The two families outside were still thinking about the guests.
The wedding banquet inside has officially begun.
The whole venue is in Chinese style, with carved beams and painted walls, a red carpet on the ground, and lanterns hanging around...
The wedding host stood on the high platform in the middle.
"Don't be nervous," Lin Siran held Pan Mingyue's arm behind the screen not far away and led her up the stairs slowly: "Your uncle is already in front."
"Yeah." Pan Mingyue blinked.
The screens on both sides slowly moved away, and Lin Siran let go of her hand after she climbed the stairs.
The two-meter-long mop behind Pan Mingyue was also released by Jiang Yifan and his men.
"Mingyue, come here." Her uncle had been standing at the entrance waiting for her. When he saw her, he forced a smile, but it was difficult to smile.
Pan Mingyue nodded, her vision a little blurry: "Uncle."
...
...
"Hey," the uncle responded, then took Pan Mingyue's hand without saying a word, "Let's go."
Eight meters away, Lu Zhaoying was waiting.
My uncle has always been very cheerful and a little narcissistic. At this moment, he took Pan Mingyue away without saying a word.
The two finally stopped in front of Lu Zhaoying.
“Xiao Lu,” the uncle looked at Lu Zhaoying, “I’ll leave our Mingyue to you.”
"Uncle, don't worry." Lu Zhaoying took Pan Mingyue's hand from his uncle. Having stayed in the military camp for a long time, his fingertips had a layer of calluses.
Uncle nodded, "I know you are a good child. Mingyue's personality may not be very good in the future. I hope you can be more tolerant of her in the future. She has a stubborn personality. When I was a child, I secretly went to see her. She was punished by her mother for calling "Dad". She knelt on the ground all night and refused to admit her mistake. At first I was worried about your career, but now I think it's nothing. There is only one thing, Xiaolu, I hope you will remember that there are people waiting for you at home no matter when and what mission you are carrying out. My sister...she only has this one daughter."
My uncle's eyes were red. His sister was getting married, but there was no wedding, no guests, and he couldn't even carry her out on his back.
In the end, he didn't know the news until long after she had died.
Yesterday, Lu Zhaoying took him to see the sculpture of his brother-in-law whom he had never met. He could understand his sister's stubbornness at the time.
Although he understood it, if he were given another chance, he would still refuse it.
Lu Zhaoying lowered his head to glance at Pan Mingyue, and said solemnly to his uncle: "Don't worry."
Uncle nodded, looked at Mingyue again, and tried to smile, "Mingyue, uncle feels guilty. I shouldn't have not forgiven your mother. You have suffered for so many years."
He could only know from bits and pieces of information from others what kind of life Pan Mingyue had gone through.
Pan Mingyue actually seldom cries. It seems that her tears completely disappeared when she was 16 years old.
Later, Qin Ran left and she lived under someone else's roof. Not only did she not cry, she was also very cautious in every move she made.
Feng Ci said that she had no heart. Pan Mingyue thought about it and felt that what he said actually made some sense.
She looked up at her uncle and her eyes turned red.
"Hey, it's your big day today, you should be happy, don't cry." Uncle spoke quickly, trying to comfort her in a panic.
Lu Zhaoying also lowered his head. He was still holding Pan Mingyue's hand with his right hand, and he gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with his left fingertips. "Don't cry. Come here."
He took Pan Mingyue and knelt down in one direction.
There is the direction of Yuncheng.
Pan Mingyue understood. She followed Lu Zhaoying, looking at his back and following him step by step.
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After the ceremony.
Chang Ning's table was still a special table under the main seats. Pan Mingyue, Lu Zhaoying, Madam Lu, Father Lu, and his uncle and aunt toasted at each table.
Until this table, Chang Ning raised his glass and looked at the two of them calmly: "Although we are married, the wedding leave is only two days."
Feng Loucheng was sitting on the other side. He glanced at Chang Ning and opened his mouth, but still said nothing.
Just depressed.
He just couldn't understand why Pan Mingyue, such a good person, got entangled with these people again.
Fortunately, Pan Mingyue has never thought about resigning, so just bear with it.
Feng Loucheng didn't dare to ask for too much.
Mrs. Lu and Father Lu have never met Chang Ning, let alone his uncle and aunt.
After toasting at the table, when my uncle and aunt were leaving, they accidentally saw a mist coming out of Kenneth's pocket, which was very cold and scary.
These two people: "..."
"Uncle Mingyue, Auntie," Mrs. Lu introduced the key figures of the table to the two people at the next table, "This is General Chen, this is..."
This table is the third seat.
However, several of them are faces that are often seen on TV news.
The cup in my uncle's hand almost fell over.
After a round of toasts, my uncle finally came to his senses and sat back at the table.
The banquet lasted until mid-afternoon before slowly coming to a halt.
