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"I thought someone saw someone else's marriage and thought I was in the way." He laughed and said, "Well, my heart is relieved, and you cry and feel happy. Come on, let's worship..."

"I don't want it!" Luo Wener broke free from him.

Qian Yumo looked at her for a long time, sighed and held her back in his arms.

"Yuncai, do you remember what you said at the incense fighting conference? You said that no one has ever been perfect. Perfection is everyone's favorite, and there is nothing wrong with it; imperfection is still loved, so what?

A small white porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in front of Luo Wen'er's eyes.

She took it with some confusion and opened it...

"This is your 'poison'. You said that an imperfect person is a bottle of poison. However, if you are sincere, why are you afraid of drinking poison to quench your thirst? If you are sincere, why are you afraid of danger and difficulties? If it is sincere, even if it is poison, it will be as sweet as a poison. Sincerely for a person, you should not only love her good, but also cherish her shortcomings, tolerate her, be considerate of her, take care of her, give her a world, and let her turn over; give her all the trust, no one despises her and never gives up. Clouds..."

He pulled her shoulder and looked at her seriously: "You did the same to me? When I was in distress, when my life was on the line, did you ever leave me because I was a burden and let me die? When those people said that I lost my life in the snowy mountains and never came back, did you ever despair and gave up on me and left me? All I know is that after I escaped from death, the first thing I see is you. All I know is that when I am full of joy and plan to go back to see you, I see you hanging on a high snowy mountain and just want to pick the red elixir that can come back to life for me. You have long known that my life will not be long, and I may die anytime and anywhere, but have you ever despised me, despised me, and refused me thousands of miles away, instead of returning to the sinister court with me and promising to stay with me all my life?

"Clouds, we have never been perfect. If you have to care about this, will I be desperate for you because of the three thousand beauties in my harem? And I knew your so-called mind a long time ago..."

"You..." Luo Wener raised her eyes, but she looked at a pair of eyes full of love.

"You don't have to ask when. I just like you, not because of your beautiful appearance, not because of your ingenuity, not because you are rich and good, not because you are eloquent, smart and easy to learn, just because you are a cloud, and I am very happy with you..."

"Qian Yumo..." Luo Wener suddenly had mixed feelings. What did she want to say, but what did she want to say?

"Clouds, I just want to spend the best years of our lives with you, including every day in the future." Looking at her, he suddenly smiled bitterly: "Actually, you should blame me. I want to marry you, but I can't be in full view of the public; I have countless harems, but I can't announce your identity to everyone; I am rich all over the world, but I can't give you thousands of glory that belongs to you... This is a major event in your life, but I can only have such a wedding that only belongs to you and me, I..." /P>

Luo Wener shook her head, squeezed her lips, was silent for a moment, and slowly raised her head: "No, there is heaven and earth to prove it, and..."

She looked at the group of curious sable around them with their little necks tilted and smiled: "And them..."

Qian Yumo was overjoyed: "You mean, you are willing to marry me?"

Luo Wen'er looked at him and said word by word: "And half of the country... What an expensive bride price!"

"As long as I can be with you, what if I can be with you? Anyway, it didn't fall into the hands of others. He suddenly smiled cunningly and hugged her tightly: "All I have done is to be with you!"

"Qian Yumo..."

Waiting for her to speak out, her lips had been pecked by him: "Come on, let's worship!"

Afraid that she would go back on her next moment, she couldn't help pulling her to face the incense case and sang: "One worship heaven and earth..."

"Two worship high hall..."

"Fare to each other..."

She was not allowed to think much at all. She completed the major events of her life so quickly, held her hand and signed the red and gold wedding book, pressed the hand print, and then picked up the red silk with colored balls on the case, stuffed one end into her hand, and then sang: "Gift..."

The sable carried a huge wooden basin into the door, which was full of petals.

One by one, their small bodies jumped in like a fierce body, called and jumped, and rolled up all kinds of petals, which looked like a rain of petals.

Luo Wen'er looked at the flowers and rain and wanted to laugh, but her tears were wet.

The body was light, and the person was already picked up by him.

His smile is intoxicating, his eyes are intoxicating, and there is only a pair of shadows in his eyes, just her shadow.

"Madam, we are going to 'send him into the bridal chamber'..." His tone was also intoxicating, falling low in her ear, with triumph and teasing.

She stared at him shyly and turned her head slightly, but just leaned against his chest.

The heartbeat through the thin clothes was so powerfully transmitted into her ears and fell into her heart.

"Dong Dong...Dong Dong..."

is a harmonious, unified and indivisible rhythm.

"Bum!"

But there was an unexpected sound to break this tranquility.

It turned out that he put his foot on the door and isolated the "guests" who had been following him. The little guys were annoyed and scratched the door panels.

"This bridal chamber is ours. They can't make trouble!" He bit her ear seriously.

This is a small hut, which is clean and tidy. It is not like the palace. There are curtains hanging everywhere, but the flowers are stringed into curtains, and the lengths are staggered.

Red, pink, yellow, blue... like colorful bells of different shapes, isolating light and folding colorful colors.

He took her to spin between the strings of flower beads...

The wind passes, the flowers are fragrant, and the flowers are gentle.

"Have you done these for a long time?"

She picked up a string of flower beads brushing her shoulder.

The flowers lie quietly in the palm of their palms, delicate and bright, and the petals are still floating with dewdrops.

She touched the dewdrop carefully, as if she had touched his soft heart.

His whisper came to his ear: "It's been a long time. I've been waiting for you for three years..."

Three years...

Luo Wener frowned and suddenly remembered that on that summer night three years ago, after the end of the incense fighting conference, he said that he would surprise her. Then I haven't seen you for many days, but when I see you again, it's in the Fengchi Palace of the Queen Dongfang.

His identity was revealed. At that time, she was simply... thunderbolt.

The blow was so huge that she thought that his so-called "surprise" was the accident he personally directed.

And then, the cold war, the stalemate, what surprise? What promise? Throw them all away from the clouds. Until he went to the cool threshold... They traveled together, played together, and were buried under the ice and snow together...

Three years, three years...

She suddenly thought, how many three years are there in her life? And how many years has he had? How many three years can be their best time? But he spent these precious three years waiting for her...