[red line lead] one

I've been busy with my thesis recently. Hey, I'm just procrastinating. I'm going to hand it in now. I haven't written it.

Library books have also been borrowed...

For the exam the day after tomorrow, I just borrowed the book and copied it quickly. I hope I can read it tomorrow...

After the interview in the afternoon, there will be classes in the evening. The new chapter will not come out for the time being, but there will definitely be another chapter today and tomorrow.

So let's take a look at a new article for the time being. This story is a little sadistic at the beginning, but in fact, a gray, happy and still a little fantasy heroine is a cute goblin story.

[Red Line]

(also known as elopement office)

The first swallow flies in front of the hall

One holding machine

The sixth day of March this year is a rare auspicious day, especially suitable for marriage.

On this day, I don't know how many pairs of men and women decided to get married. Among them, the most eye-catching are naturally those high-ranking people in the capital.

Shi Xiaohou of Dingyuan Houfu wants to marry the daughter of Song Shangshu on this day; at the same time, Chen Xiangguo's son will also marry the daughter of Li Xueshi's family.

At an auspicious time, the two teams set out almost at the same time, and they were unwilling to lag behind each other. The grand appearance was sighed by the people who were accustomed to the world in the capital. And the door of the bride's house has long been surrounded by the people. The scene of the mother's house can't be lost. Everyone is saying that this is really a good match. God-given good fate, golden boy and jade girl, a natural pair.

"Is this the so-called golden jade fate?" A woman in white sighed gently in the crowd, and then smiled at the corners of her mouth, which was bright and touching, and then her red lips gently opened: "Bulls!"

Naturally, the last two words became blurred by the sound of firecrackers. The people around turned their heads and disappeared from the figure just now, thinking that they probably heard it wrong.

In the Shangshu Mansion, the matchmaker twisted her body and walked in, saying congratulations, and then smiled and said that the groom was already waiting outside. It was time to ask Miss Song to come out to say goodbye to her parents and get on the sedan chair.

"It's all ready. When the auspicious time comes, the groom will come to welcome the bride." Mrs. Song also made a lot of efforts for the marriage. Seeing that this happy event was about to happen, half of her heart was relieved and called the maid around her to call the lady.

However, before the maid who went to call someone arrived at the boudoir, Miss Song's maid Mei Han had already screamed and ran out, and said, "No, my lord, madam, she suddenly fainted!"

"Fat?" The matchmaker saw the bride who cried and fainted, but she fainted before she left the room. Did she cry too much?

"I guess I'm too nervous. Hey, my child is like this. It doesn't matter, Mei Han, you put the lady on the sedan chair with some other girls. Don't miss the time. Mrs. Song was unhappy, but she did not show it on her face and greeted with a festive smile.

"But madam..." Mei Han did not immediately obey his orders, but looked at the master's wife and said hesitantly, "The young lady's face is very ugly and her body is very cold. She doesn't respond to any matter how she screams, as if she is very sick. Does she let the doctor..."

"Nonsense, this happy event is to see the doctor head-to-head, isn't it?" Mrs. Song immediately objected, glanced at the silent Master Song, and said in a more kind tone, "Miss is in good health. How can she suddenly get sick? It won't be a big deal. You can help the young lady out of the sedan chair first. The time of worship can't be delayed. Just take a break.

Mrs Song insisted, and Mei Han could not resist. According to her, she found a few powerful maids to carefully help Song Chujing out and bring her to the hall to say goodbye to Mrs. Song.

If it hadn't been for someone holding it next to him, I'm afraid he would never be able to get up again when he kowtowed, but the ippa on his head still fell to the ground, revealing Song Chujing's pale face inside. If he hadn't put on heavy makeup, he wouldn't have seen that it was still a human face at all. The matchmaker seemed to be defended, but Mrs. Song immediately picked up the veil and asked Mei Han to hang it up for the lady, and then went out.

"Miss Song is..." The matchmaker saw that Song Chujing seemed to be loose all over. When she passed by her, she couldn't help touching her powerless hand hanging in her sleeve. As expected, it was terriblely cold, like a dead person.

"She has been like this since she was a child. She will be nervous when she encounters major events, and she will get better after a while." Mrs. Song smiled and approached the matchmaker, holding her hand very intimately, and secretly stuffed a bag of ingots into the matchmaker's sleeve.

The matchmaker also had a more flattering smile on her face and gave Mrs. Song a reassuring look: "Well, Miss Song is a lady. I guess she is quiet and strange in the boudoir. I have never seen such a scene. When she enters the groom's door and enters the bridal chamber, she will naturally get better."

It happened that the groom outside was also impatient to wait and sent someone in to urge him. A group of people hurriedly helped Song Chujing out and sat in the sedan chair, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Only Mei Han, who was a dowry, looked worriedly at the sedan chair from time to time and always felt that something was wrong with the young lady.

The sound of firecrackers remembered again, and the blows were all up. The groom rode a white horse high, with smiles on his face, leading the bride back home surrounded by everyone.

At the same time, at the gate of the bachelor's mansion, which is only two streets apart, Chen Yizhou has also just picked up the bride into the sedan chair, but he could not see the spring breeze that the groom should have, and his eyes were solemn. When he walked to the white horse with a big red bouquet, he sighed inaudiblely.

" Mr. Chen, your things have been lost." A woman in white suddenly came out of the crowd, and the pure white dress made Chen Yizhou's wedding dress more bright and even dazzling. It was the woman who blinked at Chen Yizhou and then handed him the things in her hand.

"It's you, didn't you say..." Chen Yizhou obviously met this woman. As soon as he saw her, he said something, but stopped after seeing what was in his hand.

"What is this?"

"The machine is colorless and tasteless. After eating it, you will be unconscious immediately, and you can completely leave the world after an hour. Don't worry, you won't feel pain." The woman in white introduced briskly, with a happy look on her face and even a little joy.

"Hold the machine..." Repeating the name, Chen Yizhou seemed to remember something and his eyes drifted into the distance.

The woman in white has walked back to the crowd and suddenly thought of something. She turned back and added, "By the way, Song Chujing has taken the lead not long ago. A whole bottle, I don't have a drop left. I'm really afraid that there will be any side effects.

"What, did you say Chujing?" Chen Yizhou screamed, but his voice was covered by the sudden sound of firecrackers. There was a crackling and smoke overflowing. When I went to look for it, the figure of the woman in white had disappeared.

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the sedan chair is back home." The ceremonial officer shouted loudly.

Chen Yizhou seems to have not heard anything. To be precise, he can't hear or see anything now. What is repeated in his mind is the scene of Song Chujing resolutely drinking the machine.

"First quiet!" Finally, the excited voice even changed its tone. The people around him had no time to stop it. Chen Yizhou had jumped on the horse and sped away before everyone realized it.

"Young master, where are you going? Miss Li..."

The only red flower on Chen Yizhou's chest answered him, which was taken off by him and threw it in the air, drawing a beautiful arc and rolling down to the ground.