Manifest Marriage I

Lianzhou's neck was stained with a faint blush, and she leaned over with her arms around Rijing's waist, wrapped lightly with a soft ruler.

The extremely clean Daughter Xiang came out along the girl's neckline, and Zhou Jing took time to look at her earlobes that were heating up, and teased him: "Zhou Zhou, you have to pretend to be a little bit, it's too loose, tighter."

tight?How tight can it be?Lian Zhou's ears somehow echoed the nasty words heard in the Goulan courtyard in the past, her teeth chattered with anger, and the guts that popped out of her bones made her stare at someone regardless.

Zhou Jing lost his temper after being stared at, and shut up.

The surroundings are silent, the owner and his wife are flirting, how can the waiters and servants watch from the sidelines?

Lian Zhou hadn't realized this yet, her fingertips were trembling slightly, and she carefully wrote down the measured values. A thought suddenly popped up in her mind: As a man, Zhou Jing's waist was as thin as hers, as if he would be so thin if he didn't pay attention. The willow branch is broken.

Speaking of a graceful and slender waist, Lianzhou's slender waist is not comparable to many women, but it happens to be a man...

It's no wonder that Zhou Jing will become the most beautiful man in Kyushu.

"Well, I still have legs..." Zhou Jing took the opportunity and said to her with a smile.

The long legs under the robe moved, Lian Zhou patiently cooperated with it, if it wasn't for Wan Jin's sake, she bent down, leaving a perfect ridge line for Zhou Jing.

The fox family has always been proud of their beauty, even if it is taught to judge by Zhou Zhou, Miss Zhou Zhou's figure and appearance are all the best.

She was born so outstanding, but she was able to come to Xunyang with all her needs. She is smart and quick-witted. Looking at her extraordinarily guarded against men, she should be harassed a lot when she grows up so big.

Everything is going well, Lian Zhou admires Zhou Jing's good figure from the bottom of his heart, suddenly, his back is stiff.

The scene that rushed like a tide made her mind messed up, and her throat retched for a while.

"Zhouzhou?!"

Lian Zhou's shoulders trembled, fear and loathing occupied her heart, making her unable to hear clearly what Zhou Jing was saying.

Her small face was snow-white, her lips were bloodless, and when she realized that they were the only ones here, she murmured: "Ah Jing, I...I don't want to be like this..."

"What don't you want?"

Her throat was tight, and she stood up with soft legs. After a long while, she took a long breath to suppress all the panic.

The other end of the tape was stuffed into someone's palm, and she pleaded in her eyes: "If possible, Ah Jing, I don't want to be inferior to men in this life. It has nothing to do with you. It's me, it's my own problem."

Her eyes were moist, and when she glanced at the past, she seemed to be immersed in the mist of the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. The daytime scene was briefly distracted: "Oh..." She smiled sincerely: "That's not enough."

Although she didn't understand what had happened, she always felt pity for the beauty.

What happened here was buried deep in the hearts of the two of them, and after leaving the gate of Jinxiufang, within an hour, the people in the city felt from the bottom of their hearts that their beautiful Patriarch had someone he liked.

For newlyweds, most people in the world would like to see their lovers finally get married.

After returning home, at nightfall, Lian Zhou fell into a dirty nightmare wrapped in a brocade quilt.Sweat grew on her forehead, and the drowsy and broken syllables flowed from her lips, waking up the people sleeping on the bed.

Zhou Jing opened his eyes, and a look of distress flashed in his eyes: What's the matter?

Dreamland, when I was 14 years old.

In the fourth year after his father died in love for his mother, Lianzhou had to show his face in order to make a living and was exhausted.

14 years old, with well-proportioned bones and early beauty.That soft and delicate beauty drowned in honey is a fatal danger to an orphan girl.

Therefore, every time she goes out, she has to put on a full disguise and erase her seven points of beauty.

But she was still being watched by Ren Yazi. When she woke up, her legs and feet were tied and she was locked in the woodshed of a brothel.

Yi Rong was not seen through, since she was young, smart and quick-witted, the madam didn't want to ruin her early, so she only sent her to serve a lady in the building, and occasionally serve wine for the guests.

Those were her most helpless and darkest days.The untainted mind is polluted by the evils of the world, and a pair of clear eyes are forced to see too much filth.

