The entire northern city is the territory of the General's Mansion. As a separatist, the eldest master of the General's Mansion, which is similar to the ancient princes, married a bride. Even if the eldest master was a sick man, the wedding scene was still grand and grand.

The one who was riding a tall horse in green uniform and riding a tall horse at the forefront of the wedding robbery was not the groom Bo Xizhi who was rumored to be as gentle as jade and weak as jade, but Bo Shaozheng, the ninth son of Bo Dashui, who was known as the young marshal.

It is said that the young man Bo Shaozheng was the son of Bo Dashui's most beautiful concubine. He inherited the beauty of the concubine, and gave birth to a handsome face and beautiful skin.

The short ink-colored hair, the broken hair on the forehead, slim and bright ink eyes, as well as the sharp color from the underneath the ink-colored eyes, and the magnificent lips dyed a little cool and thin smell.

In the eyes of the world, the young marshal of the Bo family has always been known as ruthless and outstanding.

But when he was handsome and tall in military uniform, he seemed to be a king inspecting his own territory and subjects, even if he was in the name of cruelty, there were still many women who were obsessed with moths flying into the flames, sighing and praising...

"The young marshal is to welcome his brother Bo Xizhi, so he has not worn a wedding robe or a red flower."

"I wonder how graceful the young marshal should be when he put on his wedding robe and wears red flowers and marry beautiful ladies!"

"Why wouldn't we be more curious about what it looks like to marry a beautiful lady in a wedding robe and a red flower? What kind of woman is so lucky to become his wife?"

"It should be a lady with a beautiful face and a smart heart, right?"

“It makes sense and reason…”

"Maybe a person like Shaoshu doesn't like Douscuta, but what about the heroic and sassy general tiger girl?"

"There is also a reason, and there is also a reason..."

...

The women's obsessed words came to Bo Shaozheng's ears, and the long and narrow eyes under the ink-colored hair added a hint of coldness.

In the sedan chair, Bai Mo lifted the red veil and captured some words such as "Young Marshal", "Supervisor", "Big Young Master", "Welcome to the Breed" and other words from the joyful sound of beating gongs and drums.

Yes.

Marshal Bo talked about the marriage between Mu Liusu, a family and Mu Xizhi.

How can a young man who is well-read in poetry and books and follows filial piety violate his parents' orders?

It sounds nice.

In fact, it was just that he didn't dare to resist his iron-blooded hero's father on the surface.

But the male protagonist must reflect the "loyalty" of his true love for the female protagonist!

Otherwise, he will become a scumbag and his character will be broken?

So, Bo Xizhi found an excuse that he was seriously ill and could not meet the bride himself.

So what should I do?

The bride must not marry, right? The sedan chair must not go and welcome, right?

What would the world think of their general's mansion?

--treachery?

This doesn't work!

Will the General Mansion be ruined?

Therefore, Bo Dashui had to let his only two sons, Bo Shaozheng, go to welcome his bride instead of his brother Bo Xizhi.

It's really the most tragic bride in history.

However, there is no tragicest, only even more tragic.

The young master who is in poor health and has kidney deficiency in the eyes of the world naturally cannot enter the bridal chamber, but this does not affect his being a groom every night, but the partner is not Mu Liusu.

Poor Mu Liusu, he not only has to consider his sick husband alone in the empty room on his wedding night, but also suffers from the tragic experience of being scared by ghosts.

Bai Mo sighed, touched his stomach, sympathized with the female supporting actress Mu Liusu, and even more sympathized with herself.
Chapter completed!