Chapter 120 The wood is black

The sky of the cube was not divided into night and day. Later, in order to make people rest better, it simulated yin and yang day and night, but there was no sun.

The sun, the source of the growth of all things, can never be replicated. Therefore, the artificial sun is used in the day cube. In fact, it is not necessary to use it for lighting, but to make the whole space look more natural. But after all, artificial doesn't have to be naturally good. No matter how much you look like it, you can better taste the difference after staying for a long time.

With the passage of time, the artificial sun gradually dimmed, and the night came, but the main cubic was full of lights and noise.

The waiter changed my engagement dress, red and bright dress, cloud embroidery, flowing blue silk, the best meaning, the highest blessing, every stitch, every silk thread, all means unparalleled prayer.

This gorgeous suit should have been worn by me to go to the trace department, but now it is used to announce that I have grown up to bear the responsibility and burden of the family.

Growing up happily and freely under the care of the family, from today on, we must do our part for the prosperity of the family. Not to mention the prosperity of descendants, we must ensure the prosperity of the family for a long time.

Pack up your mood and show a happy smile.

If this is my mission, I don't have to struggle. People will not become prisoners of fate, but they will become their own prisoners. I will take this marriage seriously and Youmu seriously. He is not a suitable person for love, maybe he will become a suitable person for life.

Of course, it will certainly not throb like the Love Track Department, but there is no doubt that Youmu will be an important participant in my life in the future. They are not as good as Jing Mingyue, but far more than the trace department.

As for the Jibu, there is no need to think about it. He will go back well, be a qualified leader of the family, inherit the property of the Jibu family, and then marry and have children, and live his life in an ordinary and extraordinary way. Such a life will not be without my participation.

And I, the position where I stand, should have been dedicated to my family.

There is nothing wrong with the engagement with Youmu. My father chose him after many considerations. I am too wayward and need a person who can tolerate me. Secondly, as far as the family's interests are concerned, although Duanmu is a famous family, it is just a small family. At present, it seems that at least for a hundred years can only be dependent on the Jing family; Secondly, Youmuxun is a strange person and seems to be gentle, but in fact he is quietly cruel. However, in the contract with Jing Mingyue, such a person, even if there is something wrong with me, can only be left to me and will not hurt me at all.

The door of the boudoir slowly opens, just like opening a winding and deep tunnel, and the way ahead is unpredictable.

The road to the future is still far away.

I left my boudoir for 20 years under the guidance of the waiter. Outside the door, my father was waiting for me. Jing Mingyue and the four leaders have gone to the engagement hall to entertain guests.

Although most of them are family members.

My father's eyes were full of relief and pride, and he was a little reluctant, but his hand firmly let me hold it. Father, for the sake of being a father, it's really hard to say compared with my biological father who didn't even come to see it.

"One day, you will get married. What Dad can do for you is to weigh the pros and cons, choose the most suitable position for you, and ensure your life. Love is just a part of life. Now you will feel that there is nothing left without love. In the future, you will know that love is actually just an impulse.

"I know. Dad. Did Dad think so at the beginning?

"How come? Girl, how dare you make fun of your father?"

Entering the spacious reception hall, the waiter took an elegant step with a plate, and Jing's collateral and doorman communicated in a low voice. Seeing us come in, there are gentle blessings, warm hugs, alienation and politeness, and unhiddened dissatisfaction... All kinds of people, all kinds of expressions, dazzling. Look at our own people, just like rivers and lakes, there are many factions, each with their own positions.

However, almost all the people who can gather here have a consensus - Jing's glory is the highest belief.

Few outsiders can enter today's banquet. Even Duanmu, only Duanmu came with a woman, not someone else, but the biological mother of the eldest son of the Duanmu clan, who looked very quiet. No matter how unwilling Youmuxun is, he has to play the role of the eldest son of the Duanmu clan now and even for a long time in the future. This includes filial piety to the biological mother.

I noticed that when the woman's warm eyes fell on Youmuxun, Youmuxun would unconsciously tidy up her sleeves and look very free, but in fact, it was just a cover-up.

As for the people next to Duanmu, they are not eligible to receive invitations.

He smiled and replied to the person who greeted him, withdrew his look at Youmuxun, and whispered to his father, "How come? I'm Dad's most clever daughter. How come! By the way, at the beginning, Youmu really said that your father did not hesitate to betray the Huangfu family for the sake of the person you love. Father, do you regret it?

The father thought for a moment and said, "I don't regret it. What is there to regret about this? I have done everything that should be done, and I am free. There is nothing to regret.

"Then father, I won't regret today's decision." There is really nothing to regret about becoming Youmu's fiancee.

The father finally eased the color and said happily, "It's best for you to think so."

Youmu stood at the end of the red carpet, dressed in gorgeous clothes, which made his waist more and more straight and loose. Such a person, even with the same face, will see the difference at first sight. Unfortunately, not everyone can see it.

At least the head of the Dumaki clan didn't see any difference.

