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Chapter 87. The blood-stained bridal chamber

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    Jiang Qianyang walked into Song Chuyao clapping, with a smile on his face: "Tiaohulishan, you are still so smart, smart enough to turn people around."

    Chu Yao's face was ashen, this time Jiang Qianyang found out, it will be even more difficult to run next time.

    "Why don't you talk." Jiang Qianyang stroked her hair and said softly, "I like your voice, but you haven't said a word recently. Let me think of some ways to get you to speak."

    As he spoke, he suddenly picked up Chuyao, strode into the room, gently placed her on the bed, and turned to close the door.

    Chu Yao's heart tightened slightly. Although Jiang Qianyang put her under house arrest, he hadn't done anything to actually hurt her, and it was obvious what he was going to do now.

    Jiang Qianyang walked back to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned close to her, very close, almost nose to nose, his breath sprayed on her face, and the danger warning was in Chu Yao's mind  rattle.

    Jiang Qianyang caressed the broken hair on her forehead, and gazed affectionately into her pupils. She still had the face of a young scholar. With such a gesture, Jiang Qianyang could make such an affectionate look. Chu Yao  I have to admire him.

    "You didn't look at me like this before." Jiang Qianyang sighed a little, "At that time in the Song Mansion, you would call me Brother Qianyang shyly and timidly. At that time, you looked at me with admiration  .¡±

    Yes, after he married Song Zijue, everything changed. Chuyao's eyes became cold and heartless, and he began to avoid avoidance and alienation.

    Chu Yao just watched him singing a one-man show alone, without saying a word.

    "Chuyao, forget everything about the Song Mansion, forget Song Zijue, let's start over, shall we?" The tenderness in Jiang Qianyang's eyes could turn into water, and he begged slightly: "Let's forget about everything and start over, shall we?  Okay? I will never let you down again."

    Chu Yao still didn't speak, but looked at him with some sarcasm.

    "Why didn't you answer me?" Jiang Qianyang pinched her jaw and met her eyes, "You still don't believe it, right? It doesn't matter, I will use time to prove that I am sincere to you."

    He bent down, took Chuyao's lips, Chuyao frowned, and bit down.  With this sharp bite, a piece of flesh was bitten off the corner of Jiang Qianyang's mouth.

    Chu Yao took a sip, spat out the fishy sweetness that had spread to his mouth, and said coldly: "Jiang Qianyang, don't insult the word sincerity, you are never worthy of it!"

    Jiang Qianyang raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and looked at Chuyao, "I was never worthy? Then who is worthy? Xiao Jing? Rong Shaoyang? Or Luo Shuyan? Chuyao, I married Song Zijue because I owe you  First, but you are dealing with so many men, don't you think you are right?"

    "Jiang Qianyang, I think there has been some misunderstanding between us." Chu Yao looked at his face.

    Jiang Qianyang looked happy, thinking that her attitude was about to soften, but Chuyao said: "I misunderstood that I liked you once, but you have always misunderstood that you love me. You just want to get it, and I  It's just treating you like a piece of driftwood when you were in the Song Mansion."

    Simple, straightforward and powerful, Jiang Qianyang changed his face when he heard the words, and said: "It's not wrong to love someone and want to get them. As for you saying that I am a piece of driftwood in the Song Mansion, do you think I would mind?  Yao, you underestimate my obsession with you."

    He put his hand on Chuyao's waist, and slowly pulled away her belt, Chuyao's body froze.

    "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Jiang Qianyang pulled out his belt and brushed off her coat, Chu Yao was terrified.

    Jiang Qianyang bent down again to kiss Chuyao's lips, but when Chuyao turned his head, his lips landed on her cheek.

    "Jiang Qianyang, don't make me hate you forever." Chu Yao tried her best to control her trembling voice.

    Jiang Qianyang paused, moved away from Chuyao, and said: "I really shouldn't be impatient. For so many years, I have always wanted to marry you into the door. The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will be a good day. How about we get married?"  Sample?"

    Chu Yao knew that if she shook her head now, Jiang Qianyang would only continue what happened just now, and it would be better to delay it for a while, so Chu Yao nodded.

    Jiang Qianyang was a little happy, straightened up from Chuyao, covered her with the quilt, and said, "Rest well, I will definitely prepare all the things to marry in the future, and I will definitely not be worse than Song Zijue at that time.  "

    Jiang Qianyang withdrew from the door and ordered several guards not to leave the room for half a step no matter what happened, otherwise they would be killed.

    Chuyao lay on the bed, and let go of her constricted heart. Since Jiang Qianyang said that she will marry in the future, she will be safe for the next two days.But how to escape here, these guards will definitely not fall into the trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain after listening to the order.

    After a sleepless night, a few maidservants came in early the next morning to wash her and change her into women's clothes.

