Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The prime minister's house was decorated with red silk hanging high and lanterns brightly lit, and everyone was busy counting the dowry.

The young master was called up early, no matter how much he cried or how reluctant he was, it was of no use.

The wedding dress was forcibly put on, and the red hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks covered his tears of humiliation.

Under the violent heavy rain, among the broken porcelain all over the floor.

He cried all night, but still couldn't escape the marriage.

His mother and father, who loved him in the past, were both tearful and reluctant to part with him, but they were still strong.

After coaxing and persuading him, he was sent to the sedan chair.

At dawn, the sky is overcast and rainy, the clouds are suppressed, and the air is filled with moist and cold water vapor.

Thick fog shrouded the sky and the sky was dark. Even at noon, the sky was gray without any light.

It's so depressing that it makes you feel like you're suffocating.

In the midst of the spectacular and luxurious wedding ceremony, the sound of suona resounded throughout the sky, as if it was about to break through the thick layer of clouds.

It was raining, but there were still lively and crowded crowds surrounding the streets, all wanting to see such a spectacular and luxurious wedding.

Sprinkle gold, sprinkle coins, sprinkle wedding candy.

People rushed to grab it.

Like the tide, amidst the patter of rain, there is endless noise and laughter.

It almost completely covered up the crying coming from the sedan.

Like a kitten, subtle and patient.

It was as if he was the only one in the whole world who was feeling desperate, unwilling, and aggrieved.

I feel wronged by the injustice of this world.

Ten miles of red makeup, a golden match, a match made in heaven...

In his eyes, these words were extremely ironic.

It was as if someone was forcing his head and forcing him to eat the dirty grass and sludge on the ground.

A huge insult, disgusting as never before.

He was always such a delicate young man, huddled in the corner of the sedan chair, covered with a red hijab, clenching his fists tightly.

The soft and white fingers, the joints of which were almost turning white with force, exerted great force.

His nails were digging into the flesh of his palms, and it stung terribly.

He lowered his head and sobbed. On his body was the gorgeous and flamboyant wedding dress that the embroiderer had embroidered for three whole months.

Priceless, beautiful in him, but extremely disgusting shackles.

He buried his head and cried so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The red hijab was almost half soaked.

The sedan chair was still moving, from the Prime Minister's Palace to the General's Palace that would bind him for life.

From a warm home to a hopeless and helpless prison.

He cried for a long time and walked this journey for a long time.

Keep going, going, and going.

It was like going to the execution ground, and every time a moment passed, my heart became heavy.

Like a stone sinking deeply into an endless abyss, the whole body was shrouded in darkness without a trace of light.

It was as if I couldn't breathe.

He was sobbing, and the person who had been pampered for a long time was huddled in the corner with extreme insecurity.

He curled up his limbs and hugged himself, like a frightened kitten.

The pitiful cry overflowed from the soaked red hijab, with a deep nasal sound.

I cried until the end, as if I wanted to cry all the tears in my life.

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Finally, the sedan stopped.

The moment he stopped, there was the sound of crackling firecrackers outside.

The children were soaked in the rain, running around happily in the rain, playing a game of hide and seek.

The matchmaker is congratulating you and calling for auspicious times.

The drums were thundering and the rain seemed to be getting heavier.