He is also a son. He spends his time on his eldest son, which is obviously too much. He spoiled his eldest son so much that he couldn't wait to defeat the Duanmu family. However, his heir was raised like herding sheep and eating grass, so that he still doesn't know his son's ability, let alone that his eldest son has been replaced by his heir.

He looked happy and was still relieved that his eldest son was suddenly enlightened.

Step by step on the narrow red carpet. I came up with a saying that marriage is like a crumbling single-plank bridge, which can accommodate up to two people. Even if both of them fall into the water, no one can escape.

This fate will be decided from the day of marriage. Narrow red carpet, up to two people.

It's funny again. I just got engaged and got married. That's very early.

Youmu's smiling face is gentle and inclusive.

The new one cooled down a little. That smile reminded me of that day. He told me that he dug out Weier's eyes and put them at the head of the bed every day. It is also so gentle and tolerant, Dun Dun whispering, like a lover-like murmur.

My father handed my hand to Youmu's hand and told him to treat me well. I was dizzy, and I looked at his smile more and more chilled. However, there is a lot of laughter around us, which are all blessings to us. The brain is buzzing, and the heartbeat is pounding and accelerating, becoming more and more uneasy.

Youmu raised the corners of his lips and leaned over, "You also feel it, right?" Such a gesture, like a whisper between lovers, attracted a kind laugh from the guests.

My face is pale. My heart has been cool for a long time. He should have known that he was that kind of person. I also thought that he would be a suitable person for life, just looking for abuse.

What the hell does this bastard want to do?

At this moment, my father and Duanmu are sitting on you. The master of ceremonies read a congratulatory message, and its content is nothing more than the fate of marriage. How difficult it is to combine two people, but it is just an engagement, and how rare it is to know and love each other.

After saying that, he sang, "Oi-salute! The first ceremony - the two simple words, the tone pulled the elders, but the voice was sacred and solemn and inviolable.

The first gift is a gift to thank heaven and earth, giving us the opportunity to come to the world and meet each other.

The second ceremony is to kneel down and worship the high hall. They give birth to us and give us life to teach us success.

The third ceremony is that the unmarried couple worship each other, indicating that they respect each other, walk together, and complete the reincarnation of life in spring, autumn, winter and summer.

The first gift is completed, followed by the second gift.

Before kneeling down, he saw a woman standing behind the master Duanmu. The corners of the wood's eyes twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled down. It was rare to show contempt, and he did not move. I don't move.

Duanmu is very good at pretending that he always looks like a modest gentleman. Only when he meets someone he cares about will be so out of control.

Of course, that Weir is definitely not. You can talk about killing people. What do you care about?

The rest is only his mother, the woman who has never had a good color with the head of the Duanmu family from the beginning. I heard that she and the mother of the eldest son of the Duanmu family are very different... There are all kinds of twists and turns, only the person concerned know. According to the situation, Youmu intends not to let me know so much from the beginning.

Because that woman is the person whose mother cares about all her life, she pays special attention and her emotions are inevitably exposed.

I can't help but feel sorry for him. It's not his wish to develop such an unpleasant nature. Jing Mingyue and I have a great mother, so we have a father who loves us. And Youmu had an out-of-tune father, so even his mother was lost.

What a pity.

Thinking about it, the resentment against him was reduced by one point.

I think so much, but it's a matter of breathing. Hearing this, my father patted the table and said harshly, "What do you mean?" I think my father wants to smash the cup, which is our family tradition - I learned it from my father. However, it was very unlucky to drop the cup today, so it was a little euphemistic.

is also the face of the Mu clan at the very bottom. Of course, it was also Duanmu who brought me face.

What is the identity of that woman? How dare she stand behind the master of the Duanmu clan and be worshipped by me?

The owner of the Duanmu family is fine at home, and he is very afraid of the father of the ancient Manchu clan. He hesitated and said, "My wife, my wife is Alin's mother..."

"My wife? What kind of insider? Don't be in a hurry to put gold on your face. Duanmu's mistress is not immortal for many years, and I haven't heard of Duanmu's master to continue your string. Where did the insider come from? If you dare to stand there with a low status, what is our baby? Everyone can accept her gift, and they are not afraid of losing their lives!" Turning back, the muzzle was aimed at Youmu, "Alin, you will live in Jing's Manor for me in the future. Our Baosheng has been spoiled since childhood, and we have not let her suffer any grievances. In this way, in case of coming to Duanmu in the future, she will think that there is no one in the Jing family, so she will show her face.

Youmu pretended to hesitate, "Father-in-law, this?"

Jing Mingyue came out to make up the matter, "Father, they are just engaged. Let's talk about the future. Besides, Duanmu is also a very well-behaved person. How can he mess up the rules because of others?

"That's it. We will never treat Baosheng badly. Duanmu was extremely good, and people were not remarkable. "Then let's continue this ceremony." Be a little more flattering and a little more careful.

Youmu Xun looked at it from beginning to end, but she didn't know what was thinking.

