow, as if it had lost its vitality and joy in an instant.
"You surnamed San, you are so presumptuous." Nangong Lie's rather ethereal voice came angrily from the other side of the mist.
The Third Master laughed boldly and said, "I'm afraid if I don't act presumptuously, your happiness in this life will be ruined. I'll offend you and take my leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, the third master shouted "drive", and the horse galloped away with "kick, kick, kick".
The cold wind on my face stung like a knife, but it was so cold that my heart blossomed and I was extremely happy.
Turning his face slightly, Zhenliang saw the guards chasing after him. Only Nangong Lie was still standing in the mist, holding a broken red silk ribbon in his hand.
"Reluctant to leave and want to look back?" Suddenly, the third master's displeased voice came to Zhenliang's ears.
Zhenliang smiled slyly, "What if you want to turn back?"
"It's too late. He already has enough brides. He doesn't need you. But I can only have you as my bride."
The third master's words were both domineering and affectionate. Zhenliang almost doubled over with laughter. She looked forward with joy, without the slightest fear that the two of them would be overtaken by the guards behind them.
Because she believes he has the ability to get rid of them.
Her belief was indeed correct. Within half an hour, there was no sound of pursuit from behind.
The maroon horse brought the two of them to a deserted place. Although it was a land of ice and snow, there were green trees and red flowers interspersed in the ice and snow, with white as the background and red and green as embellishments. The scenery was really beautiful.
The third master hugged Zhenliang and dismounted, pointed to the vast distance, and said with great enthusiasm, "Today we will worship here and get married."
Zhenliang looked at the white sky and smiled mischievously, "There is no church here, so it doesn't count as a marriage ceremony. I hope we can worship the sun here and get married, so I refuse to marry you unless the sun rises."
The third master put his hand on the back of Zhenliang's head, caressing it gently, with a doting smile on his lips, "I have a way to make the sun rise immediately to fulfill your wish."
Before Zhenliang could ask, the third master had already forcefully held her waist, pressed her soft body against his, and kissed her lips eagerly.
The moment his lips were touched, Zhenliang had a smile in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this man really dares to use old-fashioned tricks? Isn't it embarrassing?
However, knowing that his trick was outdated, Zhenliang still responded enthusiastically and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the deep kiss he gave her.
