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The next day, Fengshang Academy, Shanglan Academy.

After Huaying and Baiyun led their maids to the busyness, Shanglan Courtyard was also arranged to be festive.

Tong Ying was called up by Xiaoju early, and after a little breakfast, she started to put on makeup and dress, and then sat by the bed like a wooden man watching a group of maids busy.

At noon, Hua Feiyu came.

It is full of fiery red, like a burning phoenix, and the flowers are amazingly beautiful.

But his expression was a little haggard, with obvious red blood in his eyes, as if he hadn't been asleep all night.

Looking at Tong Ying dressed up, a faint smile appeared in Hua Feiyu's eyes. It was not very enthusiastic, as if the starlight was crushed and sprinkled in the lake water, the stars were dotted, bright but cold.

"I'll send you to marry." Hua Feiyu said.

"Thank you." Tong Ying nodded.

It’s not unlucky. On the most important day of a girl’s life, she still feels chill and can’t let go of her heart.

Hua Feiyu sat down on the chair beside her and looked at Tong Ying without blinking.

Tong Ying felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her.

Tong Ying decided to chat and break the awkward atmosphere, so she pointed to her own clothes and his clothes, and asked, "Senior Brother, don't you like red?"

"Because you are about to get married, even if you don't like it, you must take a good look at you." Hua Feiyu smiled slightly and said softly.

"I just moved from here to Prince Jing's Mansion, and I'm still in the capital. I'll come back to class in the future." Tong Ying was so sad that she felt very heavy in her heart by the sadness in Hua Feiyu's eyes that she spoke up.

"Yes, I'll be back in the future." Hua Feiyu held the corner of her mouth, as if she was laughing, but that smile was so sad no matter how she looked at it.

"Senior brother, you really have a love for a girl." Tong Ying wrinkled her nose mischievously and said loudly in an exaggerated tone, wanting to break the heavy atmosphere between the two.

"..." This time, Hua Feiyu didn't say anything, but just pulled her lips and turned her eyes out the window.

When the salutes and music outside sounded, Hua Feiyu moved back to her sight from the window, got up, walked to Tong Ying, slowly turned her back, and squatted down in front of Tong Ying.

"Come on, the bride's feet cannot land on the ground. Brother, carry you into the sedan chair."

Tong Ying looked at Hua Feiyu in front of her, looking at her not very wide but firm back in front of her, her nose was sore, and warm currents surged from her heart to her eyes.

As long as there is such a back in my memory, she can bravely fight the ups and downs of life.

Tong Ying slowly lay on Hua Feiyu's back, gently circled his neck with his hand, Xiaoju stepped forward and covered her big red veil on her head.

Hua Feiyu slowly stood up and moved slowly outside the door step by step, as if he was carrying a mountain. Every step was difficult and every step was heavy...

The others followed in silence, subconsciously not daring to make any sound.

Hua Feiyu has never felt that moving forward is so painful as today. Every step he takes feels that he is heading towards despair. He hopes that this road can be endless and that he can keep going like this...

However, this section of the road finally had an end, and Hua Feiyu slowly stopped in front of the big red sedan chair outside the yard.

"The bride gets into the sedan chair-"

Hua Feiyu heard someone shouting, but he was still standing in front of the sedan chair in a daze. He felt that in the future, he would really hate red, sedan chair, people who shouted "The bride was in the sedan chair", and hated everything else at other weddings.

thing……

Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone looked at Hua Feiyu who was motionless and sweated a little on their foreheads, but no one dared to go up and urge him.

Finally, Tong Ying spoke by herself: "Senior brother, let me down."

"... Let me carry you for a while, don't you know that your senior brother has a love-loving complex?" After a moment of silence, Hua Feiyu said half jokingly and half seriously.

"Uh..." Tong Ying was silent.

Finally, Hua Feiyu put Tong Ying into the sedan chair. The moment Tong Ying left his back, Hua Feiyu felt empty in her heart.

"Getting up the sedan chair--" When he remembered this shout, Hua Feiyu felt a hole in his heart, a big hole, which made him suffocate in pain.

Hua Feiyu stood blankly, watching the sedan chair gradually fade away.

"Master, you can send Miss Tong for another trip and send her to Prince Jing's Mansion." Hua Ying suggested softly.

"No." Hua Feiyu's voice was as light as the wind blew.

If he kept following her and watched her walk towards that man step by step, and finally belonged to that man, he was not sure that he could hold back...

I resisted not to force her away.

However, just as the sedan chair disappeared in his sight, Hua Feiyu turned into a red shadow, chasing the sedan chair, and instantly disappeared in front of Hua Ying.

Huaying sighed faintly and looked at the white clouds slowly drifting in the sky.

...

Although I had been in a sedan chair once six days ago, Tong Ying felt completely different this time.

Tong Ying pressed her hands on her left chest, afraid that her heart would jump out of her chest if she was too intense.

Half an hour later...

"Still the sedan chair—"

"The groom kicked the door of the sedan chair—"

After Tong Ying heard three "bangbang", she felt someone lifting the curtain in front of her, and then she felt a hand reaching in front of her.

"I will help you get out of the sedan chair." Feng Liuyue's gentle voice sounded in front of her.

Tong Ying felt her heartbeat more violently, and slowly stretched out her hand. Then, the next moment, she was held by a slender and warm hand, approaching, and holding her hand with the other hand

elbow.

"Come on, slow down." Feng Liuyue's voice was so gentle that she felt at ease and made her heart beat fiercely.

Tong Ying got out of the sedan chair and was supported by Feng Liuyue and walked towards the mansion step by step.

There were many guests in the yard, crowded around, watching the bride enter the door.

Although it was a wedding that the emperor did not value and did not approve of, what should come was still here.

The emperor, concubines, princes, other princes and princesses, and civil and military officials, of course, are not of the same level as the last time.

However, everyone did not expect Hua Feiyu to come.
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