C1 Palanquin Rebirth

Yi Ruhan woke up with a cold sweat, seeing the red silk covering her face and the hubbub of the host outside, she touched her chest and heaved a sigh of relief. Just now, she was having a nightmare. In the dream, she suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy while sitting in the palanquin. Her chest ached and there was the smell of blood in her throat.

After sitting upright for a while, Yi Ruhan was secretly delighted in her heart. Today was a day of great joy for her. The one she was going to marry was her favorite son from Marquis Ji Yi's mansion — Feng Shenglan.

The Marquis Ji Yi's Mansion previously produced a filial queen who received the Sacred Heart. She was blessed by the Emperor with a hereditary title. Old Ji Yi Hou was already a first rank official in the imperial court. His title was passed down through three generations. When Feng Shenglan's name was taken into consideration, he happened to be the third generation.

The smile on Yi Ruohan's face became more obvious, with a sweet shyness. She could finally marry the person she loved. Even her parents wouldn't be optimistic about this marriage. As long as she and Feng Shenglan were together, they would definitely be happy to the point where their children would be full of children.

At this moment, the palanquin gently jolted twice. Yi Ruhan was still immersed in her subconscious state, and only became nervous when someone tugged on her sleeve.

Before she was married, her mother had told her that there would be someone to pull her sleeve three times when she got off the palanquin. She didn't need to panic, she only needed to hold the precious bottle tightly in her arms.

With that thought, the uneasiness in Yi Ruhan's heart was slightly suppressed.

The wedding lady pulled Yi Ruhan's sleeve, pulling her out of the palanquin. Yi Ruhan held the treasured bottle tightly and stepped forward carefully. The wife and the wedding lady supported her, first straddling the saddle, and had to kick the metaphor of the safe apple down before she could cross over.

Yi Ruhan was so nervous that her palms were sweating and her head was spinning. She was afraid that she would embarrass herself and leave a bad impression on her husband's relatives.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. She crossed the brazier and was brought steadily to the wedding hall. The precious bottle in her hand was also gently taken away. Suddenly, her hands were empty and her eyes were covered by a red veil. Yi Ruhan was unable to adapt, but she was also a little panicked. Fortunately, in the next moment, a large hand with distinct joints grabbed her hand and used its thumb to rub her palm.

This must be Feng Shenglan trying to comfort her because he was afraid that she would be nervous!

Even though she knew that no one could see her, Irkhan lowered her head shyly, her face flushing red.

After bowing to heaven and earth and being sent to her bridal chamber, Yi Ruohan's heart was unable to calm down. The wedding lady's words seemed to be a thousand miles away, so much so that they could not be heard clearly. He only knew to sit on the edge of the bed according to the groom's wishes and stop moving as if his mind was in a trance.

It was only when the hood was lifted that Ironhan's eyes lit up. She came back to her senses, and before she could look around, she heard the ladies in the room all laughing and praising her for her looks.

Her face turned red again as she lowered her head. Her palms were wet with nervousness.

A man dressed in a bright red wedding dress sat down beside her. The wedding lady handed her a cup of wine and one more to him. Yi Ruhan took this opportunity to quietly raise her eyes and saw the golden auspicious cloud embroidered on the man's chest. When she saw him reaching out his hand with the wine cup, she immediately lowered her gaze and passed her own wine cup to him. Their fingers touched in the air, and she felt his cool skin tense again.

Yi Ruhan had clearly had the chance to glance at him just now, but she was so embarrassed that she didn't want to raise her head. Right now, she was also curious in her heart. She didn't know if he still liked her after seeing such a large makeup on her face.

Resisting the excitement and guilt in her heart, she shakily finished the wine in one gulp. Ye Zichen glanced at the man beside him after putting down his sleeve, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant. What replaced it was a lifeless despair.

Although she could only see half of his face, she was sure that he wasn't Feng Zhilan. It was true that Feng Shenglan's appearance was elegant and graceful, but he could not produce such a refined and gentle feeling.

Yi Ruhan was shocked, she immediately raised her head to glance at him, wanting to scream but she was stuck in her throat, unable to utter a sound. Her eyes widened, and her face gradually turned pale.

If he wasn't Feng Zhilan, then who was he?! She had clearly married Feng Zhilan, how did she end up here as a man that she was almost unfamiliar with? She was … Still dreaming?

The amazement in Feng Yiyang's eyes slowly faded away under Yi Ruhan's surprise, turning into ridicule. From the moment he lifted the hood, he felt that Yi Ruhan was a little strange. She should hate him. After all, if he hadn't interfered in her marriage with Feng Shenglan, she would have married him. However, she had been full of love just now, and her eyes were filled with affection. How could she have treated him like that?

Feng Yi Yang secretly ridiculed himself in his heart, and his body gently leaned back a little.

Yi Ruhan came back to her senses, she looked at Feng Yi Yang's slightly cold smile again, and her heart started to feel cold little by little.

She had already married him in front of everyone's eyes, and the reaction of the people around her was also without surprise. It was clear that there was no mistake in this marriage. If he struggled and clamored to marry Feng Zhilan, he would be deemed as having lost his mind and would even ruin his own family's face.

Yi Ruo Han's mind was spinning a hundred times, she looked at Feng Yi Yang who was sitting opposite to her, and felt a headache coming on.

"Look at this bride. She was just bowing her head shyly just now. Now that she has met the groom, even her eyes can't move away from him!" When the wedding lady saw Yi Ruhan raise her head from time to time to look at Feng Yi Yang, she thought that she was attracted by his appearance and couldn't help but tease the others.

The other women in the room were also happy to hear this kind of joke. They couldn't stop laughing as they gently covered the back of their hands.

"Alright, look, look. After all the jokes and jokes have passed, the bride should eat the dumplings quickly. After the ceremony is over, that's what will happen." The one who spoke was the eldest wife of the Marquis Ji Yi Residence, Madam Gong. She was Feng Shenglan's mother.

Her smile was a bit fake, and it made her feel very uncomfortable. She frowned at the lady and didn't pick up the plate of dumplings for a long time.

"Sis, please don't tease Ruohan. She has always been thin-skinned. I'll feed the dumplings to her." Feng Yi Yang opened his mouth and took the plate of dumplings from Gong Shi with a faint smile. His voice was refined and refined, very pleasant to the ears.

Feng Yiyang calmly picked up a dumpling from the plate, bent down and gave it to Yi Ruhan. After hesitating for a while, Yi Ruhan kept holding her breath, she turned her head a little, and didn't eat.

"Ruo Han's shy!" The corner of Feng Yiyang's mouth lifted slightly. He straightened his body and said: "Everyone is watching the show. You're giving me face and also letting me get through this bridal ceremony."

Hearing him say so, the women laughed again. It was too late for them to find a reason to stay any longer, so they dragged her out. The Gong Family wanted to say more, but they all dragged her out with them, closing the door behind them.

The bridal chamber quieted down, and Yi Ruhan clutched her clothes nervously. Her mind was already in a mess.

She tried to calm herself down, but the thought of marrying the wrong man made her pale with fear. Just now, this person had called himself San Fang in front of the palace, and that person was none other than the third brother of the palace's husband … Feng Shenglan's Third Uncle …

She actually married Third Uncle, who loved men the most …