Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 48: The First Minister of Power Also Likes to "Marry by Force" (28)

The tattered fence gate remained the same as when she left, but Song Yang's years of wartime vigilance reminded her.

There is someone in the house.

In just a moment, Song Yang turned and ran.

"Song Yang!"

A loud sound of breaking a door and a man's terrified cry startled Song Yang so much that he stopped in his tracks.

She looked back and saw a handsome man in black standing at the door of the house with a mournful look on his face.

Yi Qingye opened his mouth, his dark eyes brightened, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"You don't want me anymore?"

Song Yang's fingertips trembled.

Yi Qingye continued: "Are you going to abandon me too?"

Song Yang: “…”

More and more people were leaning out to watch the show. Song Yang, who didn't want to make things worse, was silent for a while. He gritted his teeth, pushed open the fence, and kicked the man standing at the door into the house.

Just as she closed the door, the man in front of her came close to her again as if he was equipped with a spring, hugged her tightly and refused to let go.

Song Yang: "Let go."

Yi Qingye hugged her tighter, buried his head in the woman's neck and said in a muffled voice: "No."

Song Yang: "Three..."

Yi Qingye: “Hmm?”

Song Yang: "Two..."

Yi Qingye: “…”

Song Yang frowned: "One."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already placed her hands on the man's shoulders and was about to throw him over her shoulder. Yi Qingye hugged him even tighter, as if he was ready to die together with her.

"..."

It was unknown whether she was speechless because of the man's plaster-like appearance, or whether she had completely lost her strength. In short, Song Yang just closed his eyes and said lightly:
"Your Majesty, I just regarded what happened that night as an accident."

Yi Qingye: "Is my love also an accident?"

"I have no interest in the love of children."

Yi Qingye: "What a coincidence, I was like that before."

"Now, I just want to return to the countryside and not worry about government affairs."

Yi Qingye: "My name also has the word 'ye' in it, will you be mine?"

Song Yang: “…”

It seemed that he had never seen such a shameless person. For a moment, Song Yang didn't know how to react and just stood there in anger.

Yi Qingye keenly sensed the woman's fluctuating emotions. He pursed his lips, loosened his embrace, and instead carefully pulled the woman's hand:
"Give me some time to see my sincerity, okay?"

Seeing that the woman was silent, Yi Qingye pursed his lips and shook the woman's hand:
"Please, Ayang, please..."

Song Yang frowned and shook off the man's hand.

She left the man's range, went to the basin, wiped her face, and slowly took off the human skin mask on her face.

The figure behind her stopped moving for a long time, but the resentful and sad gaze was always fixed on her.

Song Yang pursed her lips for a while, then spoke softly:
"Two years. I'll give you two years."

Hearing this, Yi Qingye seemed to have received a special order, and the smile on his face rose again. He walked forward and hugged the woman from behind, whispering in her ear:

"How about a year?"

Song Yang frowned: "You are not allowed to ask for it..."

Yi Qingye planted dense kisses on the woman's neck, feeling the slight tremor of the person in his arms. He leaned close to the reddened tip of her ear, smiling and coaxing her:

"How about a year? It will be just in time for Miss Yu's wedding banquet."

"Besides, Ah Yang doesn't want to miss the auspicious day for Miss Three and be unable to bring her blessings, right?"

"Please, please, Ayang..."

"..."

——It was spring when Yuci got married.

At that time, the capital city was filled with flowers and decorations and lanterns hung high everywhere.

In the center of the crowd on both sides, Song Yang led the way, with hundreds of brocade guards clearing the way, and pink-dressed maids smilingly scattering flowers and throwing silver coins.

In front of the exquisite and gorgeous sedan chair was a handsome groom riding a tall horse. He had black hair, a tall crown, and a red suit. His eyes were gentle and elegant, and his every move was filled with joy.

Behind the bridal sedan was a long stretch of red wedding gowns that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It was an unprecedented grand wedding, and everyone in the capital was envious.

In the crowd, a pretty little girl excitedly pulled her sister beside her and said:

"Look, look! I said Lord Jing is not a bad guy! General Song is paving the way for him! How can you pave the way for a love rival who has stolen your love!!! They must be in love with each other, the general blesses you~(￣▽￣～)(～￣▽￣)～"

"Ah, okay, okay..."

……

The noise of the crowd soon drowned out the voices of the two girls. In a corner where no one could see, an old woman on crutches watched the parade with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

The passing crowd obscured the view for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared.

……

Since Yu Wen was "ill", his aunt was not qualified and was in the period of "nurturing her character", and there were no elders in the Jing family, so only spirit tablets were placed on high positions.

"How pitiful! The Lord and the Madam together cannot even make up a pair of parents..."

Someone in the crowd whispered this, but it was soon drowned out by the sound of beatings.

There was quite a noise. Xia Tao frowned and looked over. An Yi was putting his companion, who was squatting on the ground drawing circles with tears in his eyes after being beaten, into a sack. As if they had telepathic connection, he turned around and gave her a reassuring smile.

Xia Tao: “…”

"Little girl."

With a gentle call, Xia Tao turned her head and saw a beautiful woman. She was held in the arms of a familiar man, smiling gently:

"The singing is about to start. You should go."

Xia Tao glanced at the man who had become several shades darker, then looked back at the woman whose expression became complicated. Soon, she reacted and started to make preparations.

"Ayang..."

Yi Qingye, who was confused by Xia Tao's gaze, leaned against the woman's shoulder with grievance, complaining in a low voice, "Why is she looking at me with such a perverted look..."

Hearing this, Song Yang also laughed. She leaned over to the man's ear and whispered, "Because you've become ugly, my...home."

……

"The auspicious time has come——"

A gentle and joyful female voice began to sing along, and Xia Tao looked at the newlyweds in the center of the wedding hall with a smile on her face.

She called out—

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

Yu Ci was about to move, but she saw a pair of large hands with distinct joints reaching out from under the red veil, gently supporting her and slowly kneeling on the cushion.

Most of the people around did not dare to make a noise due to Jing Yan, except for a little girl of about fourteen or fifteen who was smiling and fanning herself, and her soft voice was livening up the atmosphere in the hall.

Seeing the newlyweds kowtow and stand up, Xia Tao continued with a smile -

"Second worship high hall-"

He helped him kneel down and then helped him stand up.

"Husband and wife pay homage——"

Yu Ci smiled, pinched the red ribbon that had connected the two of them for several years, and slowly bent down.

Amid the crowd's exclamations and cheers, Lord Jing, a powerful official of the Northern Kingdom who had been gentle and noble all his life, was willing to bow down even deeper for the woman in front of him.

"Send it to the bridal chamber——"

The female voice that sang along already had a crying tone.

Perhaps at this moment, Xia Tao truly believed that the girl she had been with since childhood had a good...

No, the best destination.

(End of this chapter)