October takes the heat, the sky is cold and the moon and stars are scarce.

　　The sound of the gaggle came to an abrupt halt, and the covered eyes were rarely a little glazed over.

　　Feng la thirteenth time eyes since open and close, the red in front of the eye curtain still exists.

　　That's good. Eye cramps.

　　Fengara had to be sure that it wasn't a dream, that she was wearing it.

　　The nerves of her brain, which had danced repeatedly on the tip of the knife, told her that she seemed to have become a different person.

　　Fengara forgot who she was supposed to be, and the scattered memories were hard to grasp before they were swept away in a mess of outsiders.

　　A huge pile of information, the brain is incompetent to process for a moment, so a brain to throw all the woolen balls into the depths of the mind, and carry out the information that is important.

　　Wu Fengla? Fengla means she doesn't have a last name.

　　The mind presents a small transparent big lady's first half of life, oops, or a sufferer, not interested, skimmed.

　　Stop! What the hell? Married? Today? Me?

　　How dare you! You don't even know if you're a ghost and you still want to marry me?

　　Feng La just wanted to pull off the red cover as soon as she could, but she didn't expect the sound of very light footsteps coming from the doorway.

　　Immediately pause, don't panic, she's not done with her message yet, take it for what it's worth.

　　I don't know why, Feng La was extremely confident in herself, even if that groomer at the door wanted to do something to her, she could beat the groomer so much that he wouldn't even recognize his mother.

　　After a long time had passed, the groomsmen at the door finally got their mental faculties in order and pushed their way in.

　　Fengara could feel the subtle friction of his clothes, though it was faint and careful.

　　The eyebrows under the red cover raised high, feelings this is a shy faction of the young Langjun?

　　She was in no hurry at once to see what this dilly-dallying groomsman was all about.

　　Just in the time that the groomer was dawdling, Fengla had already finished processing all the critical information, and this time was very much at ease, with food in her belly and no panic in her heart.

　　Grinding this one, should be the legendary brutal, bloody, brain disease, commonly known as the fool of the Dingbei Marquis House's son.

　　She, on the other hand, was the bride of the first daughter of a high family who had been exchanged by the Marquis of Dingbei for military honors...her second sister.

　　Oh, so it's a doggone crossover terrier + substitution terrier + silly terrier?

　　The properties of the opposite object are unknown and remain to be seen.

　　A tea has passed and the opposite side is still observing.

　　Fengara then...

　　The old lady's neck is going to break.

　　This phoenix crown is so heavy, why don't men wear it?

　　"I say, why don't you help me remove a phoenix crown before pretending to be deep?" Fengla really couldn't resist.

　　As for why they let the other side do it.

　　One of them is the honoring of the bridegroom, the percentage of which is not to be ascertained.

　　Secondly, Biggara thinks she won't.

　　The man on the other side seemed to be hesitating about something, and moved another half step, yes, half a step, towards Fengla's put.

　　Breathing is a long way off.

　　"Can't it be that my majesty has already pushed right up against the opposite Little Lang Jun, so I don't dare to come forward?" Feng La was overjoyed in her heart.

　　It's a great thing to do. If you take the groom as your little brother, so what if it's the ancient world, you'll still be able to make waves.

　　Only the neck really couldn't take it, Fengla had to do it herself, and was well fed.

　　Whew~, finally seeing the beams again.

　　Feng La herself lifted the cover to scare the opposite Junior Langjun back another half step.

　　Why not one step?

　　Because there's no way out. The spine is against the door.

　　Seeing Feng La staring straight at him, Xiao Lang Jun's mouth opened and closed, and very slowly spat out two words, "Ma'am."

　　Yoho, the little voice is quite good, look at the shyness point in addition to not like a sick look ah.

　　If it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing a wedding dress, Feng La would have thought that this was a mistaken entrance to the bridal chamber.

　　Xiao Langjun's skin is really good, Fengla has little culture, just know the word good looking.

　　If you're here, you're here.

　　Just memorized over, she found that her mother's family Prime Minister's House is impossible to go back, after all, no mother, father also do not love, go back is still a sufferer, this persona she can not get.

　　Dingbei Marquis is not the same ah, this is the heir, the family although the parents are still alive, but usually do not live in a yard.

　　After a complex and meticulous (Fengla thought to herself) thought, she decided, in the future, the marquis house is her home, opposite this little Langjun is the reserve little brother.

