I'm spoiling my uncle

Chapter 100 Big Wedding ([-])

Mei Dai springs willow green,
People in Yulou reflect lotus red.

On May [-]th, an auspicious day, the wind was sunny and the sky was blue.

Luo Li put on her red wedding dress and sat in front of the bronze mirror, while Qiu Lu helped her dress up, her jet-black hair was tied into a delicate bun, and the pear-blossom jade hairpin was just right, simple yet elegant.

The black eyebrows are swept lightly, the red lips are shining brightly, and the eyes are agile, forming a poetic picture scroll of graceful grace.

Qiulu put on the phoenix crown for her, and thought she was so beautiful that it dazzled the eyes.

She chattered endlessly: "I never thought that the wedding dress that the Ninth Prince ordered for you is so suitable, it's almost tailor-made. Except for one thing, that person has nothing to say about other things."

Luo Li coughed lightly: "His eyes are just vicious, nothing unusual."

Qiu Lu smiled, covered her with the red hijab, and helped her walk out of the yard slowly.

Although everything is kept simple, Chu Yi is still considered decent. He has everything he should have, and he has bought everything he doesn't plan to have.

Luo Li walked up to him lightly, and extended his right hand to him, and Chu Yi stretched out his hand and held it gently.

She couldn't see his expression through the red hijab, but she felt that his hands were not as warm and cool as she imagined.

He probably didn't have much expectations for this marriage, they will never go back to the past after all.

A sourness spread in the bottom of my heart, and the tip of my heart was slightly astringent.

Chu Yi saw that she was wearing a bright red wedding gown. Even this slightly heavy gown could set off her exquisite figure.

Her hand was extremely warm, and it didn't match her temperament at all. It was so soft when held in her hand, and she felt so at ease.

He led her into the wedding sedan chair, and then, amidst the sound of firecrackers and drums, he walked slowly towards the Nine Princes' Mansion.

"Luo Li, you are so fat that you almost broke the tree."

"Luo Li, how will you be my princess after you behave like this?"

"Then will you have many women in the future?"

"Of course not, I'll just be an idle prince."

"Meet each other, and live together with your son."

"Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

"Luo Li, wait for me for two years, when the pear blossoms are in full bloom, I will marry you."

……

Time flies, in two years, things have changed, and the past is all in the past.

"I promise you, no one can touch your position as the concubine."

"In this life, I will only marry one wife and one concubine."

……

Memories swirl in my mind overwhelmingly.

The sourness in the bottom of my heart became more intense, there were tears in my eyes, my fingers clenched the robe tightly, and my body shook slightly.

After a while, she gradually calmed down. After taking a deep breath, she thought to herself, since it was the path she chose, she would have to walk on her knees.

After the wedding sedan arrived at the palace, it was even more lively. Luo Li was led off the carriage by him, and completed various etiquettes, such as bowing down, offering incense, and kowtow...

She was a little numb, obediently listening to what to do, how to do it, she secretly felt funny under the cover, when has she been so disciplined in the past ten years?
Unexamined, it came to the part of worshiping the hall.

The master of ceremonies shouted at the top of his voice: "Bow to heaven and earth."

The 16-year marriage contract finally became a reality, and everyone was supposed to be happy, but he was no longer the original him, and she no longer married simply because she wanted to.

The two knelt down and bowed, with different thoughts.

She was still in a trance, and was gently pulled up by Chu Yi, her arm was involved in the shoulder injury, and the pain hit her violently.

She bit her lip tightly, curled her fingers slightly, Chu Yi felt her strange, and was slightly taken aback.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

The master of ceremonies' voice was thicker and louder.

The promise of a gentleman is as light as water, and his oath has been nine days away. During the two years she was looking forward to, he drove her into hell, and his betrayal was like a thorn, pricking her heart all the time.

The physical and mental pain is beyond words.

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