a killer friend of mine

Xie Yan took a step into the new house, her body was limp and dizzy, but fortunately the groom Zong Yue supported her from behind, avoiding the embarrassment of falling down in the bridal chamber.

The etiquette system of the Great Zhou Dynasty has always been complicated and trivial, and she is a royal family, so she is a model for all people. The wedding etiquette is even more strict and cautious, and she dare not make any mistakes.Just recovering from a serious injury, her pulse is weak, her body is weak, and she is especially afraid of the cold. She needs a hand stove to warm her hands anytime and anywhere, but it is not proper to carry a hand stove at the wedding, so she has to endure the cold and complete the instructions of the ceremony step by step.

The maid serving her was considerate and considerate, and had prepared a hand stove in the house. She held her in her arms, and the warmth softened her frozen limbs.

Zong Yue sat down not far from her, and asked with concern: "Your Highness, are you afraid of the cold?"

Xie Yan nodded, eyes downcast in a daze, long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his cheeks.

It was just now that Zong Yue hadn't been able to look carefully at this woman who had become his wife for the first time: she was so weak that she needed help to walk a few steps, but this did not hinder her beauty. Her face seemed to be made by a peerless craftsman. Carved from pure and flawless white jade, it is exquisite and bright. The only fly in the ointment is that the traces of the craftsman's ax are too heavy, which makes her sometimes look like a sculpture.Zong Yue felt a little strange, facing him, it seemed that he was not facing a person of the opposite sex, but a person of the same sex.He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is very sensitive to weapons. This girl has a kind of coldness like a knife and a halberd. Perhaps it has been restrained deliberately, and it is not strong, but when the tigers meet, they can easily sense each other's breath.But... Xie Yangui is an imperial concubine, how could he know martial arts?

Xie Yan didn't speculate on his psychology, and when he regained his spirits, he hesitated and said, "Zong... Yue..." She originally wanted to call him a more polite name, but at the moment she didn't know what was the most appropriate name. Call by first name is selected.

Zong Yue looked over gently.

Xie Yan said in a low voice: "Is it sad that you can't be with the person you like?" The candle was flickering, and the swaying shadow passed her face, her expression looked dim.

Her tone didn't sound like she was going to ask a teacher for a crime. Zong Yue looked at her blankly, not knowing how to answer, and then said calmly after a long while: "It's a blessing that so many gentry children can only dream of." There was no expression of joy.

Xie Yan smiled tolerantly: "No need to do this... I know you don't love me." She added softly, "I don't love you either."

She had already entrusted the emperor to investigate, and Zong Yue already had a sweetheart, although the two families had not made an agreement, if it wasn't for the emperor's will, it would be that girl who held hands with Zong Yue today.Even if it was agreed, Father might forcefully break them up.She sympathizes with the lovers, and at the same time feels deeply guilty for the innocent girl who lost her lover, and she also feels sorry for herself in her heart-she also wants to be with the person she loves.

Zong Yue didn't want her to pierce this hypocritical superficial harmony so bluntly, and asked softly, "Your Highness also has someone hidden in his heart?"

She sighed slowly and nodded.After all, Zong Yue is luckier than her. At least his love can be declared in the light, but her love is deformed and ridiculous. She shrinks in the shadows and dare not raise her head. Appeared in front of Qiuyang.

"That's fine," she looked up at her husband, "None of us has let anyone down."