Under the dim candlelight swaying in the night, the man leaned against the window sill, turned over and walked in.
The ink robe seemed to blend with the night behind him.
His face was as cold as an iceberg, as expressionless as ever.
"Si... Mo Qing?"
Liangyin's eyes were full of surprise. She never expected that Si Moqing would dare to come in without any scruples on the wedding day.
"Brother, what brings you here?"
Liangyin's subconscious polite greeting made Si Moqing, who was approaching, suddenly stop in his tracks.
He stared at the girl in front of him steadily for a long while before a sneer filled with hatred appeared on her iceberg-like face.
"What a big brother. Luo Ziyou, what do you want?"
"Did I say something wrong?"
As if he sensed something was wrong, Liangyin was just about to find an excuse to turn around and leave.
But at this moment, Si Moqing suddenly grabbed his arm.
I just felt like the world was spinning, and I was pressed directly against the head of the bed.
The cold breath hit her face, and Liangyin's eyes widened in shock, filled with disbelief.
The distance between the two was very close, and Liang Yin could almost clearly see her panicked and shocked face reflected in the man's dark pupils.
"Brother, what are you doing?!"
Liangyin panicked, blurted out subconsciously, and kept struggling.
But this sentence seemed to step on Si Moqing's back scale, and his expression that had just calmed down suddenly changed.
He held Liang Yin's chin and sneered:
"Luo Ziyou, there must be a limit to acting. Don't challenge my bottom line again!"
"Brother, what are you talking about...uh!"
Before Liang Yin finished speaking, all the words were blocked in his mouth.
The aggressive aura of attacking the city and the territory hit him. Lianyin panicked and resisted vigorously.
There was a soft creaking sound, and at this moment, the vermilion door that had been closed was suddenly pushed open.
She turned her head suddenly and saw the man in red standing at the door with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Brother..."
Si Lingche's handsome face turned pale in an instant, and his blood-colored pupils shrank, as if he couldn't accept the scene in front of him.
When Si Moqing saw Si Lingche coming, he slowly let go of the suppressed Liang Yin.
"Ache, you forgot to take back your jade pendant..."
Mu Xianxian, who was walking from the corridor, had just handed the jade pendant in his hand to Si Lingche when he saw this scene in the room.
Although Si Moyou had already stood up, the messy robes of the two people in the room were enough to make people think about what just happened.
"Brother Mo Qing, Ziyou, what are you doing..."
With a clang, Mu Xianxian covered her mouth in shock, and the jade pendant in her hand rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.
Obviously, this Wood Immortal knew Luo Ziyou before.
The room was surprisingly quiet at this moment, so quiet that the only sound could be heard was Si Moqing's footsteps.
Si Moqing walked out of the room with a cold expression, as if nothing happened just now.
"Brother!"
The moment Si Moqing was about to pass by Si Lingche, his arm was suddenly grabbed by Si Lingche.
"Why did you stop me?" Si Moqing didn't look at him, but still had a cold face.
Si Lingche gritted his teeth, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He didn't turn around, as if he couldn't accept that his brother would do something worse than a beast on his wedding night.
Obviously in his heart, if Mo Ziyou did such a thing, it would be easier for him to drive Luo Ziyou out. After all, he hated Luo Ziyou.
But the scene just now was like a thorn piercing his heart, making him inexplicably irritable and angry.
"Why are you doing this? Is there any reason?"
Si Lingche still didn't want to believe that they had grown up together, and even if his eldest brother was indifferent, he would still consider her and his feelings.
"The reason?"
Si Moqing coldly shook off Si Lingche's hand, his handsome face still expressionless.
"As you can see with your own eyes, there is no hard work."
Just one sentence made Si Lingche grit his teeth.
Seeing that Si Lingche was angry, Mu Xianxian hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Si Lingche's wrist.
"Ache, don't be angry, there might be some misunderstanding. Although they had a relationship in the past, but..."
"You go out first."
Mu Xianxian was better off not mentioning their past relationship, but Si Lingche was even more annoyed when he mentioned it.
Mu Xianxian pretended to be worried as she twisted her handkerchief and closed the door behind her. There was a fleeting arc at the corner of her pink mouth.
At this moment, only Liangyin and Si Lingche were left in the huge wedding room.
The flickering lights in the house stretched the shadows of the two of them.
Si Lingche stared intently at the girl with red eyes sitting on the bed, and almost broke a silver tooth.
It took him a long time before he spoke, but even he didn't notice that his narrow peach eyes were filled with disappointment:
"Luo Ziyou, you really don't deserve to be loved."
Just one sentence made Liangyin burst into tears instantly.
"Si Lingye..."
Looking at the man's leaving figure at the gate, Liangyin bit her lip tightly.
She wanted to explain, but couldn't.
He is the one who wants to leave, so what's the use of explaining so much.
…
Liangyin tossed and turned all night long, and it wasn't until early in the morning that she could fall asleep.
When she woke up, she was awakened by bursts of firecrackers.
In spring, the flower trees in the courtyard are covered with white flowers, the peach trees are covered with colorful fallen flowers, and red lanterns and red ropes are hung on every branch.
The faint fragrance in the air is mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder from firecrackers.
Liang Yin walked out of the room, and saw the maid coming and going not far away, her eyes filled with confusion.
Seeing the maid coming with a basin, she subconsciously asked:
"Is there any happy event in the mansion today?"
"lady."
The maid was slightly surprised and quickly bowed to Liangyin and said respectfully:
"Don't you know, madam? Yesterday the second young master went to bed in Miss Xianxian's room, and today the second young master carried Miss Xianxian into the house.
At this moment, Miss Xianxian is serving tea to the general and his wife in the front yard. "
"Enter the mansion?" Liang Yin opened his mouth, but couldn't spit out even a single word.
The maid looked at Liang Yin's pale face and sighed in her heart, her eyes filled with sympathy.
The lady is really pitiful, she was left out in the cold as soon as she walked through the door.
This maid is much better than the maid who served Liangyin before, so her thoughts are also different.
"Madam. If nothing is wrong, the servant will go over and deliver water first. The new lady must clean her hands before entering.
After a while, the madam may also go to help the new madam wipe her hands to express her consent to the madam's entry into the house. Madam, don't forget it. "
This is the rule for the new lady of Nanxuan Kingdom to enter the house. The maid saw that Liangyin was a little pitiful and subconsciously reminded her.
"I understand." Liangyin took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
The warm sunshine in March fell mottled on the top of her head through the flower branches. It was obviously a very warm temperature, but at this moment she felt chilled to the bone.
At this moment, the official who ran in a panic from the front yard breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Liangyin and hurriedly ran towards her. "Madam, I finally found you. The new lady has entered the father's house. Please hurry up and help clean your hands, so that the old lady will not be impatient."