"The auspicious time has come! Open the door!"
The door of Zheng's small courtyard creaked and opened from the inside.
All the monks on both sides of the long street bowed their heads in unison and shouted: "Congratulations to Xianjun for a happy marriage! Great joy!"
The word "great joy" spread far away, Cui Wang pulled the rein, and the robe fell off the unicorn.
Countless white-clothed disciples behind them also fell to the ground at the same time. They held their swords in unison and shouted:
"Congratulations to Xianjun!"
The young man yelled majesticly, and the sound shook the five mountains, and it spread to the boudoir, which attracted Wang's smile:
"It seems that the future son-in-law has invited many people."
In his words, he seemed extremely satisfied with his future son-in-law.
Marriage in the mortal world, no matter from aristocratic families or ordinary people, pays attention to "big scenes". The bigger the scene, the more attention is paid to the woman.
Zheng Wan's soul consciousness had already seen the situation outside. Cui Wang probably brought all the young sword cultivators who were old enough in their sect. At a glance, the line could not be exhausted from the street to the end of the street.
Can't help but smile:
"It's hard for him."
"Yeah, with such a cold temper, but he was so busy that he settled all the trivial matters of the wedding, and he was not willing to let you lift a finger. I think you, Aye, couldn't do that back then."
Wang sighed.
Zheng Wan stretched out a finger and said with a smile:
"Who said that? I made the wedding dress myself."
"Okay, when my mother doesn't know you?"
Mrs. Wang patted her on the shoulder, "At the beginning, you just made a head start, cut two knives, and suddenly said that you were going to break through. You went to retreat for more than half a month. This wedding dress - it was made by your son-in-law, look, This embroidery is like a phoenix flying, lifelike, A Niang, I never thought that the hand holding the sword can still embroider, and embroider so well."
When Zheng Wan heard it for the first time, she quickly shook her head:
"That's impossible. Cui Wang can at most draw an embroidery sample. He embroidered his clothes for the embroiderer's shop."
"How is it impossible?"
Wang's eyes were soft, "He even asked me a few times about acupuncture, and many needle holes were pricked on his fingers... A Niang asked him why he took so much effort. There is only one thing in life. Since you can't do it, then he will do it."
"My future son-in-law is stupid," Wang sighed, "Aniang estimated that he probably wanted to say, I hope you won't feel any regret when you think of this wedding in the future."
The wedding dress has always been embroidered by the bride herself. It represents a strong expectation for the future. Even a poor girl knows that she has to embroider a red dress to marry herself; , in the end separated by a layer.
Zheng Wan looked at the red wedding dress in the mirror, with begonia buttons on the front, and a picture of the phoenix Yufei embroidered on the shoulders. The tiny tassels adorned the whole wedding dress in a lively and beautiful way.
This is a wedding dress that is not inferior even if it is placed in a tailor shop.
Her eyes were slightly wet, and she cursed with a smile:
"fool."
Li Siyi took a step outside the courtyard, and followed Cui Wang into the courtyard. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing:
"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to be able to embroider? You really can't be judged by appearances, but—"
"But what?"
Cui Wangchao, Zheng Zhai, who stood first in the courtyard, cupped his hands, stood respectfully, and called "Yue Zhang".
"However, you are still in the realm of immortality, and your body is made of steel and iron. Ten fingers were poked with a needle, and it healed after pinching a formula. Why do you still keep the needle hole to see your future mother-in-law?"
Cui Wang didn't look back:
"forget."
"Oh—" Li Siyi drew his voice, "Did you forget?"
"Of course I forgot."
Cui Wang glanced at him indifferently, "It seems that senior brother has gained a lot of experience in sword practice recently, and he plans to learn from me with junior brother."
Li Siyi was taken aback by the threat in his words. Although he had made rapid progress in sparring with his junior brother, that day was really not something ordinary people could bear.
Hastily waved his hands:
"All right, all right, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, let's not bring up this topic."
Cui Wang was satisfied with this.
Over there, Zheng Zhai also looked at the group of people who came in with satisfaction, to be precise, it was the man in the head who wore the red bridegroom robe.
This is a young man with extremely good-looking bones, broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Needless to say, his face is not as good as when he was young, but it is still enough to stand out from the crowd.
The most important thing is that people really love their dear daughter to the bone.
He has never seen any man who is willing to write red poems all over the courtyard for the newlyweds himself, nor has he seen any man who is willing to make clothes for the newlyweds, and he has never seen any man. Because the east pearl on the phoenix crown is not perfect enough, I will personally go down to fish for pearls.
In the past few months, Cui Wang's performance completely overturned Zheng Zhai's previous speculation.
He is like a melting iceberg, looking cold, but touching it has a different taste - this man is clumsily courting him and Lang Lang, and all these changes are only because of Zheng Zhai's daughter.
It is rare in the world that it is not that a low position crawls to a high position, but that a high position bows to a low position because of love for the house.
However, although he was satisfied, the next procedure had to be passed.
Zheng Zhai clapped his hands:
"Killing power stick!"
A group of monks emerged from behind, both men and women. They held sticks and blocked the road leading to the atrium.
Qingshuang raised her voice:
"Xianjun, I'm sorry!"
