No Wedding Unless Enemies and Lovers

In the Eastern Qichen Palace, red lanterns are hung on silk and satin, showing the joy of the palace.

Different from this joyous feeling, a green-leaf maid carrying a lantern hurriedly walked in the courtyard of the palace, and asked everybody, "Have you seen the princess?"

All I got was a unified answer: "No."

The maid was not discouraged when she heard the words, and continued to look forward...

The night black wind was high, and a pair of hands with mud slowly climbed the stone well. After a while, the black figure with moss on the head lay beside the well, gasping for breath.

Her head hurt so severely that she wanted to scold her.

She stood up and swayed, staggering forward, sometimes rubbing and shaking her head.

The front yard was full of festive and lively drinking wedding wine. No one was patrolling and guarding the backyard, so she staggered to the door of the wedding room without any hindrance.

The carved frame of the door was affixed with a big red word "Happy", and the candlelight from the window rim made her face pale like a ghost.

With a pair of round eyes filled with confusion, she scratched her head and couldn't help taking a breath, plucking the moss from her head and throwing it on the ground.

A low-pitched woman laughed from the room, "Lord, tonight is our bridal chamber, and my concubine is very happy. Are you... happy?"

The man didn't answer. He stretched up half of his body and looked at the woman who had turned into a pool of spring water in his arms. Looking at her lusty eyes and rosy cheeks, he breathed out, but laughed in a low voice.

His voice is like a breeze blowing in a woman's ears, and his smile is so **** and charming.

The woman pursed her mouth, with a hint of complaint and anger in her tone, "Chen... why don't you speak?"

The man chuckled, his eyes flowed, and the drunken smile of the scenery, the soft magnetic voice sounded: "You are beautiful tonight, I just want to see you more carefully..."

The woman stroked the man's cheek with her finger, and said affectionately, "Master, you look at me so affectionately, your concubine body will be overwhelmed!"

The black shadow hiding at the door overhearing seemed to be numbed by these words, shivering inexplicably, the door next to it suddenly creaked.

The sound cut through the ambiguous room.

The figure at the door shook, and then she lost her strength and rolled into the room...

Damn, why the door is not locked, she just listened to the corner, why did she fall in?

There was deathly silence in the room, and then there was a woman's sharp scream, and the man's magnetic, slightly unpleasant shout echoed in the air: "Who? Here, there is an assassin!"

She rolled around on the ground and waved her hand hurriedly, "Not an assassin, not an assassin, misunderstanding!"

Ji Yuqing hurriedly wrapped her body in a quilt, but couldn't help but poked her head out curiously to check the hapless ghost who rolled into the house. An assassin is unlikely. How can there be such a dumb assassin who can't even hide his figure?

This person was very dusty and embarrassed, a white face was covered with messy seaweed-like hair, only a pair of bright black eyes were exposed, looking like a ghost.

Xiao Yichen had already got up and drew out the sword resting on the wooden frame beside the bed, and the silver light cut through the sky and pierced towards the people on the ground.

Ji Yuqing, who was sitting on the bed, screamed with a pale face, "Master, tonight is our day of rejoicing. It is not good to see blood!"

She didn't want to see the horror scene of blood splashing on the spot in such a beautiful night, such a beautiful night, she would have nightmares.

This sentence seemed to remind Xiao Yichen that, with a reduction in his strength, he directly placed the sword on the person's shoulder, forcing the other person to raise his head.

The person holding the sword slowly raised his head, a pair of sharp eyes swept across the man in the red robe in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the pale Ji Yuqing, who was wrapped in the quilt on the bed. The chaotic scene in my mind gradually became clear.

Countless pictures flashed through her mind like a rewind. She had recognized the two people in front of her, her sister Ji Yuqing and her husband Xiao Yichen.