　　"Are you sure you want to stand that far away and talk to me?" Since he wanted to take in a little brother, he had to understand what the other party wanted first, ah, Fengla took the initiative to speak.

　　The young langzhun's pace was slightly that much faster this time, so you can imagine how fast it was.

　　Feng La really couldn't see past it, if the mountain didn't come to her, she would go to the mountain, and with an arrow step, she rushed in front of the little Langjun.

　　"Take it off for me, I feel like I'm on top."

　　The phoenix crown on her head was too heavy, and she was about to be crushed by the mountain.

　　Kotarou was tempted to say that's not how to use the top, but didn't say it.

　　There was no way to retreat, so the young langjun only had to reach out his trembling hand and gently and carefully help Fengla take off the phoenix crown.

　　The long tassel constantly shaking, there are a few strands hooked to Fengla's hair, if Fengla can see, certainly a pull down, this pain, not with fear.

　　Feng La realized that since she was close, little Langjun almost suffocated, and then to the neck, good guy, dense goosebumps, looking really scary, even the face, are a little abnormal pale.

　　If it was a reddish blush, Feng La could still tell herself that this was the youngest lang thinking of something wrong, but this situation was clearly not.

　　Seemingly, afraid of her?

　　The brain that had been processing the information finally split its two cents for the man in front of him.

　　"You are afraid of touching the living." Feng La's tone was certain, and before her words fell, she violently tore off the phoenix crown herself and took a few steps back, away from Little Lang Jun. Fortunately, all the important hairpin rings had been removed, it was the dozens of hairs that were broken.

　　Just to see the little Langjun began to perform the mute technique of opening and closing his mouth without making a sound again, watching Fengla's teeth sink.

　　If she hadn't just heard him say ma'am, she might have thought this was an aphasic.

　　Luckily, the youngest Lang knew he might have trouble speaking and nodded straight away.

　　It hurt a lot more this time.

　　In fact, the symptoms of his discomfort lifted after Fengla moved away from him.

　　The person also relaxed a few moments.

　　Fengara rolled her eyes, weighing the pros and cons with her not-so-smart brain.

　　Xiao Langjun doesn't look too normal, but he's not cranky, and he's quite patient in removing her hair, isn't that proof that it can be fattened up?

　　The preppy little brother doesn't seem to be working, lukewarm as it is, she's killed three in and three out, and the little brother isn't even weaned yet.

　　Then, switch to hugging?

　　"Today is our wedding night." Feng La's voice was thin and weak, her head hung down, contributing her best acting skills in her life to Little Langjun, and the capitalized aggression was overflowing.

　　In Little Lang Jun's eyes, Feng La was aggrieved, her lowered eyes watering, her thin body unusually fragile.

　　Indeed, it hadn't been a good idea to marry him, and now that her husband was still acting like he was afraid of her, sadness was inevitable, and the youngest lounge boy suddenly felt a little guilty.

　　However, even though he was full of comforting words, he could only keep circling in his mind, and once he wanted to pour them out, it was difficult to make a sound.

　　Feng la concave half a day styling also no one to support the scene, then realized that he was throwing winks to the blind.

　　Immediately give up the concave look and turn into a straight ball persona.

　　"Can you tell me your name?" That's right, she didn't learn the groom's name from the original owner's memory.

　　Junior Langjun looked a bit surprised, and since Fengla had been keeping a safe distance from him, the person was less tense and answered slightly faster.

　　"Duan Jingchuan." The voice was weak, mixed with a little bit of gas, and somewhat incoherent, and it could be heard that it was someone who didn't often speak.

　　True, the quintessential example of shying away from words.

　　"Oh, my name is Fengla." Grumpily, she introduced herself, feeling like she had forgotten something, but couldn't recall.

　　After another period of suffocation, the warm male voice seemed a little puzzled, "Second Miss?"

　　Ah, the substitute terrier.

　　Feng La innocently raised her head to look at Duan Jingchuan, she didn't expect to fall into the middle of a slightly suppressed eye, dark as if she could suck people in, and before she had time to look deeper, Duan Jingchuan lowered her head again.

　　Rolled his eyes, the matter of the substitute marriage could not be washed away, so he could only tell the truth.

