The fluttering curtain fell down, but Lu Zhi felt that the heat in the sedan was blown away, and the temperature around him became colder.
The hand warmer in her hand had long been cold, so she put it aside, put her slender, red, frozen fingers in front of her lips, and slightly opened her red lips to breathe out small breaths.
The sedan chair was lifted up again and continued to move forward slowly.
Lu Zhi straightened her messy red veil, straightened her back quietly, placed her hands on her knees in front of her abdomen, and sat obediently.
Behind her, a pair of vague eyes gradually emerged on the sedan chair. The scarlet pupils opened and closed, and there was a smile in the eyes.
Someone in the funeral procession that passed by sighed, feeling sorry for the eldest son of the Shen family: "It's a pity that he left so early... His health was getting worse... I'm afraid his family might not be able to escape..."
What can't be escaped?
Lu Zhi couldn't hear clearly after that, and didn't hear that someone in the He family had died.
The distance between the Shen Mansion and the Lu Mansion was not close, and the sedan chair was swaying all the way, with the lamp tassels and the red hydrangeas hanging on the four corners rising and falling, but now it stopped steadily.
A hand lifted the curtain of the red sedan chair. A breathless man stood beside the sedan chair and said in a low and hoarse voice with a hint of attachment: "Madam."
...
...
A pair of black boots appeared under the red veil, and his eyes slid upwards to see his big hands. The veins on the back of his big hands were clearly visible, and the bony back was raised, making him look even more elegant.
Lu Zhi was stunned for a moment before he raised his hand in a daze.
The slender fingers gently rested on the man's warm palm, and the next second he held it tightly in his palm.
The bride stepped over the fire basin, and in full view of everyone, Shen Yuanshuo easily lifted her up and carried her across the high threshold.
The Shen Residence was even more desolate and silent than the Lu Residence. Lu Zhi, not caring about being shy, even heard a few faint sobs.
In just a few steps, she clearly caught the sound of her new husband's breathing, which became heavier and duller the more he tried to suppress it.
Thinking of Shen Yuanshuo's poor health, Lu Zhi hesitantly clapped his hands, gently patting the man's broad and thick arms.
Shen Yuanshuo hummed in confusion with a complicated heart. His throat was itchy and unbearable. A pair of skeleton fingers climbed up his throat and scratched it repeatedly. He felt uncomfortable but had to hold it in for the sake of face. His face turned red.
"I can walk by myself."
The little bride in his arms had a slender and soft body, and spoke in a slow voice. Shen Yuanshuo felt his throat becoming more and more itchy, and he could no longer suppress his coughing.
Now Lu Zhi refused to let him hug her again no matter what. She was too shameless to stand such a close distance, even though they would sleep in the same bed soon.
The ceremony was deliberately kept simple. Lu Zhi vaguely sensed a sense of crisis, so she followed the maid into the bridal chamber without making any noise.
Chen Yuanshuo couldn't stay too long, so he took out the cakes and hot tea he had prepared long ago and asked her to fill her stomach while waiting for him to come back.
The Second Master Shen was in poor health, and the eldest master's body was still placed in the Shen family's mourning hall. No one dared to make trouble in the bridal chamber, and no one dared to smile.
Lu Zhi sat on the mattress covered with red dates and longans, her buttocks aching from resting there. She twisted her aching waist and neck, and heard the empty city plan in her stomach, and her ears turned red.
Thinking of Shen Yuanshuo's instructions before he left, Lu Zhi hesitated for a few seconds and raised her hand to lift the red veil that was blocking her eyes. When she looked up, she was surprised to see that the brightly lit bridal room had changed.
The maids guarding the door had become smiling paper dolls, their bright red faces set against a pale complexion, and their eyes staring straight at the bride whose expression suddenly changed.
The warm and festive red wedding candles burned with a faint green flame. The light in the gloomy wedding room was dim. Lu Zhi's body stiffened for a moment and then slowly softened.
Her scalp was tingling, and she dared not move an inch. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead. She bit her lower lip madly, and the fingers hidden under her sleeves pinched and twisted her flesh mercilessly.
