Smack-

The door was opened lightly, and the lively voice of the matchmaker outside sounded, and it was quiet for a long time.

The bridegroom in the red robe turned around, closed the door, and looked back to bed.

The girl sitting there was covered with her head covered, and the wedding room arranged around her was red and gorgeous, as if her whole heart was red.

It was the image he had always dreamed of.

It finally came true, but he didn't dare to take a step for a long time-

"Yanhua?" Until, the girl sitting there was soft and glutinous, and shouted timidly.

The man at the door finally moved, took a gentle step, and walked in front of her.

In Luo Yuer's dark red vision, a jade-like hand fell under her hijab, reached in front of her, and lifted the red hijab on top of her head.

Hmmm-

The girl slowly raised her little face.

The already beautiful eyebrows and eyes were stained with rouge and light makeup, and the crooked eyes seemed to be shining with a warm light under the fiery red candlelight.

The girl was dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts palpitate, and her beautiful little face was a little red, which made people's hearts tremble.

I want to bend down and take a small bite.

"Yanhua." She bent her eyes and asked him with a soft smile, "Did you get your wish?" ”

"Hmm." Yanhua stretched out her hand, touched her little face, gently lowered her eyebrows, and responded.

His low voice was scorching.

"It's a dream."

"Hey, hey." The girl smiled very sweetly.

The beautiful appearance of the girl in the wedding dress was simply more beautiful than any picture he could have imagined in his memory.

"But shouldn't you be called 'Xianggong'?" He lowered his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's not done yet." The girl pursed her mouth coquettishly, tilted her head innocently, and opened her beautiful eyes wide: "I haven't drunk a glass of wine yet." ”

He paused and chuckled.

"I forgot."

He turned around and took the tray, and the girl in front of him reached out her little hand and took out the flask in the tray before him—

The girl's little hands were as delicate as fat jade, and she poured two cups lightly, Yan Hua didn't care, and let her hand out a cup and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Oh, yours, mine." Then, the girl put down the flask, squeezed the hand of the wine glass, and wrapped it around his wrist delicately: "Drink it like this." ”

Yan Hua tilted her head, smiled calmly, and let her fiddle.

Until she looked down, and in those smiling eyes, he was reflected, and she bent down with a smile—

When she was about to drink the glass of wine in her hand.

Swish!

He hooked her wrist and lifted his other hand, gently grabbing her little hand that was about to bring the wine to her mouth.

"Huh?" Luo Yu'er looked at him blankly and smiled: "What's wrong?" ”

"Woe to you." He looked at her with a smile, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his gentle and mellow voice suddenly burst out: "Do you want to die in my arms again, the second time?" ”

These sudden words fell like thunder.

Tell Luo Yuer to freeze in place.

She blinked, confused.

"Yanhua? What are you talking about? ”

"The red clothes are like blood, and the smile is like a flower-" Yan Hua lowered her head, leaned into her ear, gently rubbed her hair, and said in a low voice: "It's exactly the same as the you I dreamed of in the painting." ”

Luo Ji'er's beautiful eyes were still full of confusion, and she stepped back slightly, meeting the burning black eyes of the handsome man, until she heard a deep magnetic voice sounding calmly.

"The character Luo Yuer, the identity of the Empress Dowager of the Chen Dynasty, the main task is to live as Luo Yuer."

"There are three catastrophes, one is the tyrant Yanhua, the second is the son Chen Yan, and the third is the Luo family."

The man's voice was word-by-word, without the slightest ripple and undulation, but it made the girl's heart sink suddenly.