As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The autumn weather is bright and cool, and the crops in the farm are ripe. From afar, they look golden. Red silk is hung on both sides of the road in the farm. Today is He Yue's wedding day.

The auspicious day of double month and double day implies eternal love and everlasting happiness for two people.

In the manor, He Yue sat in front of a bronze mirror, and the matchmaker twisted her face with two thin threads, saying with emotion, "You are truly the most beautiful bride that an old woman like me has ever seen."

He Yue was wearing a red wedding gown, a gorgeous bun, and a golden crown and jade hairpin. She smiled shyly, as if the lady in the painting had come alive before her eyes.

She was undoubtedly more gorgeous today than before, with her eyebrows drawn, powdered, and red lipstick on, which made people feel flustered and easily bewitchable when they saw her.

The matchmaker put down the thread in her hand, put the red veil on He Yue's head, and said auspicious words, "I wish you two a happy marriage..."

"The groom will be here soon to pick up the bride." The matchmaker took He Yue's hand and helped her over the threshold.

"Once you cross the threshold, you will be able to overcome all the difficulties in the future."

There were many farm ladies outside who volunteered to help. He Yue gave them some money on the pretext of sharing the good fortune. It wasn't much, but it was a token of her appreciation.

Next to the wedding sedan, Fan Yuan, dressed in a red wedding gown, paced back and forth nervously, sweat pouring down his upright and simple face.

He subconsciously wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but was stopped by his friend, who stuffed a handkerchief into his hand, "Use a handkerchief, how can you wipe the sweat with your wedding dress, you fool!"

"Okay, okay!" Fan Yuan was shaking his head and took the handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"The bride is coming out!" a maid shouted.

Fan Yuan's body seemed to be stiff, and the only thing he could see in his eyes was He Yue's figure, her bright red wedding dress, and the red veil covering her face.

She was really going to marry him, and from now on she would be his wife, Fan Yuan!

Fan Yuan swallowed and felt his throat dry and itchy. He wiped the sweat from his palms with the handkerchief in his hand and threw the handkerchief back into his friend's hands.

Fan Yuan's friend laughed and scolded, "You useless fool!"

"Madam, let me help you get into the sedan!" Fan Yuan helped He Yue get into the sedan carefully.

After the curtain of the sedan chair was lowered, Fan Yuan also got on the horse. It was the best horse he rented. The horse was tall and handsome, which made Fan Yuan look more handsome.

"Lift the sedan!" the matchmaker shouted with a smile.

The sedan chair was lifted up by the bearers, and the red veil in front of He Yue's eyes shook.

He Yue pursed her lips and clasped her hands together nervously. Ye Liroujia's little face showed nervousness.

No woman would not feel nervous when she voluntarily enters into marriage.

"Gee!" Fan Yuan rode slowly in the front with a look of joy on his face. The sedan chair followed behind, and there was a group of people playing music beside him.

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It was dusk, the wedding ceremony was in progress, and the sedan chair was about to arrive.

But at this moment, an accident happened!

"Da! Da! Da!" The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer.

Soldiers in armor blocked all the roads around the village.

It was impossible to count how many people there were, a black mass. The swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and their armor glowed with a terrifying cold light.

"what!"

"What's going on! Sir, we are just ordinary people and have done nothing wrong!"

"what happened?!"

The sedan chair was put down all of a sudden, everyone was in a panic, the red silk on the sedan chair fell to the ground and was accidentally stepped on by someone.

"What's wrong?" He Yue, who was sitting in the sedan, was shaken several times. He leaned his hands against the wall with a look of fear.

Fan Yuan's voice, pretending to be calm, came from outside, "Don't be afraid, ma'am. I think it has nothing to do with us."

He Yue felt a little relieved. She was still wearing a red veil, and all she could see was a sea of ​​red. The matchmaker said it was unlucky if the veil fell to the ground before being lifted by the groom.

He Yue didn't believe this, but was willing to abide by it.

Fan Yuan dismounted, but was pinned to the ground by the leading general, with an unsheathed sword across his neck.

Fan Yuanhao's eyes turned red with anger, "Why did you use a sword for no reason?"

But soon the knife was placed on his neck and he dared not speak.

He Yue in the sedan took off the red veil on her head!

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone was afraid that the next knife would fall on their necks.

Suddenly, a man in dark blue brocade robe walked towards the wedding sedan.

The man's aura was as cold and frosty as a mountain, making it impossible to look directly at him.

She clearly had a fairy-like appearance, but her eyes were filled with brutality and coldness.

Ning Rushong placed his fair and slender hands on the door of the sedan chair. He suddenly opened it and a stunningly beautiful newlywed lady came into his sight.

"He Yue, tell me who you are going to marry!"

This sentence was dark and terrifying, as if mixed with a strange and cold feeling.

"Oh, by the way, you are going to marry a blacksmith, and I am here to present you with your wedding present."

This sentence is gentle and mellow, like a polite guest at a banquet.