　　"Yes, I am the second miss of the Prime Minister's Office, not the famous Miss Wu who is all over the capital that you want to marry, do you have anything to say?" Said and stared straight at Duan Jingchuan, do not let close to it does not matter, look at it always can, people look really good.

　　Feng La watched as Duan Jingchuan fell back into self-doubt, wanting to speak but unable to do so, the person was a little anxious, this person was too difficult to communicate, asking a question would take a long time.

　　And instead of letting him go on at length, he just asked for the results, "What do you think? Nod your head if you want to return me outright, and shake your head if you want to get that big lady over here."

　　Hearing the first half of the sentence, Duan Jingchuan had planned to shake his head, and before he could mentally prepare himself, he heard the second half of the sentence, and now he completely didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

　　Feng La looked askance at Duan Jingchuan and realized that he hadn't been responding, and only then did she think back to the fact that what she had said earlier had a speech impediment.

　　But can a self-appointed bigot la go wrong? Surely not.

　　"In a word, return it or not."

　　This time, Duan Jingchuan's reaction was a bit faster, shaking his head rapidly, and then he thought of something else, asking the question that had been circling around inside for a while, spitting out two words, "What about you?"

　　Fengara thought she needed a translator to properly translate the mental activities of the young Langjun in front of her.

　　What about you? That phrase means a lot.

　　"I don't have anything in mind for you for now." Said the whole man as he turned and headed over to the bed.

　　Having experienced a bit too much this night, her brain was running low on memory and was now a bit hot and in need of a break.

　　Seeing Feng La planning to go to bed, Duan Jingchuan was a bit at a loss for words.

　　Feng la really some helpless, this stuffy gourd in the future to get along with the fear is a little difficult, even if the collection of little brother, she does not want to collect such.

　　"Do you want to sleep with me or go out?"

　　After hearing these words, Duan Jingchuan reacted quite quickly, immediately turning backward, opening the door, stepping out, looking back, closing the door, all in one go.

　　Just in the time it took Feng La to blink, the person had already disappeared.

　　Whew, Fengara let out a long breath.

　　Now this is traveling to the ancient times, but also inexplicably more than a little Langjun, this little Langjun in all likelihood some mental illnesses, if you want to abandon this little Langjun is not realistic, no money, no identity, no hair to live, that can only continue to mete out.

　　Sleep is the biggest thing in the world.

　　Throw yourself to the bed so a throw, suddenly feel some choking panic under the waist, lift the quilt to see, suddenly full of black lines, only to see the bed is covered with peanuts, melon seeds, cinnamon and so on are other things.

　　Only then did she touch her emptying stomach, "So hungry, I need to eat something, are brides treated so badly these days?" Looking again at the extraordinarily intricate dowry on her body, she rolled her eyes at the beams of the room.

　　"Where are the people, come on!" In her memory there should have been a maid accompanying her, how could she have been left alone in her room, not caring about food or bathing.

　　Taking three steps towards the dresser, now that her face wasn't quite so comfortable, she needed to see what was wrong.

　　The copper mirror wasn't very clear in illuminating people, but with Fengla's superb intelligence she assured the heavens that she saw a female ghost in the mirror.

　　"My God! Who is this ghost!"

　　Calm as Feng La also could not help but be shocked for a moment by the person in the bronze mirror.

　　She couldn't remember what she looked like, and now this little lady was her.

　　She had noticed before that the body was very thin and weak, looking malnourished, with limbs so limp that she couldn't breathe well enough to speak.

　　When I pulled the phoenix crown, my hair was already half-cloaked down, messy like a ball of chicken nests, my eyes were swollen like a walnut, and the poor quality powder on the pale face outlined a landscape picture that even Picasso didn't understand, so I could see that Fengla was straight up in my head.

　　"With this respectable appearance, no wonder that young Lang Jun never dared to look at me directly just now, so it was ugly."

　　She this in barely picking the memories she had just thrown in from the trash can in her brain.

　　Sentimentally, this little lady was scared and crying while being sent to the cave, and finally cried herself to death, so she came to be in this respectable shape.

　　This is something that my uncle can't tolerate, and my aunt can't tolerate it any more.

　　For a long time no one responded, Fengla's little temper came up all of a sudden, originally still intend to live peacefully for a period of time, but the sky is not with me.

　　Kicked the door open, hunger coupled with a head that was so ugly it could no longer think at all.

　　"Anyone? Duan Jingchuan, where are you?"