Murong Feixue knelt and worshiped, and after struggling for a long time, she was finally sent into the bridal chamber. [] Feixue sat quietly on the couch, lowering her eyebrows, as if thinking.
Although she and Ran Qingxun were already married, Ran Qingxun's behavior along the way and the sound of the flute at the wedding made this originally sweet wedding night full of unknowns.
The silence in the room was eerie, like the moment of tranquility before the storm was about to come. Feixue closed her eyes and concentrated, sitting upright. No matter what was coming soon? She believed that she could handle it calmly.
Just hearing the rapid footsteps outside the room, someone was walking towards the wedding room. The door was opened. The guards Xiao Moli and Shangguan Qingyu walked in with the drunk Ran Qingxun on their hands. Xiang Zhi and Yi were guarding the door.
Mo also rushed in and helped serve.
Seeing this, Feixue hurriedly pulled off the hikerchief on her head, helped Ran Qingxun lie down on the bed, and tidied the broken hair on his forehead. She knew that he was in a bad mood, so she drank so much wine.
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"You all go down! It's fine as long as I'm here."
The four people left one after another, leaving only two people in the room.
Feixue looked at Ran Qingxun, who was lying on the couch with her eyes slightly closed. She was wearing a red wedding robe with gold inlay. She still had the same beautiful face, but at this time, his brows were slightly wrinkled.
Feixue's white and clean fingers touched the peak of his eyebrows and murmured in a low voice: "Brother Xing, does it really make you feel wronged to marry me? Why do you frown even when you sleep? My sister really likes you and wants to
love you."
Feixue's wedding dress was really heavy, and it was not uncomfortable at all. So she took it off, leaving only a set of red silk underwear on her body. The black silk was scattered around her waist, and she slowly put down the red silk underwear.
Veil.
"You woman, are you so eager to have sex with me?" Her voice was so cold that it seemed like her soul could freeze, and her eyes were full of ridicule and disdain.
Murong Feixue was also an extremely arrogant person. Seeing the ridicule in his eyes, she felt very uncomfortable. A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, "What kind of woman do you think I am?"
With her beautiful icy face, Ran Qingxun smiled coldly, grabbed her arm, and brought Feixue into her arms, then perched on her and gently lifted her delicate chin, with that contemptuous look in her eyes again.
, said fiercely: "Did I say something wrong? Aren't you that kind of woman? This time I will help you, and I won't bother you to charm me."
As she said this, she kissed her lips domineeringly. Feixue's eyes widened and she felt like she was about to suffocate. She resisted desperately. At this time, Ran Qingxun completely lost her original elegance and her actions were rough and arrogant.
Seeing Feixue's struggle, Ran Qingxin stopped her movements and glanced sideways at Feixue. When she saw her slightly swollen red lips, her face was still as cold as ice and her eyes were filled with amusement.
"Why does it feel so good to be forced? You woman, tell me you love me, put away your lies. What I hate most is when others force me to do things I don't want to do."
Ran Qingxun withdrew her eyes, her face was still cold, with a trace of sarcasm raised at the corner of her mouth, she let go of Murong Feixue and wanted to leave.
Feixue knew that he was not drunk at all. He just wanted to take revenge on himself for poisoning him. He wanted to humiliate himself. Maybe he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Feixue responded to him equally coldly, "My lord, are you satisfied with my reaction? Do you feel happy to treat me like this?"
Feixue changed the topic and asked: "Brother Xing, do you really not like me in your heart? Even if you like me for a moment."
Ran Qingxun looked slightly startled. She didn't expect this woman to ask such a question at this time. She hesitated slightly and said coldly: "No!"
Murong Feixue was sure that he would answer like this, but she knew from his hesitant look that what he told was a lie.
She took out the white hosta from her arms and asked with a calm face: "You lied, so what does this hosta mean? Your anxious look when I fell into the water, and your disordered heartbeat all betrayed you. What do you mean to me?"
Feeling.
With a stern look on her face, Ran Qingxun snatched the hosta from Fei Xue's hand and threw it away. The hosta fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said disdainfully: "That's just your illusion. I'm just cooperating with your acting. You are indeed very beautiful. Maybe many people in the world will be obsessed with you, but I, Ran Qingxun, will not.
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Feixue glanced at the broken hosta from the corner of her eyes. She thought she already had a place in his heart. She thought the two hearts were close at hand, but they didn't want to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Hearing Ran Qingxun's sarcastic words, Feixue took a deep breath and retorted: "Oh! Are you really not tempted? It's because of the girl who played the flute at the wedding, right? It's a pity that he is not your Princess Jin.
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Ran Qingxun seemed to have had her scar removed, but Murong Feixue was still as arrogant and domineering as ever, and she growled: "Don't mention Ling'er, if it weren't for your appearance, things wouldn't be what they are today."
Fei Xue sneered and said, "What happened to my appearance? I let you return to Ran Wei openly and avoid the crisis of your mother and concubine. It was I who saved your Xiao family, and also your poor cousin who knows how to play the flute."
There was an extremely mocking look on Ran Qingyi's face, "I didn't ask you to do that, you did it willingly."
Feixue was filled with hatred and her face turned slightly pale. Ran Qingxun was right. This was indeed what she did willingly. She should have expected such a result when she chose a forced marriage.
Ran Qingxun still had feelings for Feixue. After all, the two were already married, but facing Murong Feixue's strength made him very uncomfortable. What he hated most was being forced and suppressed.
When Ran Qing looked at Murong Feixue, whose face changed slightly, she felt indescribably happy. She raised a smile on her lips and turned to leave, but he walked very slowly and kept glancing at Murong Feixue with the corner of her eye.
Feixue bent down and picked up the broken hosta. She held it tightly in her hands with her heart breaking. On their wedding night, she was humiliated by the groom, who also gave her a heavy blow.
With the indescribable pain in her heart, she held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes. She, Murong Feixue, was definitely not someone who would give up easily.
"Ran Qingxun, don't think that because this is Ran Wei, I'm afraid of you. I, Murong Feixue, will one day make you willingly fall under my pomegranate skirt." ory5