In the hall, people were coming and going, and the servants were all wearing auspicious clothes with smiles on their faces.
It's just that this smile is a little dazed and weird, and there's always a sad atmosphere surrounding it.
They seemed to have a premonition that something was going to happen, but no one could tell what it would be.
The music started playing, the rhythm was clear and clear, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Who knows how long this joy can last?[
Long Fuyue and others also changed into auspicious wedding clothes. It was the first time that Long Fuyue saw her senior brother wearing a bright red suit, which made his snow-white face seem to have a hint of blush.
His dark eyes were lowered and he sat there stiffly. No one knew what he was thinking at this time or what he could think.
For some reason, Long Fuyue suddenly wanted to cry. Why did two people who clearly loved each other come to this point?
Sixteen pairs of boys and girls, some holding flower baskets and some holding auspicious instruments, slowly walked in from the other end of the carpet. In the middle were the bride in wedding clothes and Ye Sang in wedding clothes.
Ye Sang's face was as pale as a piece of paper, but there was a smile on his face.
He could no longer stand and sat on a makeshift cart.
Hua Xiyue was dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, with a pearl crown on her head, and a fine pearl curtain covering her face.
I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could only see her small hands tightly grasping the end of the red silk.
The other end was in Ye Sang's hand.
The festive drum music sounded, and the temporary master of ceremonies was Ye Sang's housekeeper.
Looking at this scene, Long Fuyue felt sadness piling up in her heart, but she couldn't spit it out.
She didn't dare to look at the face of the senior brother, because her heart almost broke when she saw this scene, let alone the senior brother?!
She wanted to jump up, but Feng Qianyu held her tightly and shook her head slightly.
"Bow down to heaven and earth!" the master of ceremonies shouted.
The wedding finally started.
Watching Hua Xiyue and Ye Sang bow down.
The whole hall was full of people, but they didn't dare to express their anger. Long Fuyue clenched Feng Qianyu's sleeve tightly, almost tearing off his entire sleeve.