Essence Your wedding dress burned like fire and is imprinted in my heart

That year, they were childhood sweethearts, but they were turned away because of inappropriate marriages. She forced her to die before her father allowed him to join the family. But as proud as he was, how could a seven-foot-tall man be dependent on others? He didn't want to wrong her. That year, he packed up his bags and went away to become a disciple. She sent him off, with tears in her beautiful eyes, "Do you know the way back?" ' He took her into his arms and looked into the distance, “When I become successful and famous, I will marry you in a red dress from ten miles away. If you wait for me, I will definitely live up to you.” That year, they were both in their prime years. He found an expert during his travels and taught him martial arts. He was diligent, smart, and endured hardships, so he was appreciated by the expert. After passing on his life's work to him, he passed away. After burying his master, he went down the mountain to make a living. On the way, he accidentally saved the emperor and rewarded him with good martial arts. He asked him if he would be loyal to the country. He deserved it, so he rushed to the battlefield with the soldiers. The war ahead was tight, and the man who could be used was the king. He had mastered martial arts. , with a careful mind, he was invincible on the battlefield. If the enemy knew that he was in the army, they would retreat ten miles away. The emperor was overjoyed, so he made him the god of war general, gave him glory and beauty, and invited him to share the country. He clasped his fists and said, "I have accepted the king's good intentions. I still have a good wife waiting for you at home. Can you please allow her to come?" The emperor smiled slightly, "Why don't I give you thousands of red clothes to welcome the wife of the God of War?" He thanked and left. At this time, the sun was dazzling and dazzling. When he returned to his hometown, he was no longer the same as before. The years had engraved the vicissitudes of perseverance on his face. He had not forgotten the promise he made back then, and he had not forgotten her smile. It has been sixteen years now. Is she still there? Sixteen years of longing and caring finally came to an end. He excitedly knocked on the high door in front of him, and it was the butler. Without saying a word, he saw the butler kneeling on his knees and shouting "Lord God of War." He smiled bitterly. Did the butler know that the current God of War was the poor boy he mocked back then. He was not upset, so he stepped in with his lapels up and went straight to her boudoir, but he didn't see her. He was panicked and asked the housekeeper where she was. The housekeeper replied, "The young lady married into the Hou Mansion a year ago, and now she is the Marquis's wife." He froze on the spot, but did not believe it. He wanted to see her and ask her to tell her the reason. If she was forced to marry, he would definitely take the head of the Marquis. He ignored the master and rushed to the Hou Mansion. The housekeeper of the Hou Mansion came out to greet him. People who practice martial arts have lost their politeness. He pointed his sword at the housekeeper and asked the wife. Here, the housekeeper knelt down and begged for mercy, but he didn't know the grudge between his wife and the God of War. Seeing the cruel look in his eyes, he was afraid of being disadvantaged by his wife but did not dare to make a mistake, so he had to bow his head and say nothing. How could he wait? Sixteen years of missing her, his heart thinking about it for several years, his mind was full of her delicate face, tearful eyes, and the words "I will wait for your return" on the day of departure. He could no longer care about it. He couldn't control the look in everyone's eyes, but he wanted to see her, and flew to the backyard. The sky was full of peach blossoms in the courtyard, the sound of the piano reached his ears, and the fragrance of peach floated into his lungs, but he couldn't bear it. Coughing slightly, he looked up and saw the woman in white clothes playing the harp in the attic. Three thousand black hairs poured down. Qianqian Su's hands were gently holding the harp, the greenness between her eyebrows had faded, and her eyebrows were knotted with a touch of sadness. Resentment, in the past sixteen years, she has become so charming. He was about to step forward, but he saw a man behind her approaching her, gently covering her with a cloak, and taking her into his arms. She leaned lightly in his arms, her eyes full of happiness. He stopped, forbearingly tightening the fists in his sleeves, and his white knuckles fell on the swaying peach tree. Flowers were flying in the sky. He turned around, no longer feeling any nostalgia. The sky was slightly cloudy and rainy, but no one paid attention to the bloody peach blossoms under the peach trees, which were enchanting and strange. Just like her tears falling on the man's clothes, smearing a peach blossom, Rong Hua is like a finger of quicksand, and old age is like a period of time. "Whether it's voluntary or forced, I will marry as a human being, and I don't blame anyone. It's just that you and I are not destined to meet each other, so there is no need to see each other again," she looked at the pink sky and lowered her eyes deeply. .