The piercing pain was enough to make the corners of her eyes red. It wasn't a dream!
The mattress behind me sank and something climbed up.
But there was clearly a wall behind her, with a large paper-cut "囍" character pasted on it. How could a living person appear out of thin air? !
"call."
The playful upturned temples were lifted by the yin energy, and the biting coldness meandered to her neck. The thing behind her pushed down her high collar, revealing her slender neck and the plum branch birthmark.
The cold and gloomy energy hit his neck, and Lu Zhi unconsciously got goose bumps, his hair stood up and he trembled.
Her reaction obviously pleased the ghost behind her, but in Lu Zhi's eyes it was no longer a ghost. It hummed softly, its voice low and hoarse, and full of pleasure.
When he raised his eyes, the paper man guarding the door appeared in front of him without him knowing when. Lu Zhi's eyelids twitched wildly and his breathing stagnated slightly.
"Hehe", the paper figurine not only moved but also made sounds. The wooden sticks clapped their hands, making snapping sounds. "Ghost bride! Ghost bride!! Twin Gu! Twin Gu!!"
What ghost bride? What twin Gu?
Lu Zhi's heart was pounding with fear at the horrifying scene. He watched the two paper figures in front of him getting closer and closer. The floor under his feet was oozing with blood, soaking the soles of his shoes.
"call!"
The paper figures on the left and right giggled, and kept repeating those words with their open red mouths. Lu Zhi closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he found that he was back.
Her chest heaved violently, and the golden hairpins on her head were shaking and rustling. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to pull off the red veil.
Shen Yuanshuo had given instructions before he left. When the maid guarding the door saw the new Second Madam lift her veil, she stared away with a straight face.
"Oh, oh, oh! My son! My son!"
Something seemed to have gone wrong at the wedding banquet in the front hall, and Shen Yuanshuo arrived earlier than she expected.
When the door was opened, Lu Zhi was swallowing the soft and sticky sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake delicately. She could clearly hear Mrs. Shen sobbing and looked towards the door with some worry and confusion.
The wooden door with the word "囍" on it opened and closed again. The maid guarding the room could not hide her sadness when she heard Madam Shen's painful cry. She raised her hand to cover her loss of composure and the tears in the corners of her eyes.
Shen Yuanshuo smelled of alcohol, and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried. His black eyes, washed by tears, rippled like water waves under the candlelight, and he stared at his bride.
"Azhi," his voice was hoarse, as if it was rolled and polished on sandpaper, which made Lu Zhi feel a little distressed, "Brother is dead."
The land branch struck by thunder was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Today is really not an auspicious day.
The eldest brother of the Shen family is dead, so what about her eldest sister?
"What about my sister?!"
Without having time to eat, Lu Zhi clapped his hands and hurriedly swallowed the glutinous rice cake in his mouth, then rushed to Shen Yuanshuo in a hurry with an anxious tone.
Perhaps because they shared the same pain, Chen Yuanshuo lowered his eyelids, and his handsome and elegant face was half shrouded in shadow under the flickering candlelight.
Bending his long fingers, he gently rubbed the corners of Lu Zhi's eyes, and a hint of infatuated smile flashed across his straightened lips under Lu Zhi's unbelievable and horrified gaze.
Lu Zhi's heart was pounding, and she suspected that she must have seen it wrong. How could Shen Yuanshuo laugh when his elder brother died?
Quanquan thought that he was smiling bitterly, so Lu Zhi brushed away his fingers and asked again.
"Sister-in-law?" Shen Yuanshuo tilted his head, his drooping eyes revealing a bit of pity, "She has been confined by mother to Zhiyue Pavilion. Mother was afraid that she would be upset, so she sent someone to watch her."
When did the elder sister become so infatuated with the eldest brother of the Shen family?
This question popped up in Lu Zhi's mind for the first time.
Lu Zhi knew his own sister quite well.
Lu Yue likes the character of scholars and likes the gentle young man who can compose poems and paint with her under the moon and flowers.
In her impression, Shen Yuanwei, the eldest son of the Shen family, was not of this type. He was more of a suave playboy whose gloomy eyes made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
“How could it be…”
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