After the first assistant's wife is reborn

Chapter 3

Xia Sichan was wearing a red-and-gold wedding gown with mandarin ducks and double-breasted sleeves, staring out of the window in a daze, vaguely hearing the mingling of cups and cups in the front yard, and the endless hustle and bustle.Restraining his emotions, he said softly, "Shiju, I'm fine."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard salutes from outside the door: "Greetings, sir."

Shi Ju hastily covered her head again, and Xia Sichan was sitting upright on the bed sprinkled with concentric money and colorful fruits.

There is a big longan under her thigh, she likes to eat it most, and she groped into it without leaving a trace and held it in the palm of her hand.

There is a red light in front of my eyes, and the room is hazy through the thin red silk.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and then closed again.

The sound of steady and powerful footsteps seemed to step on her heart.Just like the previous life, tense and helpless.

However, there is more calmness.

After experiencing it once, I also want to understand my future plans, so my heart will not hurt anymore.

Immediately after the bead curtain was lifted, there was the crisp sound of pearls and jade colliding, and a handsome figure was seen striding in through the tulle, followed by the smell of alcohol.

He stood in the middle of the room, looking in her direction, motionless.

A gust of night wind came in through the crack of the window, blowing the red wedding curtain slightly swaying.

Wei Ziqian was wearing a brand-new black gauze hat, a crimson gown with a collar and a right lapel robe, and a floral rhinoceros leather belt. He was taller than he imagined, tall and straight, with a deep and handsome appearance, and his appearance could not be seen clearly through the red silk , but that line of sight is a bit compelling, not hot and compelling, but slightly condensed.

Shi Ju hurriedly got up to salute, and saw that his lady hadn't moved at all, and became more and more anxious, and said in a low voice: "Miss..."

Could it be that when you saw my uncle, you were surprised by surprise?
There is a red light in front of my eyes, and the room is hazy through the thin red silk.

Xia Sichan, who had experienced it once, felt her heart skip a beat, and her fair fingers twisted together.

He stared for a moment, stepped forward and pulled the tulle slowly, revealing a beautiful face, with red lips and white teeth, as beautiful as a flower, and it was so beautiful that it was not like ordinary people.

It looks too bright.

Immediately afterwards, under Xi Niang's operation, the two drank a cup of wine...
When the servants in the bridal chamber left, Wei Ziqian's brows were light, he looked away, and said in a cold voice, "You should rest."

Xia Sichan was taken aback for a moment. In his previous life, he just lifted his robe and left, leaving only the sound of the door closing.

In Xia Sichan's trance, Wei Ziqian turned around and walked out the door.

"Master..." She stood up and took two steps after her, her breath slightly unsteady, staring at Wei Ziqian in a daze.

Wei Ziqian withdrew his strided foot and frowned at her, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Xia Sichan see his face clearly, it was still as bright as the autumn moon, as bright as spring flowers, a little more calm and restrained than the same age as his age, the bright red wedding dress made his face look cold and white, The indifference between the brows seemed to be annoying.

Even though Xia Sichan felt unwilling and hated, she had to admit that Wei Ziqian had a very good life.

Born in a wealthy family with a lot of food, his body is full of arrogance.His sword eyebrows are slightly frowned, his figure is tall, and his thin lips are slightly pursed, but it shows his coolness.

Isn't it Bo Liang?
Bao Liang, who has been married for many years, still regards herself as an outsider, letting others bully and manipulate her, and even dies miserably in a desolate family temple...

In fact, it wasn't the first time Xia Sichan saw Wei Ziqian in Prime Minister Yan's residence.

The first time she saw him was two years ago, at the Zhongming Temple outside the city. She followed her sister-in-law to pray for blessings. When she went down the mountain, she encountered a landslide. Their carriage was blocked halfway, and they were oncoming. Young Master Qingjun, who was made of ancient jade, helped them out of the siege.

At that time, he, Zhilan Yushu, with clear eyes and picturesque features, came here gracefully, like an immortal descended from the sky, and she could remember that picture for a lifetime.

Later, at last year's Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet, those icy eyes made one's heart and lungs cold...

After reliving the whole life, the heart like stagnant water has long understood his coldness, but he still put on a smile: "Master, I have something to say to you."

She had just cried and put on makeup, but when she was illuminated by the red candle in the room, she felt a little terrified for no reason.

Seeing her like this, Wei Ziqian frowned slightly, not knowing what she was going to do, but in the end he sat on the chair beside her, nodded modestly and said, "Speak."

Still cherish words like gold.

Xia Sichan took a deep breath and said quickly: "I don't want to explain what happened before, I'm just a girl, and I can't do anything about the decisions made by the elders in my family. Therefore, I express my deep apologies, I know that the master doesn't like me, So Lord, let's make peace!"

She spoke like a cannonball, and she took a few more breaths until she finished speaking. She spoke too fast and suffocated her to death!

Wei Ziqian was stunned for a rare moment, his ice sculpture-like face cracked, he tapped his knuckles on the table, and said calmly, "Heli? Do you know what day it is tonight?"

Red candles spilled dim light through the window lattice, so naturally we knew that it was a wedding night in the bridal chamber!

She closed her eyes, suppressed the waves in her eyes, got up and bowed to Wei Ziqian, lowered her eyes and said: "I didn't do it on purpose that day, and I am deeply guilty for causing you to marry me. I only hope that you and I will marry you." Respect each other like a guest for a year. Don't worry, when the one-year period is up, I will make peace with you, and I will never occupy the position of your wife."

Xia Sichan paused, then asked again: "Look, how are you?"

However, Wei Ziqian didn't expect her to say such a thing. The girl in front of her was still in a bowing posture, her body was trembling slightly, her eyebrows and eyes were downcast, making it difficult for people to see the real emotion in her eyes.

But Wei Ziqian did not forget the way she threw herself into her arms back then.

"Since you married into the Wei Mansion, if there is no fault, I will never divorce you."

He was talking about the Wei Mansion, not himself, which meant that Xia Sichan, who had resurrected his life, naturally understood.

To him, he is just a stranger occupying the position of Mrs. Wei, not his wife Wei Ziqian.

It's a pity that she didn't see through her previous life all her life, and she still took her life when she was about to die.

His meaning is very straightforward, just like the previous life, he will never stop abandoning you, making your heart feel like ashes, and the lamp oil is exhausted and you die.

Xia Sichan laughed sarcastically, and her voice became a little colder. She raised her head and looked at Wei Ziqian with unwavering eyes: "You are reluctant to marry me, so I will never have any heirs in my life. There are three ways to be unfilial." No offspring is the greatest, as the heir of the Wei family, you can't be such an unfaithful and unfilial person, it is reasonable and reasonable to reconcile with me."

Even found the reason.

But if she really didn't want to marry herself, why did she use all means in the first place?
The woman's eyes were firm, and Wei Ziqian frowned slightly.

Is this a retreat to advance, and another way to attract my attention?
　Xia Sichan: Let's make up.

　　Wei Ziqian: On the night of the bridal chamber, talk about reconciliation?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)