Everyone in the Xuancang Realm has benefited from Immortal Liwei's move to release the fairy scroll, but their Yuqingmen is the natal family of Zhenjun Jinhuan, so they naturally want to help kill the prestige of the groom—
These are the original words of Aye, the true king of Jinhuan.
The most important thing is that the No. 1 person in the Xuancang Realm, who is usually aloof, is now standing in front of them. They can have a chance to lift a stick and not be hated. This is the only time.
"Copy guy, go!"
The brothers from Yuqingmen rushed forward and beat them with sticks.
The white-clothed disciple of Guixu Sect had been instructed earlier, knowing that this "killing stick" could only run away, not fight back, and could only run away in embarrassment.
Qingshuang was excited to beat with the stick, and when she saw the red robe in front of her, she subconsciously swung the stick up—
"not good!"
Qingshuang subconsciously wanted to take it back, but who knew that the stick hit the ground and hit Immortal Li Wei's back heavily.
Qingshuang's face turned pale with fright, he, he actually hit Immortal Monarch Li Wei! Li Weixianjun has no intention of hiding at all...
Others were also frightened by this scene, especially those from the Yuqing sect, whose hands holding the "killing stick" stopped in mid-air.
At this time, a red figure suddenly fell from the inner courtyard to the center of the crowd.
Zheng Wan was dressed in a phoenix crown and Xiapei, and she was very red and enthusiastic. A round fan half covered her face, revealing only a pair of graceful eyes:
"Cui Wang, is it okay for you?"
Cui Wang rolled his eyes all of a sudden.
Like the melting of ice and snow, the joy burst out, causing everyone present to look away, and couldn't help but sneak a glance again.
"It doesn't matter."
he said.
This scene made Zheng Zhai very appreciative.
Immediately, he saw that this good son-in-law was not pleasing to the eye, and he started to chase him away:
"Wan Wan, why are you making fun of it? The process hasn't passed yet. After the masquerade is over, there will be makeup poems. After the makeup poems, there will be fan poems. Come in!"
Zheng Wan shook her head, but refused:
"Aye, the killing stick has been beaten, the daughter is here, and the make-up is done, why don't you just write a fan poem."
Zheng Zhai: "..."
The ancients were right, if a girl doesn't stay in college, if she stays or stays, she will become enemies.
"Okay, since my daughter has said so, it's inconvenient for Aye to be that villain." Zheng Zhai stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps. My son-in-law, you are a fairy, so naturally you can't compare with that The difference between a mortal body."
"No, how about limiting seven steps, one step into a poem?"
Li Siyi: ...
He glanced at his junior brother, and it is said that the little red poems hanging all over the gate of Guixu were written by his junior fellow himself, but he didn't know how much work the apprentices had spent on them, perhaps as early as a few years ago, they began to accumulate
And this step is too difficult to complete into a poem—
The younger brother is smart, but he didn't study literature seriously.
"Old man, old man—" In Cui Wang's glance, Li Siyi poked his neck and said, "We are all rough men who practice swords. We only practice swords and don't sing poems. If you let my little brother Come to dance the sword for you once?"
"The sword is the way, not for entertainment."
Before Zheng Zhai could speak, Cui Wang firmly denied it.
Zheng Zhai was not worried, on the contrary, he preferred such a principled and persistent young man.
He waved his hand:
"Then change it—"
"No need to change," Cui Wang said in a calm voice, "Let's leave it at that."
He looked at Zheng Wan, and she was standing in front of him, with a round fan half covering her hibiscus face, revealing a section of skin that was as clear as snow, and her red ears swayed and swayed.
Cui Wang stepped out.
"In the past, when I went to Yujing for a tour, the first immortal Xu Zhuangtou.
Today, I am fortunate to be the Qin and Jin Society, and teach Luanfeng to go to the make-up building early. "
Two steps:
"I don't know what night it is, so I urge the balcony to approach the quiet platform.
Who said that if a hibiscus is planted in water, a branch will bloom in a bronze mirror. "
The breeze was rustling, the man was wearing a fiery crimson robe, but he was still as bright as the bright moon, he made a poem step by step, and gradually approached the female red makeup.
"It is rumored that the red powder will be lowered in the candle, so that there will be no spring in front of the mirror.
No need to mess around—”
Step seven, stop.
Cui Wang looked down at Zheng Wan, and said word by word, "—Keep your eyebrows ready for painting."
Zheng Wan's round fan fell down.
It reveals a face that is more delicate than hibiscus and more colorful than peony, and it is difficult to describe with all the poems and ink in the world.
The two people's eyes met, and they seemed to recall the scene when he painted her eyebrows for the first time in the mortal world.
The world went around in a big circle, and finally, it seemed to return to the original point, but it was not the original point.
Zheng Wan frowned:
"You are Cui Wang?"
Cui Wang remembered the first time they met as adults. It was snowing heavily, she knelt shyly on the bluestone ground, and he asked her, "Are you Zheng Wan?"
"Yes, I'm Cui Wang, what a coincidence, Zheng Wan."
I, Wanglang Cui, would like to make a white-headed covenant with Wanniang Zheng, and from now on, my love will never be doubted.
I, Zheng's Wanniang, would like to make a white-headed covenant with Cui's Wanglang. From then on, my love will never be doubted.