The man was tall and tall, and the bright red robe around his waist made his magnificent face even more beautiful.
The woman is wearing a flame phoenix robe, and she walks like a phoenix spreading its wings.
The woman's face was covered by the red hijab, but Ye Qingluo was sure that she didn't know this woman.
But that man, she knew.
And... it's too ripe to be cooked any more.
Emperor Moxuan...
He actually... married another woman
Who is that woman
Ye Qingluo's complexion was as pale as paper, and his delicate body trembled slightly, making Long Yunzhan beside him worried.
He held Ye Qingluo's little hand, and put one arm lightly around her shoulder: "Qingluo, what's wrong with you? Why are your hands so cold?"
As he spoke, Long Yunzhan had already held her hands, put them on his lips, and breathed lightly.
Ye Qingluo's held hands trembled, and she suddenly withdrew her hand: "You, what are you doing!"
Long Yunzhan, who was pushed away, looked at her suspiciously, his blue eyes were as clear as water, reflecting her pale face.
Ye Qingluo shook hands, his mind was in a daze.
What is the situation now
It seems that everything is developing towards a strange situation.
Why did Di Moxuan marry other women
Why did Long Yunzhan treat her... like a lover would do.
But Qiao Jin and the others thought it was normal.
"Qing Luo." A deep voice came from the center of the wedding hall.
This voice... is Di Moxuan.
He is calling her.
Ye Qingluo had instinctively looked over.
But she clearly felt it.
Di Moxuan looked at her with eyes that were not as soft and pampering as usual, but cold and elegant, with extreme indifference.
Calling her name was no longer the affectionate "Xiao Luo'er" she used to be, but her tone was completely flat, as if she was calling an unimportant person.
Ye Qingluo's heart suddenly felt a dull pain.
"Here, I will be your teacher's wife in the future. In front of your teacher's wife, you must not lose your composure." Di Moxuan's quiet voice sounded indifferently.
When he looked at the woman beside him again, his gaze became extremely soft.
Immediately, he clung to the bride's hand and walked to the worship hall.
Teacher's wife...
What a shit teacher!
He is not her master!
How could he look at other women with such gentle eyes
His eyes should only be able to look at her alone... only at her!
Ye Qing fell to the bottom of his heart, angry with raging anger.
She stared fiercely at the scene in front of her, wishing she could step forward, tear the red silk between the two of them, and tear off the joyful robes on the two of them.
She, too.
Ye Qingluo rushed forward, savagely grabbed the red silk between the two, and directly grabbed the woman's phoenix robe skirt: "Who are you! Where's the vixen that came out, how dare you be a man like my mother?" Rob?"
She raised her hand and lifted the red hijab off the bride's head.
It was a...
A stunningly beautiful face.
The makeup is exquisite, the willow eyebrows are like the moon, the eyes are like stars, and the face is like peach blossoms.
A pair of watery and beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, dizzying a pool of spring water.
The beauty of this woman is completely different from that of Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo is a flamboyant and enchanting beauty.
And she is the kind of gentle water beauty, as if in front of her, any hard thing can be turned into a puddle of water.
"Qingluo, what are you doing!" Di Moxuan yelled sharply, furiously snapped his hands and snatched the red hijab from Ye Qingluo's hand, "Apologize to your teacher!"
The bride's face was shy, her beautiful eyes blinked, she lowered her eyes and said softly: "Di Lang, it's okay, I understand Qing Luo's temperament, and I won't blame her."