At that time, Lianzhou, who was trapped in a nightmare, looked at the "self" not far away who was suppressing nausea and fear, holding a pot of strong wine in his hand, and lost all response like a wooden stake.

The man sat carelessly on the chair covered with tiger fur, and the woman's delicate laughter gradually turned into an unbearable muffled huh, "Lian Zhou" was terrified to death, disgusted to death, and listened stiffly to the filthy meat a few steps away. talk.

She sympathized with the woman, and was even more afraid of the crisis in which her true appearance was revealed.

Live like a year...

With a low voice, mixed with deep desire? Fire and anger, she was terrified, trembling forward a few steps, the man grabbed her and repelled her.

Even if he was driven out of the door, "Lianzhou" who closed his eyes could still hear the sound of drinking water being poured out, absurd and unrestrained.

Her hands and feet were cold.

Time was hard to bear, two hours later, the guests left, and "Lian Zhou" followed the call.

The woman smiled at the still young "Lianzhou": "I really envy you, you have an ordinary and unobtrusive face. It is a sin to be too beautiful but not to keep this beauty.

It's just that your figure is too good, remember to eat more, gain weight, and bask in the sun if you have nothing to do... This world is dirty. "

Her eyes were sad: "I'm dirty too. As for you, it's a good day to be clean."

thirteen days...

Lianzhou stayed cautiously for thirteen days in this brothel full of red dust and filth.

Fortunately, she learned the superb disguise technique from Aunt Song, and finally one day, she waited for a good time to escape.

It was also that day that Aunt Song found her.Lianzhou begged her aunt to save one more person, and her aunt agreed.

But still too late.

She pretended to be a maidservant and served the eldest lady for thirteen days in the boudoir with scars.

Lianzhou will never forget that bloody and brutal scene, full of grief and anger, with the help of her aunt, she raised her hand and swung a knife to kill that inhuman man!

From that day on, Lian Zhou became "ill".

She hates men who are full of lust? She also fears men who are full of strength.

I don't want to follow the path of a husband and a child, I don't want to commit myself to others, and I don't want to be watched by all kinds of greedy eyes.As she grew older, God gave her the most delicate and innocent, coveted beauty.

Zhou Jing frowned, and walked off the couch barefoot.

"Zhouzhou? Zhouzhou?"

"Miss Ning?"

"Miss Lianzhou?"

Knowing that she is afraid of men and worried about scaring them, the candles are lit in the scenic spot in the daytime, and the inner room is brightened.

The girl fell into a nightmare from which she could not break free, her temples drenched with sweat.

"Zhou Zhou?"

She hesitantly put the back of her hand on Lianzhou's forehead, her expression was slightly gloomy, she got up and walked out quickly: "Go get the female doctor!"

Lanterns were lit up in the Gaomen compound, brightly lit.

Zhou Jing turned around and looked back, looking at the pitiful and shivering delicate girl nestled under the quilt, pondered for a moment, said "Sorry" in a low voice, and quickly pulled her out of the brocade quilt soaked in cold sweat.

She could not teach that the newlyweds slept on the ground every night.

Confused, Lianzhou muttered under her weeping voice, and Zhou Jing frowned: she had never seen such a soft little pity.The closer you get, the more compassion in your eyes.

"Mom... save me... save me..."

The whitish lips opened and closed, like lilies beaten by wind and rain.Zhou Jing moved gently, comforting her: "Zhou Zhou, Zhou Zhou is not afraid..."

The female doctor was called up in the middle of the night, and she hurried in with the medicine box. When she saw the day scene, she saluted respectfully: "I've seen—"

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Jing was annoyed: "Come and see, she has a high fever."

In the middle of the night, with such a big commotion, the woman couldn't help asking a few more questions. She didn't expect to see the anxious look of the young Patriarch frowning when she entered the door. Her heart skipped a beat, but she was speechless.

Fragments of light surged from the sky, and the darkness was driven away.

When Lianzhou woke up with limp limbs, she realized where she was lying, she was startled suddenly, even though she found that the clothes were completely on her body, her clear eyes were still full of tears.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to touch the air beside him.

The veil was lifted, and she sat up, through her watery eyes, she inadvertently caught sight of someone curled up on the ground aggrieved.