The Words of the Number One

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The Words of the Number One Chapter 1: wedge wedding

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On the eighth day of June, it is suitable for marriage.

I straightened the last fold of the wedding gown for the woman in front of me, and put a golden fringed hair crown on her. This is the best Huani brocade, embroidered with the highest standard phoenix pattern of the Song Dynasty, which symbolizes the future dignity of the bride. This may be the wedding dress that most women dream of, but my sister is not happy.

My elder sister, the widowed daughter of Qi State who was subjugated, and the most famous beauty in the world——Jiang Qiqi. In order to get her, the four countries fought in a scuffle, and the final winner, Song Guojun, was finally able to marry my sister after annexing the other three countries.

The woman in the bronze mirror has an astonishingly beautiful appearance, a perfect outline that cannot be drawn even with a painting, and it is even more beautiful under the full makeup. Qiqi stroked her bun and said softly, "Jiujiu, you still don't know how to comb your hair."

I smiled and stroked her soft hair: "My sister always knows that I am stupid, do you want me to ask Mo Lan to comb her again?"

Qiqi grabbed my hand, she turned her head and looked at me: "What's the matter, Jiujiu combed it for me with your own hands. And this marriage, anyway, can't be concluded."

After she finished speaking, she was silent for a while, and tears gradually appeared in her eyes: "It's finally coming to an end, isn't it?"

I hugged her and patted her on the back: "Yes, it will be over soon."

My sister, she can finally end her grand revenge.

"Are we going to die?" she asked tremblingly, hugging me.

"We're all going to live."

She looked up and looked at me blankly. In the past few years, she has always done what I say. I knew that she was prepared to burn herself to death from the very beginning, and she didn't know what to do if she wanted to survive well.

What my sister did was revenge, what I did was to keep us alive, that's all.

I can only do so much.

The wedding is very lively and lively. I heard that there are more than ten countries, big and small, and each country sent congratulatory gifts and envoys to attend the wedding of the king of Song. I held my sister's hand and led her through the long red carpet, the fluttering petals and the grand drum music, through all the curious or flattering or contemptuous eyes. Naturally, all eyes were on the elder sister. After all, everyone wanted to see what kind of moving face this rumored beauty who caused troubles in the four countries had.

The king sitting on the seat, who was over half a hundred years old and still wearing the groom's red dress, smiled triumphantly. He just wanted to show off, showing off his achievements in defeating the Three Kingdoms and his beautiful concubine.

Among the bustling and intertwined figures of the guests, a man who looked like a guard suddenly jumped out, jumped up the steps very quickly and threw himself on King Song. The blood spattered three feet, King Song's smile froze on his face, and he looked at the dagger stuck in his chest in disbelief, piercing his heart exactly. As soon as the assassin succeeded, he drew his knife and killed himself, fell to the ground and died.

As if time was frozen, no one made a sound in the hall, only the drums of the celebration continued to play enthusiastically, celebrating the tragedy absurdly.