Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 1
The rain in March is pattering outside the window, knocking on the screen window with a crackling sound, but the peach blossoms in the garden are still exuding bursts of fragrance, fluttering in from the rain curtain, and fading away The poignant beauty of the rain.

Smelling the fragrance, Lan Ximo closed her eyes happily, a handsome face flashed in her mind, that was her upcoming husband: Mu Lianfeng.

The big wedding is going to be in one and a half months, the Lan Mansion is full of joy, and the mother is arranging her dowry every day, thinking of the red wedding dress hanging on the wall, Ximo's face has a smear pink.

Married as a woman, she will be a woman from then on. This is what my mother said, but it made her heart rippling everywhere, because my mother said, that night will hurt, and that night is what a woman must bear.

Go to sleep, maybe tomorrow, he will come.

Thinking about it, the red tide on his face was even worse, and Ximo hugged the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

The rain is still falling.

Geng Bangzi disturbed Ximo and turned over unsteadily. Suddenly, lightning came from the rain and mist outside the window, reflecting the half-light and half-darkness of the room in an instant, and cast a slanted shadow on the tent, " Ah..." Ximo screamed, but before she could make a sound, her red lips were sealed with a hand, preventing her from making a sound.

Immediately afterwards, her body went limp, and in the numbness, she felt someone hugging her waist. When her body in obscene clothes was suddenly exposed to the air, Ximo gasped, but now she couldn't move or breathe. make any sound.

Her frightened eyes looked at the man who was holding her up. A silver mask was so terrifying amidst the lightning and thunder.

Her slightly parted lips could not speak a single word, her flustered eyes had revealed all her secrets, she was afraid, and her whole body was trembling non-stop.

There was another flash of lightning, followed by a deafening thunder.

The man hugged her as easily as if he was holding a little doll. With a twist of his figure, he floated obliquely towards the window. Only then did Ximo realize that her window had been opened wide at some time.

The oiled paper umbrella glowing with sandalwood was opened, and Zhenshou was moved to the man's arms. The eyes could see nothing but a delicate lace on the man's brocade shirt.

In her ears, there was the sound of rain and the sound of wind, drifting away, and the smell of sandalwood in her mouth and nose lightly brushed her heart. She was still afraid, but she was powerless to resist.

Close your eyes and count, one, two, three...

If possible, she wanted to remember how far the man took her and where he went.

Finally, the man's speed slowed down, and he landed on the ground with a light leap. Then, the oil-paper umbrella fell, and the sound of the rain was blocked by him closing the window casually. Ximo felt that the obscene clothes on her limp body were pulled forcefully, and in a blink of an eye, her naked body was thrown into a large bucket of lotus flowers.

When the warm water wrapped her skin, tears gushed out in an instant. In a daze, one hand picked up the water and began to wipe her trembling body. When she was powerless at the mercy of others, Xi Momo could always feel a deep and cold gaze looking at every inch of her skin, that gaze seemed to tear her into pieces, but when she raised her head in fear, what she saw was that silvery white .

It was a terrifying ghost skull mask, waiting for her to be washed and sent to the altar as a tribute as if she was dying...

(End of this chapter)