Ling Xuewei's eyes turned red again when she thought about the fear, injustice and suffering these people had suffered.
"In short, you are not allowed to be cruel to me in the future! You are not allowed to ignore me! And you are not allowed to say anything casually about breaking up! Otherwise, I will be really angry! And you can't be coaxed!"
This big vinegar jar!
"Besides, how could I possibly fall in love with someone other than you? Don't you have any idea?"
"If not...how could I agree to marry you? You know I vowed to live alone forever..."
Ling Xuewei muttered angrily, but Ye Moyan's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were filled with stars.
Dazzling and bright.
"Hey, I've been talking for a long time, why didn't you say anything..."
Halfway through Ling Xuewei's words, her lips were sealed again.
This time the kiss was no longer as rough as before, but gentle and tender.
Gently and tenderly, as if treating a treasure.
She was startled and her eyes widened.
"Close your eyes."
Ye Moyan's voice was like low-alcohol wine. Electricity surged in Ling Xuewei's ears, and a blush instantly exploded, running down her neck to her cheeks.
She was as dizzy as if she was drunk.
No wonder people say that someone's voice is so beautiful that it can make people pregnant. She has seen it now.
Close your eyes obediently and let him go deeper and conquer the city step by step.
****
It wasn't until Ling Xuewei couldn't breathe that Ye Moyan finally let go of her.
At this moment, her eyes were misty, and her glossy thin lips were slightly red and swollen, bright and gorgeous, like a flower in bud that was ready to be picked by you, so delicate that you could pinch water out of it.
His throat rolled, and he held the person in his arms, not daring to look any further.
I'm afraid that if I can't help it, I might actually do something to her.
"Weiwei, marry me."
"Um."
Ling Xuewei replied dully, but her heart was as beautiful as a sunny day in June.
The two reconciled.
Originally she was almost desperate, but now she's like this...it's great.
After a sudden turn of events, she returned to Ye Moyan again. Even if she stayed like this and did nothing, she felt so happy.
Ling Xuewei hugged Ye Moyan tightly, burying herself deeply in his arms, as if they would never be separated again.
The atmosphere here is warm and harmonious, and Yue Qing over there is extremely happy.
"Great! The emperor and the empress have finally reconciled."
"Okay, stop reading! Be careful if the brat finds out and takes you away without food!"
The old man dragged Yue Qingbian away, so happy that he almost grinned from ear to ear.
It seems that the day when he will hold his great-grandson is not far away! Hahahaha!
"Weier, today is our wedding day."
"Uh-huh?"
What's the meaning?
Only then did Ling Xuewei react, raised her head, and met Ye Moyan's deep eyes.
"Today, we are getting married." Ye Moyan said word by word.
That tone couldn't be more serious.
"What?!"
This time, Ling Xuewei finally reacted.
"Today? Now? Where are you? How to get married?"
She was confused.
Ye Moyan didn't wait for Ling Xuewei's reaction and picked her up.
The figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
The scene in front of her changed. When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was not a joyful palace or a gorgeous building, but a blood-stained battlefield.
Gun smoke fills the air, and wolf smoke rises everywhere.
In front of him, tens of thousands of soldiers stood in line, solemn and imposing.
In front of them were the corpses of countless soldiers, wrapped in white cloth, with the sky as a cover and the earth as a furnace.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened.
The fire lit up and dispelled the haze.
The war drums sounded and the trombones sounded, shaking the sky.
It makes people's blood boil when they hear it.
"This is……"
"Our wedding."
Ye Moyan hugged her, his pupils were dark, "There are no gorgeous wedding dresses, phoenix crowns and harems. There are no ministers to congratulate, and thousands of people to worship. There are only the soldiers who protect the family and the country, the smoke, the war drums, the heroic spirits... and,
I."
Ling Xuewei's heartbeat was beating fast, as if something was about to break through the embankment.
One voice after another.
So intense.
Standing with the backlight, his face is as handsome as a god, noble and elegant, as if he has descended from the nine heavens.
It was clearly cold and alienated, as if nothing in the world could enter his world. But she saw the hidden depths at a glance, and the temperature was as hot as volcanic lava that almost burned her out...
It is overwhelming and turbulent.
At one glance, he was already fallen.
"Are you willing?"
——Are you willing?
——Are you willing?
The sound of the call echoed across the heaven and earth.
It hit her heart hard.
Ling Xuewei heard her own voice and said firmly, "I do."
As soon as the words fell, the soldiers' shouts rose to the sky!
resounded throughout heaven and earth.
Simple, hot, boiling.
The war drums were beating, and countless sky lanterns were lit and slowly rose into the sky.
Head towards the dazzling Milky Way and the boundless sea of stars.
"You brat! Catch it!"
Suddenly there was a hearty laugh, and the wind blew across his head, and Ye Moyan caught it.
The dazzling red hits the eyeballs.
It was a bright red robe, not gorgeous and without any decoration.
But he captured her heart instantly.
Ye Moyan smiled, his thin lips slightly raised, but they were more dazzling than the bright stars in the sky.
With a clatter, the corners of the robe drew a gorgeous arc in the air, and then was draped on Ling Xuewei.
The movements are gentle and solemn.
Like a treasure.
Black hair, red clothes.
Flamboyant and charming.
The black is pure and the red is dazzling.
They are obviously contradictory, but they merge into the most perfect match on her.
Dressed in red, draped around her body, she is charming and enchanting, and also wantonly public. Especially her body exudes a cool aura like red plums in the snow. It is not like the delicacy of ordinary women, but has a kind of innate feeling of superiors.
Come with a noble atmosphere.
Ye Moyan removed Ling Xuewei's tied hair crown, and three thousand black hair fell like a waterfall.
The beauty is beyond ordinary.
Like a demon spirit.
Captivating.
Ye Moyan's pupils gradually deepened, as if a whirlpool was brewing, trying to sweep her whole body into it.
Between heaven and earth.
In all things.
Everything around them seemed to disappear, except for the two of them.
Until Mr. Ye jumped over and said, "Girl, although I don't have a wedding dress, I can use this for a while. I feel wronged to you! Humph, it's all to blame on this brat! He insists on having his own way, but don't worry, girl, I will let him love you in the future.
A grand wedding!”
Ling Xuewei's heart warmed slightly, "Grandpa Que, thank you, but this is good."
It's really good.
As long as Ye Mo Yan is there, even if you are in the desert, it will be the most beautiful scene in the world.
"Okay! Girl, Mr. Yan's parents are not here, old man, I will be your witness." Ye Xiutian was already grinning from ear to ear, "After today, if the in-laws have any dissatisfaction, Mr. Yan will be here, do whatever you want.
My old man promises that I will never say anything!"
Because it was too hasty, her relatives, friends, father and brother could not be present, but this time... she wanted to be willful.
Ling Xuewei looked at the man in front of her who was as tall as a god. She smiled like a summer flower.
She wants to marry him.
Give him children and spend a lifetime with him.
Even if the sea is changed and the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.
