Desperate

Dou Huaiye thought he had heard wrong.

The already sluggish brain ached sharply, and Dou Huaiye couldn't tell whether the man who was full of lies from the beginning to the end was lying to himself again.

She did a stupid thing.

She couldn't help but glanced at Dou Huaimian's face in the direction of the seat below.

Her only remaining relative in this world was looking at her faintly, those eyes like mirrors were full of hidden murderous intent.

Dou Huaimian seemed to be blaming her, but also seemed to be urging her.

What are you waiting for?

What are you hesitating about?

Liang Qian looked over with her gaze, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a complicated smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "So, it's true."

The priest standing between the two looked at the pair of newlyweds who were at odds with each other in bewilderment.

Dou Huaiye suddenly turned her head, her gaze was dyed red by the sudden anger, if it wasn't for the white gauze covering her face, all the guests in the audience could see her expression of grief and indignation: "You are lying to me again. "

If her eyes could roar, she would have let everyone in the audience hear her cry.

This has been suppressed for a long time, endured for a long time, the painful roar of being deceived by a lover.

Liang Qian rolled her eyes, and forcibly suppressed the indelible sadness in her eyes: "You want to kill me, and I'm lying to you even to protect myself?"

"Since you know all about it, why bother to be hypocritical." Dou Huaiye closed his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Let me ask you, you don't know anything about 'Nirvana' and Qingyue?"

She finally asked the question.

Although it is such an inappropriate occasion.

But she couldn't take it anymore, if she didn't know Liang Qian's attitude until she died, she might not feel at ease even if she buried her in the ground.

The truth is crueler than a lie, but she is Dou Huaiye, who can't rub the sand in her eyes, so she wants the truth.

She wondered in a daze why she chose Liang Qian.

This man seemed like the opposite of the real thing, like the negative teaching material she had been looking for all her life.

However, Dou Huaiye still fell in love with a liar named Liang Qian without hesitation.

It can only be said that good fortune makes people, and emotions make people.

Even the newlyweds had been together for too long, and the guests all over the venue had already started commotion, whispering and whispering for a while.

Li Haiyao, who was standing beside the two, was also at a loss. The queen took a step forward, as if she wanted to persuade this untimely contradiction, but Wu Guiyuan held her arm.

Wu Guiyuan looked at her with deep and calm eyes, just like countless times when the queen didn't know what to do, she just had to listen to him.

Wu Guiyuan is always right, he can always make the most correct decision for himself.

Li Haiyao stopped in his tracks and forced a smile at Wu Guiyuan.

Wu Guiyuan smiled, patted her on the shoulder, and whispered to Li Haiyao: "It's just a small bickering between young people, Xiaoqian knows the seriousness."

Is this really the case? The scene in front of her was obviously not so simple, but Li Haiyao didn't believe him for the first time, but the long-term compromise made her unable to refute him.

What is real, is Wu Guiyuan lying to himself?

For the first time, she asked herself such a question.

"If I say that I don't know about Qingyue, will you believe me?" Liang Qian stared at her and asked.

Dou Huaiye suddenly realized that she couldn't do it anymore.

The emotion called "trust" between them has been exhausted for some time, and Dou Huaiye knows that he still has feelings for this man, but he can no longer believe a single word he said.

"That's, about 'nirvana,' you know."

Liang Qian remained silent and did not deny it.

The priest at the side was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He didn't know what would happen to him if he messed up such a wedding that attracted so much attention from the entire empire.He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and urged the groom: "Mr. Liang, can we...can we start saying prayers?"

Hearing the sound, Liang Qian turned around, and he held Dou Huaiye's hand, with another smile on his face, "Of course."

"You..." Dou Huai and Ye Xing glared angrily. She really didn't expect this person to be so shameless that he dared to continue to drag her to the wedding even after tearing his face.

"Please." Liang Qian lowered his head, his lips almost brushed her cheek, he lowered his head to look into the eyes of his fiancée, there was a look of pleading in those always domineering peach eyes: "I promise, you just need Be patient until Li Cheng, and I will give you what you want."

Dou Huaiye broke free from his embrace coldly, but didn't want to pull away anymore, but turned to face the priest, leaving Liang Qian with a cold profile.

Liang Qian was slightly relieved, and looked at the priest with a pale face.

"Bridegroom Liang Qian... Would you follow God's instructions to marry this lady beside you, and regard her as your only partner and lover in your life, respect her, love her, and cherish her no matter whether you are rich or poor, whether you are born, old, sick, or dead?" She, Liang Qian, with Er's full name, are you willing to make a promise?"

"I am willing." Obviously he had heard the cliché countless times, but that short vow was imprinted on Liang Qian's heart like a brand, and he replied solemnly and briskly.

