Chapter 1009 The Abandoned Wife of the Marshal of the Republic of China (1)

The sound of crackling firecrackers woke up Bai Weiwei, who was sitting upright.

She blinked, why is it all red?

Could it be another heavy taste scene full of blood?

When he took a closer look, he found that he had a red hijab in front of his eyes, and he was wearing a heavy red wedding dress.

Bai Weiwei tried to call the system.

The system didn't answer, it delayed again.

Bai Weiwei decided to stand still.

Outside the sedan chair, the voice of the matchmaker sounded anxiously.

"How come the groom hasn't had a cannonball to welcome the bride, and the little girl who came to take the bride out of the sedan chair hasn't come. Isn't this what the groom should prepare?"

little girl?

Bai Weiwei searched that she was just a reserve.

It was only when I remembered the ancient weddings that there was indeed a little girl who led the bride off the sedan chair, that is, a little girl of five or six years old, similar to a modern flower girl.

Which one is this out?

Bai Weiwei waited calmly, not knowing the target of the strategy, nor did she know her character or anything.

She stared blankly at her head covering.

While thinking about whether the system is eating too fat, so the slow running can not keep up with her soul.

While thinking about this plane, don't come back to blood feud and the like.

I have a grudge with the male protagonist every day, and I am tired and panic.

Bai Weiwei suddenly heard the rapid sound of hooves.

Then came the screams of the noisy crowd, the sound of hooves coming directly at the sedan chair, like a sharp knife cutting through the red festive scene.

Bai Weiwei only felt that the sound of the hooves was messy, it should be a group of horses rushing directly over.

The chair she was sitting on was shaking.

She looked up, but did not move, waiting calmly.

When you don't know anything.

No change should ever change... In fact, she doesn't know how to change if she wants to change now.

For fear that his character is too abrupt, when he strikes the target, he will not come back.

Suddenly there was a crisp whip sound in her ear.

Neat, clean, and loud enough to slap someone.

The curtain of the sedan chair was instantly shattered by this whip.

Bai Weiwei frowned, not waiting to move.

The next whip came directly to her face.

Just as Bai Weiwei was about to dodge, a clear system reminder sound came from her ear.

[This task is to gain Fu Beizhe's love. Target: Fu Beizhe. Completion: zero. Time: Four months. 】

The reminder made her too distracted to dodge.

Can only stand upright to bear the whip that slammed into the face.

The force of the whip was not strong, and the tail of the whip just ripped off the cloth of her head.

Bai Weiwei raised her head, a pair of eyes that were as clear as a spring, but so black that they smashed into a pair of cold eyes.

The man came riding on a horse, his handsome and heroic face was under the sun without showing any warmth.

He was dressed in a crisp woolen uniform, with a bayonet on his waist, black boots with bright spurs, and the whip in his hand was murderous.

Before entering, the hijab flew.

This is a big taboo.

The matchmaker howled, "Hijab, hurry up and chase."

The man smiled half-smile, and there was a chilling evil spirit between his eyebrows.

As if stepping over a bloody corpse.

He suddenly whipped the matchmaker's mouth.

Then he said murderously: "Who dares to chase."

Then defiantly looked at the bride in the sedan chair.

Bai Weiwei was dressed in red, with a face the size of a slap, and the white inside was pink, like a budding flower pinched on a flower branch.

There was no fear in her eyes.

Instead, with a few traces of innocent curiosity, he stared at him blankly with a pair of black jade-like eyes.