My father hummed twice and reluctantly sat down.

From beginning to end, the woman standing behind the master of the Duanmu clan did not say a word, nor did she look randomly, but silently lowered her head. Although the material of the clothes on the body is good, it is not conspicuous, and it does not look shivering. It lowers its eyebrows and looks as pleasing to the eyes, so as possible to reduce your sense of existence. He is a very smart person. But I also think so. If it weren't for such a person, how could he spit blood out the mother of the Duanmu clan?

I made a go, but my father intended to build prestige for me. Most of the people present were his own. He shared the honor and disgrace with the Jing family and would never reassure this episode.

What surprised me was that I was still greeting the guests, but in a blink of an eye, there was no one. But as one of the protagonists, even if the father does not speak, it is also the focus of everyone. It is not appropriate to look around, so he forgets this behind. With Jing Mingyue watching, nothing big can happen.

But I obviously miscalculated their ability to cause trouble.

The master of ceremonies sang loudly, "Second gift--"

"Slow down--" The voice is loud and powerful. The sound from the door just blocked the master of ceremonies's words and stuck like a tape.

The seat was stunned, and the air seemed to solidify in an instant.

The father's face is blue.

The expression on Jing Mingyue's face seemed helpless and sad and angry, and more unwilling.

The face of the master of the Duanmu family was red, red, green, blue and purple, which was wonderful. Finally, he took a look at the biological mother of Youmu Xun and Duanmu's eldest son, and his face turned gray. He sat on the main seat and closed his heavy eyes.

Only Duanmu's thousand-year-old smile, "I'll give you a gift. It's not for engagement, but for marriage.

No one stood on the red carpet. At the end of the red carpet, he held the trail and barely stood. Jibu looked at me and said word by word, always arrogantly, "Have you promised me anything? Have you forgotten?" The arrogant eyes, the dazzling tear mole, and the slightly raised chin all show his arrogant and awkward personality.

Many years later, Jibu sat next to me. I leaned on his shoulder and asked him, "If you knew that your father would be so horrible at that time, wouldn't you go?"

The trace is very straightforward and arrogant, "No."

I was secretly happy and happy, "Fortunately, I didn't tell you in advance. Hehe, it's okay! Otherwise, you may be hooked away by that goblin.

The engagement naturally became yellow. Thanks to me for pretending for so long, I still failed. I have done countless psychological constructions for myself, striving to be perfect and can't find any flaws. But when you meet the stubborn and arrogant trace department, you will immediately break the work.

Sure enough, there is a specialty in art, and only people like Youmu will disguise themselves so naturally.

Youmu has never wanted to get engaged to me. Since his resurretion, his attention is no longer on this. When his father proposed it, he had no position to refuse at all, so he made a bet with Jing Mingyue. If Jibu could catch up before the engagement, Jing Mingyue would help him block his father.

Of course, if not, he will lose the last trace of freedom and completely become a member of the Jing clan and work for the Jing family. Although he can bear some obligations now, he still has the power to manage his own power.

Jing Mingyue has never been a person who suffers losses.

But obviously.

Youmu won. Jing Mingyue was unwilling to lose, but she had to endure it. So Youmu had the right to persuade him to deal with Duanmu's affairs. Jing Mingyue pointed to my head and scolded, "You are a disappointing thing! At least you held the field for me. You also resisted it at the beginning. Why can't you stand it when you spit blood, huh? Useless things!"

In fact, I want to stay there, but unfortunately my father is very angry. If it hadn't been for my best to maintain it, I'm afraid that there would be no dead capital.

Unfortunately, even if he was preserved, he would still carry out the engagement to the end. In order to save face for me, my father didn't say anything on the spot, but in the end, it was difficult for my father to get through.

My father is used to being bossy, and few people in the world are qualified to challenge him. That day, my father's anger could be imagined, and I couldn't escape how favored I was.

Only Youmu was spared. Because judging from the whole incident, Yumu is the victim. No matter how unreasonable his father is, for the sake of Duanmu, he will not only not do anything to him, but also comfort him - of course, this was blocked by Jing Mingyue.

As far as the fact is concerned, Youmu Xun did not do anything wrong. He followed the arrangement of Jing Mingyue and his father in everything. But the result developed towards his hopes. I have to say that he is a jealous and extremely familiar person.

I feel scared when I think of living with such people. At midnight, maybe he was holding a shiny scalpel and drawing how to do it to my face... Living with such a person is like strangling a rope on his neck, which may be suffocating at any time.

As for now?

Now is my punishment period.

I am now kneeling in the light of the artificial sun, sweating, and my skin is about to be sunburned. This is the third day, and there are still four days left. You must kneel down for seven days. In fact, I think, even so, my father is not willing to give up.

Trust me.

This is an extremely ugly situation without the sign of the master. Of course, Jing Mingyue did not have the courage to be against her father. At most, if you do a little action, your father will usually close one eye and don't bother to care.

It's much more serious to talk about the violation of principles.