Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 2096 Willingly (2)

  The prime minister’s house is full of red silk hangings and brightly lit lanterns, and everyone is busy counting the dowry.

  The little prince was called up early, no matter how much he cried and how reluctant he was, it was useless.

  The wedding dress was forcibly changed, and the red hijab embroidered with beautiful mandarin ducks covered his humiliating tears.

   Under the violent rain, among the broken porcelain all over the floor.

  He cried all night, but he still couldn't escape the marriage.

   His mother and father, who loved him in the past, were tearful, but they were still strong.

   coaxed and persuaded him, and sent him to the sedan chair.

  At dawn, the sky is overcast and rainy, the clouds are oppressive, and the air is filled with damp and cold water vapor.

  Thick fog shrouded the sky, and the sky was gloomy. Even at noon, the sky was gray and there was no light.

  It's so depressing that it feels like you want to suffocate.

  Among the magnificent and luxurious dowry dragon, the sound of the suona resounded through the sky, as if it wanted to pierce through the thick layer of clouds.

  It was raining, but there were still lively and crowded crowds gathered around the street, witnessing such a spectacular and luxurious wedding.

  Scatter gold, coins, and candy.

  People rushed to rush forward.

   Like the tide, in the sound of the pattering rain, the noise and laughter are endless.

   Almost completely covered up the crying sound from the sedan chair.

  Like a kitten, subtle and forbearing.

  It seems that in the whole world, he is the only one who is desperate, unwilling, and aggrieved.

   Wronged by the injustice of this world.

  Ten miles of red makeup, a golden and jade marriage, a match made in heaven...

   These words are extremely ironic in his eyes.

   It was as if someone forced his head and made him eat the dirt on the ground.

   A huge insult, never felt disgusting.

   He has always been such a delicate young man, huddled in the corner of the sedan chair, covered with a red hijab, and clenched his fists tightly.

   Soft, white and thin fingers, the knuckles are almost white with force, and they are hard.

  The nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of the palm, and the pain was severe.

  He lowered his head and sobbed. On his body was the gorgeous and flamboyant wedding dress that the embroiderer had embroidered for three full months.

   Priceless, but he is beautiful, but it is the extremely disgusting shackles.

  He lowered his head, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.

  The red hijab is almost half soaked.

  The sedan chair was still walking, from the prime minister's mansion to the general's mansion where he would be bound for life.

  From a warm home to the desperate and helpless cage.

  He cried for a long time, and walked this road for a long time.

   Keep going, going, going.

   It was like going to the execution ground, every time a moment passed, my heart sank heavily.

   It was like a stone that sank deep into an endless abyss, covered in darkness, without a trace of light.

  It seems that I can't even breathe.

  He was sobbing and sobbing. The person who had been spoiled for a long time was now huddled in a corner with extreme insecurity.

  His limbs curled up and hugged himself, like a frightened kitten.

  The pitiful cry overflowed from the soaked red hijab, with a deep nasal voice.

  I cried until the end, as if I was going to cry all the tears of my life.

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  Finally, the sedan chair stopped.

  The moment it stopped, there was the sound of crackling firecrackers outside.

  The child was drenched in the rain, happily running around in the rain, playing a game of hide-and-seek.

  The matchmaker is congratulating and shouting for the auspicious time.

  Drums and thunder sounded, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier.

  (end of this chapter)