The Lu family began to see off the guests.
Pan Mingyue has already gone to the new house, which is located in the Lu family's house, on the second floor, in a newly renovated room.
**The room was covered with a red quilt embroidered with exquisite patterns.
Qin Ran threw Cheng Ziyu to her and held him for a while. Pan Xiangxiang and Jiang Yifan were also in the room with her.
Gu Mingsheng and his friends were outside teasing Lu Zhaoying. They wanted to come in and tease the bride and groom. After all, that was more fun. But Qin Ran, such a deity, stayed in the room and no one dared to come in.
Cheng Ziyu is handsome, and Pan Xiangxiang and Jiang Yifan can't take their eyes off him when they see him.
But now he is not as troublesome as he was when he was just born. His eyes are black and bright, his skin is porcelain white, and he looks like a doll in a New Year picture. If he is put on the street, 300% of people will turn around to look at him.
A few young ladies teased him, and he just raised his eyes lazily.
Her eyelashes trembled like a brush.
"This is so cute!" Jiang Yifan felt his heart melt, "Look at his eyelashes! Look at his eyes! Look at his mouth! I have a niece... Never mind, she's not good enough."
Several people were playing with the doll until Lu Zhaoying came back drunk, and then they slowly dispersed.
“How much did he drink?” Outside the door, Qin Ran reached out and pinched Cheng Ziyu’s face. She finally felt that he looked a bit like her and Cheng Juan.
Cheng Juan reached out to take Cheng Ziyu, and raised his eyebrows calmly when he heard this: "I just had a few drinks with him."
**
These cups are naturally not ordinary cups.
In the bedroom, Pan Mingyue finally pinched her sore neck and said, "Help me get this thing off my head."
She looked in the mirror and tried to take off the gold ornaments on her head, wondering how the makeup artist had secured them.
Apart from his flushed face, there was nothing unusual about Lu Zhaoying.
He hummed and walked over. The headdress on his head was a bit complicated, and he slowly took off the gold ornaments bit by bit.
The last hairpin was taken off, and the waterfall-like hair fell to the back of her head.
“Much better.” Pan Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief. The headdresses that Qin Ran and the others had prepared were all made of real gold and silver. They were quite heavy and weighed her down so much that she couldn’t even lift her head.
Pan Mingyue noticed that Lu Zhaoying was inexplicably silent tonight. She turned sideways and saw Lu Zhaoying staring at her without blinking.
She looked away, "I'm going to take a shower and change."
The phoenix coronet and bridal bridal gown were beautiful, but heavy and complicated, with layers of things inside and outside. It took two makeup artists to help her put the dress on.
There are buttons and laces.
One in the east and one in the west.
Pan Mingyue spent a long time in the dressing room. Normally, she was very patient and could always put all the buttons and laces in order by unbuttoning them slowly. But today, there might be someone outside, and... the atmosphere was different, so she messed up her clothes while fiddling with them.
Just as she was struggling with the buttons, a low voice came from the door of the dressing room: "Can I help you?"
Pan Mingyue had already unbuttoned the outer buttons of her coat and was looking for the laces of her inner and undershirt. When she heard this, her hands froze.
Lu Zhaoying's tone did not sound like a question.
He carefully helped her find the buttons and belts.
Seeing that he was serious, Pan Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay." Lu Zhaoying slowly put away the last bit of clothes, whispering with heat mixed with the smell of alcohol.
Pan Mingyue hummed and turned to look at him. She was originally fair-skinned, and now, against the backdrop of the red wedding dress, her skin looked even whiter than snow. "Thank you."
But she saw Lu Zhaoying looking at her intently, his hand still on the belt of her underwear.
Pan Mingyue felt a little uncomfortable and tilted her head, "I'll go wash..."
Before she could go out, the hand on her waist tightened, and then his lips were captured.
The heat mixed with the spicy smell of alcohol hit me in the face.
Her vision suddenly changed, and before she could react, her sight turned upside down and fell on **.
The belt of her undershirt had been untied and fell to the ground with a slight pull. She could feel her body getting cold, and the last piece of lining was also lifted up.
The air conditioner was on in the room, but the air still felt hot. Pan Mingyue's head was a little dizzy and she could hardly see people clearly.
Lu Zhaoying was wearing a shirt when he went to drink with those people in the evening, and now it looked messy, revealing his collarbone.
His kiss gradually moved to her ear. Perhaps because he had drunk some wine, his brows and eyes were darker than before, his breath was mixed with the smell of wine, and his voice seemed to be suppressed in his throat. He called her word by word in a low voice: "Ming Yue..."
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I want to reach up to the sky and embrace the bright moon; you are my ideal in the world.
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Huahua's new article "God, your character has collapsed" has been serialized steadily~
This is the end of the Ming Yue series, there should be nothing missing, my babies, good night and sweet dreams.
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