Zhao Pei kept her eyes closed, as if she felt relieved if she could not see her wedding dress. The wind whistled in her ears, mixed with leaves hitting her sedan chair. Ziye said that the weather today was not very good and unlucky.
About half an hour later, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Why is it windy?" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a dense dripping sound, and someone exclaimed again, "It's raining heavily!"
The sedan started to shake, and Zhao Pei fell to the side, almost hitting the edge of the sedan. It seemed that it was raining heavily outside, and she could not hear anything else except the sound of rain. The moisture and raindrops kept drilling into the sedan.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Who? Who are you?" Before I could react, the sedan chair was dropped down, the curtain was lifted, and all the rain water poured in.
Zhao Pei frowned and retracted her feet. But her wrist was tightly grasped by someone, the hands were strong and hot, Zhao Pei was startled and hurriedly lifted the veil.
When he saw who it was, his whole body trembled, his lips trembled, and he uttered a few words in surprise: "Sixth Brother... You..."
Xiao Lun got into her sedan chair from the rain, soaking wet, the rain slid down his hair and face, dripping and drizzling. He seemed to have been running all the way, panting, but staring at her closely, his eyes sparkling.
Zhao Pei was frightened by this change, and stammered, "Sixth brother, you, what are you doing..." Before she could finish her words, he pulled her into his arms. He said, "Come with me." Taking advantage of Zhao Pei's daze, he held her in his arms, got out of the sedan chair, got on the horse as fast as possible, and galloped away in the rain. The drizzling rain covered the exclamations of the crowd. She leaned against his arms and stared at his face, which was thinner than before, with a straight nose, eyebrows flying into the clouds, and eyes like black gems that sparkled with a firm luster.
The rain washed over them, hitting their bodies painfully. Zhao Pei looked at his face and shouted, "Are you crazy? What are you going to do?"
Xiao Lun didn't look at her, but just focused on the road ahead: "I want to take you away. Anyway, I am no longer a prince now. We can go to a place where no one knows us." After that, he smiled at her.
Zhao Pei's heart was in turmoil. She shouted, "Stop! Let me go!"
Xiao Lun ignored him and continued riding his horse.
Zhao Pei was furious and struggled to jump off the horse, but Xiao Lun grabbed her collar and held her in his arms.
"You crazy man are capable of anything. You are always like this! Have you ever asked me?" Zhao Pei shouted angrily, "Have you ever thought about what will happen to my family? What will happen to your seventh brother? What will happen to your father?"
Xiao Lun gradually slowed down, looking at her face soaked in the rain, which looked like a lotus flower emerging from the water. He murmured, "I don't care about that. I just want to be with you."
Zhao Pei suddenly turned away and chuckled: "In the final analysis, you are so selfish. You never care whether I am willing or not. Do you think we can leave? Will we be happy even if we leave far away?"
Xiao Lun was stunned. He looked at her mocking profile, frowned and shouted, "I can't watch you marry Xiao Yi! He doesn't love you at all, just like you don't love him! But I like you! I will do my best to make you happy!"
Happiness? Without him, even the beautiful scenery is illusory. Without him, what happiness can there be? Xiao Lun, Xiao Lun, why are you so stubborn? In the end, you will be like me, with nothing.
Zhao Pei turned her head and looked at him, her eyes became calm, so calm that it made people's heart palpitate: "Xiao Lun, don't let you regret it. I chose the road, I decided to go on, you can't control me."
Xiao Lun acted as if he didn't hear it.
He heard her words again, vaguely reaching his ears through the rustling sound: "Don't make me hate you." Xiao Lun's body stiffened, but he still did not stop his horse.
Zhao Pei saw that this trick didn't work, and she looked back and vaguely saw the team chasing behind her, thinking that they would be caught eventually, which would implicate him. She made up her mind and bit down hard on his arm that was closest to her.
Fiercely, using all his strength. Until his teeth softened and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. Xiao Lun gritted his teeth and said nothing, looking down at her like an angry little beast, the hatred was like a frosty blade piercing his chest.
It was not known whether it was the pain in his arm or in his heart. Xiao Lun finally relaxed his strength and the horse slowed down. Zhao Pei jumped off the horse lightly and rolled into the mud on the side.
Xiao Lun was afraid that she would get hurt, so he quickly turned around to look at her. The team behind him was about to catch up, and Zhao Pei yelled at him: "Go! You lunatic, why don't you leave!"
Xiao Lun looked at her with a complicated expression, then looked at the gradually clearer team, and finally turned his horse's head and disappeared in the rain. Zhao Pei looked at his receding figure, and her heart ached unbearably. She wiped the blood from her mouth and struggled to get up, but her feet softened and she fell back into the mud.
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The rain did not let up, but became much heavier in the evening.
The Seventh Prince's Palace was now bustling with people, but everyone was shrouded in worry. The auspicious time had passed, and there was still no sign of the bride. I'm afraid it was raining heavily on the road and couldn't go forward. It was really not a good sign.
