The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

"..."

As if he heard someone calling him, Bei Luoli turned around immediately, but saw nothing.

hum.

The power of the Heaven-Building Dao in her body was inexplicably pulled and moved on its own.

Between heaven and earth, there is also a force that cuts through the heavens.

The two strange powers of the avenue quickly blended and merged together.

At the same time, Ye Lingtian and Bei Luoli lost consciousness at the same time.

The surrounding scene began to change, and the hills and tombs disappeared.

Crash.

A street appeared and rain poured down.

A scholar who was simply dressed, carried a book basket, was thin and looked like a consumptive man, was walking forward holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, there was a young woman in a white skirt. The woman lowered her head, held the corners of her clothes with both hands, and followed closely beside the scholar. Her face was a little pale and a little delicate.

"Girl, where is your home?"

The scholar asked.

"Front......"

The woman then raised her head and pointed forward.

"oh oh."

The scholar nodded quickly.

Walked for a while.

A mansion appeared in front of them, Beifang!

"Scholar, I'm here."

The woman whispered.

"Well, let's go in."

The scholar replied.

The woman walked towards the gate of the mansion. Seeing this, a guard quickly came over holding an umbrella: "Miss, you are finally back."

The woman took the umbrella from the guard, turned around, looked at the scholar and said, "Scholar, my name is Bei Luoli, what are you?"

The scholar was stunned for a second, then subconsciously replied: "My name is...Ye Lingtian."

"Ye Lingtian? What a good name. I will remember you. Thank you for sending me back."

The woman waved gently, smiled brightly at the scholar, and entered the mansion. The door of the mansion quickly closed.

The scholar looked at the magnificent mansion in front of him, with a trace of inexplicable inferiority in his eyes. He silently held up the umbrella and left.

He is just a poor scholar, working and studying at the same time, and he will stay in this city for a long time.

Perhaps it was fate. From the first time they met under an umbrella in the rain, the scholar always met the woman on various occasions. From then on, the gears of fate changed.

The relationship between the two became more and more intimate. They recited poems, composed poems, talked about everything, accompanied the dusk, and talked to the sun and the moon.

Spring passes and autumn comes, time passes and circumstances change.

The scholar was about to rush to Beijing to take the exam, and the woman saw him off in tears. She expected the scholar to turn around and say those words to her.

"wait for me."

The scholar walked a few steps, turned around, and said two words to the woman.

He didn't dare to say too much, because the gap between them was too big. The poor scholar and the wealthy lady, their family status separated them from each other.

Rushing for the exam is his only chance. If he succeeds, he will say those three words to the woman and promise her a prosperous life.

"it is good."

The woman's delicate face showed an unprecedented sweet smile. She knew that the scholar would definitely pass the exam and she would wait for him.

"..."

The scholar endured the reluctance and left quickly.

The woman looked at his back and murmured: "There are no mountains, no mausoleums, no rivers, no thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you."

The picture begins to change.

The scholar went to take the exam. Although he was talented, he could not escape the insider trading. He eventually failed and had to return sadly. He returned to the city where he lived with the woman again, and happened to see a team welcoming the bride, eight-carrying sedan chairs, and the noise of gongs and drums.

The scholar was carrying a book basket and looking downcast, standing alone in the crowd, as if he was out of place in this world. He looked at the sedan next to him, curious in his heart, wondering whose family had married a good man.

"The daughter of Member Bei's wife and the son of Member Zhao's wife are getting married. They are childhood sweethearts, and they are enviable."

"In this city of Forgetfulness, Miss Bei and Mr. Zhao are a match made in heaven. When they are together, they are truly beautiful."

"..."

The crowd of people watching, laughing and talking.

Sudden.

A gust of breeze blew, and the bride in the sedan opened the curtain, revealing a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to the scholar.

Their eyes met.

"..."

The scholar's body trembled and his expression was sluggish. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat and could not be said at all.

The bride's eyes dodge, she quickly lowers the curtain and says in a trembling voice: "Chuntao, let the team speed up."

"Okay lady."

The maid next to the sedan said softly.

The team moved forward quickly.

The scholar froze in place, motionless. After a while, a sad smile appeared on his face.

cough cough.

The scholar suddenly coughed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it casually, lowered his head, and left silently dragging his poor and thin body.

Boom.

Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.

The scholar walked alone in the heavy rain, his steps staggering and he looked extremely lonely.

In the sedan chair.

The bride opened the curtain again and saw the scholar's lonely back gradually disappearing. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken and tears kept flowing down...

"Stop!"

The bride started quickly.

The procession stopped.

The bride walked down quickly, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, she took off her crown and golden hairpin, and faced the rain, chasing the scholar...

On a stone bridge.

The scholar was soaked by the rain. He took off his book basket and looked at the ripples in the river. He couldn't help but murmur to himself: "I can't speak, I miss you secretly. No one knows about the two hearts. Locking a solitary bird in a deep cage at night is very powerful. The sword chops off the branches. Although the river is turbid and the sun is clear, and the aconite is black and white, we can only stay apart and remain silent."

puff.

After saying this, the scholar spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell down instantly.

"Ye Lingtian..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, and the bride was running over in a hurry.

Unfortunately, the scholar could no longer see it. When he saw the sedan passing by, his heart died.

"Ye Lingtian..."

The bride came to the scholar. She hugged the scholar's cold body, looking panicked, tears streaming down her face, and kept shouting. However, no matter how she shouted, the scholar could not wake up again.

"Ye Lingtian, please wake up quickly. I won't marry anyone. I beg you to wake up quickly. I beg you."

The bride shook the scholar's body and kept crying.

Between the sky and the earth, there are deep dark clouds, heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and sad emotions are filling the air.

cough cough.

The bride was crying and coughing, her heart was like a knife, her pale face was wet with tears and rain, and blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth...

When the heavy rain passes, the thunder dissipates.

On the stone bridge, the bride hugged the scholar tightly, her expression a little numb. A gust of breeze blew, and the two figures slowly disappeared.

(PS: The writing is a little bit bloody, but if you keep reading, the plot will definitely be reversed)