The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 190: I Raised a Master in Ancient Times (End)
Mother Lin was at a loss.

She thought of all kinds of reactions that Lin Chaomu might have, such as furious, crying, smashing things...

But now Lin Chaomu is quiet, neither crying nor collapsing, just standing there blankly.

He was like a child who suddenly lost his light, standing in the dark, forgetting even to cry.

Mother Lin was scared.

She underestimated the importance of Jiang Tang in Lin Chaomu's heart. She thought that he would be injured, but sooner or later he would recover.

But now it seems that everything is different from what she thought.

Lin Chaomu dug out Jiang Tang's hastily buried body with his bare hands. He lifted the coffin boards and saw his Jiang Tang lying quietly inside.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man jumped down and gently carried the woman inside out.

Mother Lin collapsed to the ground in horror, with grief in her eyes.

"Ziqing...Ziqing!"

Her son ignored her, holding the woman in his arms, and walked firmly towards the backyard step by step.

A group of servants supported Lin's mother, and no one dared to comfort her. After all, some of them were also participants in what happened last night. If the Prime Minister knew about it, the consequences would be beyond the imagination of these servants.

In the courtyard, Lin Chaomu gently placed Jiang Tang on the brocade quilt, and looked at her quietly with downcast eyes, inch by inch, staring at her carefully, as if he wanted to engrave everything about her in his heart.

He took out a huge wooden box from the dark compartment of the room. The man opened the wooden box, and inside were two wedding dresses that had already been prepared.

The red candles flicker in the room, the red plums are mottled outside the window, and the moonlight casts through the gaps and quietly sprinkles on the glazed tile lamps.

In the room, Lin Chaomu was wearing a red wedding gown, holding Jiang Tang, who was also in a wedding gown, in her arms. The red gown made her face more blood-colored, and the gorgeous crown against the pearls adorning her body was overflowing with radiance. Ruo Hongmei.

Lin Chaomu looked down at Jiang Tang, with a faint light in his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, gently rubbing against Jiang Tang's face.

"What you said about the righteousness of the world requires me, a prime minister, to resist, but you don't know that to me, the so-called world is all about you."

The man holds a pen and lightly sketches the eyebrows.

"For the rest of my life, it's you who look at the wind, you who look at the rain, you who look at the spring and autumn, you who are dimly lit, and at midnight and three o'clock, who fall into my sweet dreams, it's all you. The so-called world is full of ups and downs, I just want to be with you Pass."

The woman in the pen slowly opened her eyes.

"Jiang Tang, will you come with me?"

The woman hooked her lips and smiled like a flower.

Under the red candle light, it shines brightly.

She slowly raised her hand and gently traced the man's eyebrows.

"Death and life are inseparable."

The woman lightly parted her red lips, held the man's hand, and walked out step by step.

"Talk to Zicheng."

Where the ice and snow are boundless, the heart's direction, no fear of the cold.

"hold your hand."

The red gown and wedding dress are in perfect harmony with the white snow. From a distance, they look like two scattered red plums on the snow.

"Grow old together..."

The wind is cold and windy, and the rest of my life is far away. Fortunately, there is love, and I am not afraid of mountains and seas.

On the tall building, a dozen or so old men quietly watched the colorful figures downstairs. The tall man hugged his bride and walked towards the outside of the tower step by step.

The watchtower is closed, and only when the watchman comes over, the watchtower will open a gap for the watchman to pass through.

At this moment, the man was about to walk under the city gate.

Behind him, the clock sounded.

"The sky is dry and the things are dry--

Watch out for candles—”

(End of this chapter)