He turned his head slightly to see Dou Huaiye's expression, he didn't have the extravagant hope to see her smile, but he only thought that it would be nice if he could meet her eyes.

She might not believe it, Liang Qian smiled wryly, the oath he uttered at this moment in his mouth full of lies was true.

He is real, wants to respect her, cherish her, love her, and spend the rest of his life with her.

Dou Huaiye didn't seem to care about his sincerity at all, but just stared at the priest who was facing her expressionlessly.

"Bride Dou Huaiye, are you willing to marry this man around you under God's guidance, and regard him as your only companion and lover in your life, regardless of wealth or poverty, whether you are born, old, sick or dead, respect him, love him, and cherish him He, Dou Huaiye, with Er's full name, are you willing to make a promise?"

long silence.

The huge church was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Standing in the shadow of the fire escape, Cen Lu looked at Liang Qian who was at a loss on the stage, his nails dug deep into his fists, leaving bruises.

Pleasure and sympathy coexist in my heart.

I really didn't expect that a person who treats everyone as a chess piece and spends his whole life playing games is just an involuntary pawn on the chessboard in the end.

The silence became thicker and more unbearable with the passage of time, and the eyes of the crowd became more and more strange, even with a heart like a mirror, the eyes had changed from wishing the newcomers to looking forward to the stage.

Liang Qian felt that every minute of silence was like a wound on his heart, and he endured it silently until his whole heart was torn apart by the silence, and he felt that if he didn't speak again, he would die of heartache: "Huaiye..."

Please say yes.

Please.

Even if you lied to me.

"I am willing." Her voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Liang Qian was stunned.

He just felt that he couldn't hear anything. He couldn't hear the thunderous applause, Li Haiyao's weeping sound that was close at hand, and his own heartbeat. It was only the three words that she uttered softly before Fang Fang.

She said she would.

He hadn't even heard the priest ask to kiss the bride.

It wasn't until he was pulled down by Dou Huaiye's hand, and his eyes suddenly came into the bride's alluring face, that Liang Qian's eyes suddenly turned red. He saw that he was now justified, and the wife who was married to Ming Media was looking at him through a thin veil , those eyes that were as beautiful as emeralds were looking at him.

There is no one else in her eyes.

Dou Huaiye whispered to him while the two breaths were intertwined:

"Liang Qian, I will accompany you to Licheng."

"From now on, I will never owe you any more."

Regardless of the audience's exclamation, Liang Qian pulled her into his arms, shook the cuffs of his white suit, and gently lifted her veil.He saw Dou Huaiye bowed his head obediently, revealing a piece of porcelain white back of his neck to him.

He slowly hugged her closer and closer, pretending that he didn't see the small sharp dagger protruding from under her cuff.

Liang Qian thought in a trance, if she died like this, there would be nothing wrong.

All his wishes have come true, to avenge his father, marry Dou Huaiye, no matter how long he lives, there are few people in this world who can be like him, Liang Qian, who can do everything he wants to do.

He closed his eyes and kissed his wife's intensely colored lips.

Dou Huaiye could feel water stains on her face, she saw Liang Qian's handsome face surrounded by white veil, the white veil enveloped them both gently in the isolated space, Liang Qian Cried when he kissed her where only she could see.

He slightly moved away from her lips, his eyes were as moist as his lips, and he looked at her with an even humble look.

He asked her:

"Dou Huaiye, do you still love me?"

Dou Huaiye didn't answer him, but turned slightly sideways to distance himself from him.

The dagger, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, had all slid out, the bride's white fingers pinched the handle of the knife, and her slender index finger pressed against the body of the knife, so hard that the fingertips turned white.

Just when Liang Qian's lips were about to leave, she chased after him again, and engulfed his pale and trembling lower lip again.

There was an endless stream of booing, what kind of key really fits into what kind of hole, the groom is unlucky, and the bride is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Liang Qian's whole body froze, and she didn't dare to move for a moment.

Then he saw her smiling, and Liang Qian was also shocked by the beauty of that smile even if they met each other day in and day out.

He saw the skylight falling on Dou Huaiye's face through the painted skylight, illuminating every shadow on her face, even the sunken place that was thin due to illness was filled with gentle light, she looked so young, So gentle, as if he saw her for the first time under the strong southern sun.

She is a dazzlingly beautiful white rose, even in the mud, she can still catch people's eyes for thousands of years.

Dou Huaiye bit his lips and said softly:

"Liang Qian, I wish I didn't love you anymore."

Liang Qian closed her eyes a second before she raised the dagger.

The expected pain did not come.

As the heat from her bosom was withdrawn in an instant, Liang Qian was surprised to see that the thin silver dagger, along with the bride's white gloves, was deeply pierced into the chest of the Prime Minister of the Empire who was standing aside.