Lovely Wife from Heaven: Husband, it's amazing

Chapter 372
【bridal chamber】

Princess Sima Daofu and Wang Xianzhi of Yuyao were not married for the first time, and they no longer had the tension and shyness of first marriage.

Wang Xianzhi was sitting at the table, with wedding cakes and quilt wine on the table, red candles were burning high, reflecting Wang Xianzhi's handsome face.

It seems that not long ago, she married Xi Daomao of her dreams under the glowing red candle like this. She sat on the bed and waited quietly for him to lift the red hijab.

He had never been so excited in his life, the sound of his heartbeat vibrating his eardrums like a war drum.

Now, in the same scene, he no longer has the same mood as before, he only feels ashamed, and from now on his life is like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Wang Xianzhi was in a daze, but Sima Daofu was getting impatient. She shouted, "My son-in-law, what are you doing? Come quickly and lift the hijab, I've been bored all day!"

Reluctantly, Wang Xianzhi stood up, walked over, took off the hijab casually, and threw it aside.

The bride was as delicate and charming as a peach in the harvest season, but the person in front of her didn't care to appreciate it, so she turned around and sat back at the table.

Sima Daofu stepped forward, sat opposite to Wang Xianzhi, put his hands on Wang Xianzhi's, and said coquettishly, "What's the point of sitting like this? Let's have some wine to cheer up."

Wang Xianzhi shook off Sima Daofu's hand, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp, one after another, pouring himself a drink, gradually unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The Sima Daofu in front of him was no longer Sima Daofu, but Xi Daomao's face. On the day they got married, Xi Daomao looked at Wang Xianzhi with a smile on his face.

Xi Daomao's gentle and affectionate face was reflected in the beautiful clothes, Wang Xianzhi couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, he hugged the person in front of him in his arms, and carried him to the marriage bed.

The incense covers the hibiscus tent, and the candle glows the brocade curtain.

In the room, the groom attaches a phoenix, and the lady in the cave climbs a dragon.True feelings, false phoenixes, false phoenixes, but a dream.

As the sky gradually brightened, Sima Daofu was dripping with sweat, and his wet hair stuck to his face, making him look even more charming.

She propped her arms and looked at Wang Xianzhi who had fallen into a deep sleep, and smiled contentedly.

Wang Xianzhi is a good man no matter his appearance or talent. If he has a husband like this, what more can a woman ask for?

To be able to spend a lifetime with such a person in this life is not considered a life in vain.Thinking of all the things I did to get him, everything is worth it, and I don't regret anything.

It's always just seeing newcomers laughing and not seeing old ones cry.Over there is the bridal chamber full of lingering festivities, and here is the lonely family who cannot sleep.

Xi Daomao naturally knew that today was the day of Wang Xianzhi's big wedding, even though no one deliberately told her about it, and even though everyone in the Xi family did not attend this grand wedding, she still knew.

The hustle and bustle penetrated everywhere, through the wind and through the wall, into Xi Daomao's ears and heart.

She could imagine Wang Xianzhi wearing a red wedding dress and riding a tall horse walking through the street, receiving praise from all directions, and she could imagine how glamorous Sima Daofu was under the light of red candles.

A pair of lovers, created by heaven and earth, from now on his world will be without her, and her world will be blank.

Today she really has no home. Under the ostentatious exterior, what is hidden is only the sympathy of others for her.

She is just a beggar with nothing, everything now depends on other people's charity, maybe one day, even the charity will no longer be available.

The once proud and lively girl had already died in the dust of time.

　The next part of my writing is a bit like expressing my words, but there is no way. . .some things do need to be settled

　　
　
(End of this chapter)