Xiao Gang sat on the right and looked at the clepsydra, his face showing worry, then turned to look at Xiao Yi who was sitting in the middle. Today he was rarely wearing a wedding dress. The dark red clothes outlined his cold and upright figure. His left eye was slightly blocked by the silk ribbon hanging under the crown, and no clues could be seen. But there was a hint of anger in his other eye.
Xiao Ji stretched his neck and waited but no one showed up. He looked at Xiao Yi with some boredom and said jokingly, "Seventh brother, why hasn't your beauty come yet? Don't let her get abducted by someone else on the way."
Xiao Yi glared at him without saying a word.
Xiao Ji shrugged and said helplessly: "My good-tempered elder brother didn't come today, but I'm not like him. Today, my seventh sister-in-law made me wait for her for so long, so I made a big fuss in my bridal chamber. Hehe."
Xiao Gang also glanced at him and said, "Eighth brother, stop talking. If it hadn't been for the heavy rain on the way, this wouldn't have happened. Be patient and wait. Besides, Seventh Sister is not someone you can easily mess with. You haven't seen it before, so you should at least listen to what others have to say."
He laughed out loud, "Haha, that's true. I've always heard from Sixth Brother that the girl has a lot of tricks up her sleeve, I don't dare to offend her. By the way, it's OK if Big Brother is too busy and didn't come, we brothers just need to tell him. But now Sixth Brother is rich and free, why didn't he come?"
Xiao Gang was about to speak when he heard someone shouting at the entrance of the hall: "The bride is here!"
The crowd that was talking about this suddenly became quiet. They all stretched their necks and waited attentively for the Seventh Princess, the woman who was said to be as beautiful as the Goddess of Luo River.
The bride entered the venue with the help of the bridesmaid. Everyone was shocked, but no one showed any surprise. Instead, they were surprised and guessing. Is this person the Seventh Princess? The red veil made it hard to see her face, but the wet clothes... you could vaguely see the red wedding dress with gold thread under the mud. She looked like she had crawled out of the mud, she was in a state of extreme misery.
Zhao Pei didn't care about what others said. She walked into the venue with her head held high and her chest held high, thinking to herself that you can't see my face anyway, so I can't see you even if you smile.
Xiao Ji opened his mouth wide, and it took a long time before he closed it and looked at Xiao Yi, whose expression was unpredictable. He said, "Seventh Brother, Seventh Sister-in-law looks like she has crawled out of a quagmire. She is quite calm and composed. Is she deliberately making a grudge against you? Isn't that lowering your value? Tsk tsk..."
Xiao Ji said whatever he thought, not noticing Xiao Yi's gradually darkening face. His eyes were fixed on Xu Zhaopei, becoming particularly complicated.
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She stood in the porch, wiping her embroidered shoes that were wet from walking through the courtyard in the light coming through the house, muttering to herself that the rain was falling very heavily today.
The graceful woman stood up straight for a moment and turned her eyes to the window beside her. The orange light, which had been on for an unknown period of time, shone through the paper window. The handsome and thin figure was also reflected in the window, and the light green shadow carried her indescribable loneliness and sadness. The woman carefully described his profile, thinking that it seemed as if he had been in this posture a long time ago.
"Qinglan." A clear and beautiful voice came from behind. Qinglan was startled and quickly turned around to salute.
Yao Yunshang stepped onto the steps, and Qinglan took the Nine-curved Green Bamboo Umbrella from her hand. "How long has the Crown Prince locked himself in the room?"
Qinglan stretched out three slender fingers.
Yao Yunshang frowned and said, "Deshi..." It was almost the second watch, and there was no movement from him. "Forget it, I'll go see him." As she said that, she wanted to push the door open. But Qinglan flashed in front of her and shook his head to signal the prince not to let her in.
Yao Yunshang was slightly stunned, stared at her for a long time, suddenly laughed, then shook her head and turned away: "Forget it, forget it, forget it..."
The moment he turned around, the smile on his face gradually froze, and his eyes became uncertain. Qinglan... Oh, she was a loyal servant. But did Qinglan know who he was sad for and who he was guarding under the lamp all night
The lights were flickering, and perhaps he had been staring at them for too long, tears welling up in his eyes.
He held two pieces of broken jade tightly in his hands, and suddenly thought of the moonlight not long ago. His words, her tears. He exerted force on his hands, and the edge of the broken jade embedded in his palm, and instantly oozed out bright red blood.
The loneliness of life was hidden in the long dark night, and no one could read his mind. But that night when we met on the bridge, I didn't know why I looked at her surprised and clear eyes, and my heart was gently moved.
Let go, let go. He said to himself over and over again. Even if it hurts, you have to let go. Let go. Let go... If it were him, he could give her a promising tomorrow. If it were him, there would be a future. How could he be willing to let go? Those fleeting past, in the blink of an eye, who missed who? (To be continued)