    "Girl, the general asked the girl to take off the face." The little maid finished combing Chuyao's hair and said.

    "Go get sulfur water." Chuyao looked at herself dressed in women's clothing in the Linghua mirror, with a young scholar's face on her face, which was a bit ridiculous.

    After removing the mask, the little maids were really amazed when they returned to their original appearance.

    Jiang Qianyang might be obsessed with something important, so he didn't come to see her today, and tomorrow is the wedding day, but she is still helpless now, and it will be too late tomorrow night.

    "Girl, this is the Fengguan Xiapei prepared by the general for you." The little maid spread out the red silk and said to her.

    "The general really attaches great importance to the girl, so he came to Yongzhou on the third day. Things were complicated, and he personally chose the phoenix crown and Xiapei for the girl." Another little girl agreed.

    Chu Yao looked at the red eyes coldly, and smiled sarcastically.

    Even though she was unwilling, she was changed into a wedding dress and a phoenix crown early the next morning.

    Within two days, Jiang Qianyang hung red silk and happy characters everywhere in the mansion, and the firecrackers rang out. He invited all the officials and local gentlemen from Yongzhou.

    With such a big fanfare, Jiang Qianyang is not afraid that Xiao Jing will know?  Or is it deliberately so fanfare that it is easy to deceive people?

    Chuyao was helped out by Xi Niang with her head covered. Jiang Qianyang took the red hydrangea in her hand and led her into the hall.

    "Bow to heaven and earth!" Sing loudly.

    Jiang Qianyang bent outwards, Chuyao didn't cooperate, and he didn't care.

    "Two worships to the high hall!"

    Heh, Jiang Qianyang is an orphan, where did he come from?  Chuyao smiled mockingly under the red cover, but she remained motionless.

    "Husband and wife pay their respects!"

    After Jiang Qianyang performed these rituals alone, he asked Xi Niang to escort Chuyao back to the wedding room.

    Chuyao took off the red hijab by herself and sat on the bed. There were bridesmaids and maids guarding the inner room, and guards outside. Could it be that she was really doomed today?

    Chuyao shook the hand that was tightly guarded in the wedding robe. In her hand was a golden bead hairpin. This bead hairpin was too thin and did not give her a sense of security.

    The wait during this period was so long, Chuyao's palms gradually began to sweat.

    Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door, Chu Yao's hand was tightened again, and he took a deep breath.

    "Go down." Jiang Qianyang waved away Xi Niang and the maid, and walked towards Chuyao.

    He smiled, "I should be the one to take off the hijab, you are too impatient."

    Chu Yao started off, and if he didn't look at him, he didn't hear him.

    Under the red candle, dressed in a wedding gown, Chuyao's face was unparalleled with a little makeup, and her long eyelashes cast shadows around her eyes, trembling and trembling, as if scratching Jiang Qianyang's itch in his heart.

    He was stunned, and unconsciously approached her slowly, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and said obsessively: "The most beautiful woman in the world, only you can afford it."

    He bent down to grab Chuyao's lips.

    Suddenly, Jiang Qianyang kicked his legs and turned around. Chuyao took a closer look, and his heart instantly felt at ease.

    "General Jiang, are you here all right?" Rong Shaoyang was dressed in white and stood under the red candles, with a sense of detachment.

    Seeing that it was Rong Shaoyang, Jiang Qianyang's face suddenly sank. He knew that Rong Shaoyang's martial arts were profound and unpredictable, and he was definitely not his opponent. Since he had already entered here, the guards outside were naturally taken care of.

    "Rong Shaoyang, don't forget that I am an important official in the court, offending me will not benefit the Rong family." Jiang Qianyang looked straight at Rong Shaoyang and said: "If you go back now, I can pretend that nothing happened.  "

    "I never knew that General Jiang could tell jokes." Rong Shaoyang didn't talk to him too much, just dodged around and grabbed him by the throat.

    Although Jiang Qianyang's martial arts is not as good as his, he can still dodge every move.

    Rong Shaoyang pressed his hands tightly every step of the way, as if he really wanted to kill him, the palm wind became more and more fierce, after a few strokes, he hit Jiang Qianyang, Jiang Qianyang was thrown on the frame, vomiting blood and fell to the ground.

    Rong Shaoyang looked down at Jiang Qianyang from above, and said calmly, "Jiang Qianyang, you shouldn't have touched her."

    Rong Shaoyang raised his palm, channeled his internal strength, and slapped his celestial spirit cap with a palm.

    Jiang Qianyang opened his eyes wide, struggled to turn his head to the side, and looked at Chuyao who was dressed in a beautiful dress like a red lotus in full bloom.

    Then, he fell softly to the ground with a smile on his lips.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com).com
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