Tang Youyou opened the door to the bridal chamber and stepped over the threshold. There was a white mist outside the house.
Faintly, she could see the hoe placed at the door and the bird's nest under the eaves.
She left along the dike. There were tables placed on the dike, and the remains of the wedding feast still remained on the table.
Really, as long as the costumes and scenery of domestic ancient costume dramas could reach this level, what should they worry about for the ratings?
Tang Youyou sighed about the common people and worried about the people's livelihood. She passed through the bamboo forest and walked to the cliff. The mist dispersed, and it was already dawn.
The sun rose in the east, and the mountains in the distance exuded warmth.
Now, Tang Youyou was dumbfounded.
Although the experience was good, a scene play should be appropriate, right? Why did she have to act in a serial drama?
She had to take the CET-6 tomorrow. She couldn't indulge like this!
Gritting her teeth hard, she stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down.
The mist was so thick that she couldn't see the bottom...
There were often things in her dreams where she stepped on the air and woke up in a hurry. She just had to jump down!
It was just a dream. What was there to be afraid of? She might as well play a roller coaster. It was exciting!
Comforting herself, Tang Youyou jumped!
The cold wind blew across her cheeks, and the branches scratched her arms. The cold touch and the physiological pain were accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, and the ground was getting closer and closer. Tang Youyou just wanted to scold, "Damn it!"
She didn't wake up. She didn't wake up!
"Crash——"
Severe pain came, and all the bones in her body were broken. Tang Youyou reflexively howled, "What the hell! I don't want to die! Ah!"
"My wife, my wife, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Youyou, who was still in shock, was twitching all over. The man who broke into the dream was wearing a festive robe and a soft-footed cap. He grabbed her arms tightly, lay beside her, and stared at her through the gap in the tassels of the red veil.
Tang Youyou's ferocious appearance froze, and she stared blankly at the groom.
Rong Xun?
Tang Youyou's mind was in a mess...
Didn't she jump off the cliff?
Why did she return to this bridal chamber again, and there was no ink mark on Rong Xun's face.
Could it be that she was trapped in the book?
"My wife?"
Rong Xun held her face in confusion. "Did you fall asleep and have a nightmare?"
"That's right, I had a nightmare!"
Tang Youyou didn't believe such a ridiculous thing. She was a budding flower of the motherland. She was going to repay society after graduating from university. How could she be a useless female lead in the book!
Bah!
She got up neatly, tore off the red silk on the door, and ordered angrily, "You, turn around!"
"My wife, what are you doing?" Rong Xun was at a loss. The red silk wrapped around his wrist several times and tightened forcefully. With a strong kick, he was lying on the couch.
"What am I doing? Isn't it just that I scolded you hundreds of times while reading the book? Do you have to do this to me? A virtual character, I'd like to see how capable you are!"
Tang Youyou tightened the knot of the red silk again and again. After confirming that he couldn't break free, she clapped her hands, stepped on Rong Xun's buttocks with one foot, and her chest rose and fell with anger.
She hadn't had enough of a good and comfortable life. Why did she catch up with the trend of wearing books? She still wanted to watch dramas, eat melons, and surf the Internet! Most importantly, was there any snail powder in this lousy book? Was there! Was there!!
She really saw a ghost. Damn it!
"My wife... this..." Rong Xun was lying on the red wedding quilt. Half of his handsome face was buried in it. When he spoke, saliva couldn't help flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
But he was smiling. He stammered the words intermittently. "Could this be... the legendary bedroom... bedroom pleasures?"
"Your mother's bedroom!"
Tang Youyou never knew what a lady was. In the 21st century, the crying strange had a loud name. They were either "green tea" or "white lotus", forcing the girls to become rough men.
While scolding, she crushed her feet hard again. Who knew that Rong Xun not only wasn't angry, but also laughed more cheerfully. "I like it. My wife is really different!"
Tang Youyou was speechless. Was this really the cold and heartless male lead in the book?
The slobber soaked the corner of the quilt. His image was eaten by the dog!
Kill him! Kill him!
There was a crazy thought in Tang Youyou's mind, but she had never even slaughtered a chicken in her life, let alone a living person!
"Sigh..."
Silently, she sighed and let go of one end of the red silk, giving up on entanglement with the male lead whose character design had collapsed.
"My wife, what's the next trick? There are candles and a small leather whip..."
Rong Xun twisted restlessly. Tang Youyou turned around with a black line on her forehead and left. By the way, she took two pieces of silver.
She didn't want to live and die in the abuse book. In other books, the traverser's life was like a sesame flower that grew higher and higher. She could even become the richest man by farming. She was a cute little girl in the media industry. She wouldn't even be sorry for her ancestors if she didn't become an international public relations!
Walking out of the bridal chamber again, there were three stone-brick houses, a fence courtyard outside the house, and an eight-immortal table placed on the dike.
Although Rong Xun lived in the countryside after his fall, his party members in the court and his queen mother had never treated him badly. With continuous financial assistance, he was probably the richest farmer in the ten-mile radius!
In the book, not long after the male and female leads got married, Rong Xun colluded with the female lead's father to rebel and force the palace. Logically speaking, the female lead's father was a great hero who assisted the male lead to ascend to the throne, but this male lead was cruel and ruthless. He framed the prime minister for colluding with the prince.
Not only did he detain his elder brother, but he also beheaded the female lead's father and mother. The male lead smoothly became the emperor from an exiled and fleeing prince.
The bloody plot started from the deep hatred between the male and female leads. The female lead endured and revenge was the main line.
Under the hazy moonlight, Tang Youyou was puzzled. She knew the plot, so there was nothing to look forward to. Since she was here, this book had nothing to do with the abuse book from now on. Maybe she would return to reality while playing?
Creak, creak.
Walking on the country road, the visibility was getting lower and lower. Along with the dark clouds covering the moon, Tang Youyou looked up at the sky and only heard a howl above her head.
Wolf?
It seemed to be a wolf. This scene couldn't be a husky!
Tang Youyou's calf trembled, and her neck shrank. She immediately became vigilant. Why did she ignore such a thing? In feudal society, in the middle of the night in the wilderness, it was no different from walking on the African grasslands?
"Ow..."
Immediately, the wolf howls came one after another.
"Oops..."
Tang Youyou was like a frightened bird. She didn't notice her feet at all. By accident... she fell into the ditch.
Unfortunately, the ditch was very narrow, and it stuck her hands and feet tightly. Even more fatal was that this was probably an irrigation channel. The gurgling cold water wet her back...
That night, Tang Youyou was numb all over. She didn't know how she survived until dawn. She only knew that when the farmer walked in front of her, she cried out in disappointment.
"Save me, big brother! Pull me up! Please!"
She was wearing a festive embroidered dress. Who didn't know that she was the new bride of Longevity Village?
Returning to Rong Xun's house, when the villagers saw Rong Xun tied to the couch again, for a moment, even though Tang Youyou boasted that her face could be bulletproof, she couldn't help blushing.