Fengyi Building is decorated with lights and festoons today. The red carpet was spread on the ground, and the red silk was hung all over the building.
There are many peach blossom petals on the ground, dancing occasionally, like a naughty little fairy, showing a shy smile.
âHaitang, this incense is burnt out, if your Mr. Zhang hasnât come yet, Mom, I wonât wait.â
Three sticks of incense were inserted into the jar, half of which had been burned.
Jinâer stood beside Baitang, wearing cherry red clothes, looking towards the entrance.
The woman next to her was wearing an exquisite wedding dress and covered with a red hijab, with small round and plump pearls hanging from the edge of the red hijab.
She is the oiran lady of Fengyilou, Miss Haitang, whose real name is Baitang.
A lot of people crowded around.
The sun has risen to the sky, which is an auspicious time.
Haitang sat upright, her heart was complicated and anxious, her hands had unconsciously grabbed her clothes.
The sun shifted, and there were sighs from the crowd from time to time.
Jinâer looked anxiously, her hands already twisted together.
âThe incense is almost burnt out, why hasnât Mr. Zhang come?â
Begonia under the red hijab, her glamorous face turned paler again.
Time passed more and more tormented.
He said.
âThe lady is pure and pure, unfortunately she is in the world, it is the ruthlessness of the world, the world is ruthless, how can a weak woman afford it?â
âXiaosheng has no money, but Xiaosheng⦠has heart and love.â
âWithin five days, Xiaosheng must have taken the silver and came to marry the lady as his wife.â
âXiaosheng will live up to his wife, and this world will be more warm and less desperate.â
âChange my heart to resemble yours, and only then will I know the meaning of love.â
â¦
The incense has been burned out, and there is no trace of fire.
Wang Lan, who was dressed up beautifully, could not bear the heart and said, âHai Tang, the incense is burnt out. Your Mr. Zhang, he wonât come.â
Haitang reached out and raised the red hijab, her beautiful, gentle face was already full of tears.
The red hijab slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
Master Zhang failed to keep the promise. For her, this was worse than death.
âGirl, letâs go back to the room, why should we weep for that heartbroken man!â
Jinâer reached out to help Haitang, feeling resentful.
Haitang stood up, tottering, threw away Jinâerâs hand, and walked upstairs slowly.
âJinâer, donât look at the girl yet. If Haitang makes any mistakes, Mom, I want you to regret it.â
Wang Lan raised her handkerchief, urging Jinâer to follow.
Immediately changed his face: âYou guys, what are you doing in a daze?â
âWithdraw, withdraw!â
âI withdraw them all! Donât leave any red!â
âWhy are you staring? Men in this world are ruthless and ungrateful, and there is no good thing!â
âScholar, scholar⦠the most ruthless one is the scholar!â
âItâs gone, itâs gone, itâs all gone. Today, Miss Haitang met a heartless man!â
Haitang pulled out the hairpin, hairpin, and ring from her head, and threw them all aside.
âGirl! Letâs take it as a lesson.â
Jinâer walked to Haitangâs side.
âGirl, if you want to cry, cry loudly, it will feel better when you cry.â
âJinâer, you go out.â
âGirl, Jinâer wants to stay with you.â
âIâm tired, Iâll sleep for a while, later, you can bring some food in.â
âHey, okay, girl.â
Jinâer was overwhelmed with surprise, and quickly agreed.
If you want to eat, then you wonât be overwhelmed.
After taking it to the door, he went to the back kitchen and asked the cook to make some food.
Haitang picked up a pair of scissors, and slowly lifted it up to her neck.
The tip touched the neck, cold and stiff.
âHiding the sun to cover the sleeves, worrying about the spring and lazily putting on makeup.
It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is rare to find a lover.
The pillow is weeping, and the flowers are heartbroken.
If you can get a glimpse of Song Yu, why hate Wang Chang. â