After late autumn, winter comes.
The forced breaking of the five-year peace treaty between Tianlong Kingdom and Dafeng Kingdom finally led to the outbreak of war between the two countries... However, the so-called war is not as tragic as life and death. It is just two small confrontations on the border, which are more like test.
And today is Yan Zhimeng's twentieth birthday and also her wedding day.
The young master's big wedding is no small matter for the Northern Emperor Sect. Yan Duanhun, the suzerain of the Northern Emperor, has three sons. Yanximing is the eldest, Yanxishan is the second, and Yanxihe is the youngest. The three of them have their own things to do, and they seldom get together on weekdays. Today, people with the surname Yan gathered in Kuishui, enjoying a happy atmosphere. The Northern Emperor Sect has been passed down for countless years, so how can they not know the importance of "harmony". Therefore, for countless years, relatives have been in harmony with each other, and struggles for power and position rarely happened. Standing at the pinnacle of power, they must bear in mind some of the most important survival rules that are easily obliterated by desire.
Of course, this "and" also has rules.
This is a forbidden area in Kuishui country where no one else is allowed to step in. It is guarded by many peerless masters on weekdays, and anyone who gets close will be banned or killed. Because too many people went in and never came out, no one dared to approach it over time, and no one knew that there was actually a huge manor with luxurious decorations here.
Today, the usually lifeless manor is decorated with lights and festoons everywhere, echoing with laughter and laughter. The lobby was full of people of all colors, men, women, young and old, tall, short, fat, and thin, with various costumes, some were dressed in official uniforms, some were dressed as woodcutters, and some were even dressed as beggars. But if any one of them goes outside, they are enough to make the ground tremble three times.
When the established target has not been heard from for countless years, they can't help but slowly forget and ignore the reason for existence, and start to shift their attention. And with a huge power beyond the imagination of ordinary people, they naturally set their sights on the whole world. The Northern Emperor Sect has been violating the precepts of their ancestors for many years, slowly infiltrating their power into the whole world. As for how far their minions have extended and how far they have penetrated, only the core power holders know. Of course, all of this is done very secretly, and they will not allow outsiders to notice.
"Hey, old eighteen, I haven't seen a lot of fat in a few years, have I made a lot of fat recently? How much gift did the young master bring for this wedding?"
"Tch, you can say that. I can have a piece of shit in that shitty place. I'm not afraid of your jokes. This time I brought three boxes of jewelry and 800,000 taels of silver. Boss Thirty-eight, what about you?"
"Me, not much, not much, just a million..."
The biggest obstacle for the Northern Emperor Sect to control the world is not the Four Kingdoms, but the Southern Emperor Sect whose power is faintly surpassing them. The most indispensable thing is materials, and the same is true for the Southern Emperor Sect. So for so many years, they have been trying to infiltrate into the four countries as much as possible instead of fighting, and collecting money has become their top priority.
Two people walked in slowly outside the lobby. The moment they stepped in, they seemed to be drawn by an invisible aura. Everyone in the hall looked at them involuntarily. The bustling lobby became silent in an instant. Everyone stepped aside, stepped aside, stood respectfully, and stared at the person coming. God's eyes.
This person was about forty years old, wearing a flame-colored red robe, tall and tall, with a white and beardless face, and his face was plain and easy-going, and there was a shocking majesty hidden in the easy-going. Beside him, a middle-aged beautiful woman was holding his arm, with a gentle smile on her face, and her walking and demeanor exuded a noble elegance in her bones. This kind of nobility is definitely not possessed by ordinary wealthy ladies. Some queens and concubines are even worse.
The only person who can make these people show such eyes is Yan Duanhun, the current suzerain of the Northern Emperor Sect, and beside him is his only wife (Mrs. Yan). After the two sat down in the most prestigious position in the hall, everyone saluted in unison: "Greetings to the suzerain, mistress."
Yan Duanhun nodded slightly, and said: "You don't need to be too polite. You all came here for my son's big wedding, and you have traveled thousands of miles in your busy schedule. The journey must have been very hard. For today's big wedding, everyone, please don't be restrained. Care about common etiquette, do as much as you can, and return as much as you can.”
"Yes, suzerain!"
Yan Duanhun's whereabouts are erratic on weekdays, very few people know what he is running around every day. The suzerain of each generation of the Northern Emperor Sect must be the person with the highest cultivation level in the sect. Yan Duanhun is far stronger than his dozen or so brothers and cousins. , has become even more unfathomable, except for himself, no one knows how strong he has become. But looking closely, Yan Duanhun didn't have the characteristics that a martial arts practitioner should have, neither his appearance nor his aura, he looked like a white-faced middle-aged scholar.
The Northern Emperor Sect's big wedding process is different from the secular ones, it is much more casual in comparison, but worshiping the ancestors is indispensable, so Yanduanhun appears here today. Not long after, Yan Ximing, who was dressed in fire clothes, came in with a smile on his face, and greeted those who were seated respectfully one by one: "Uncle, Uncle... Uncle Seven... Aunt Thirteen... You are all here..."
"Hahahaha, our young suzerain is getting married, there is no reason for us not to come. We haven't seen each other for a year, and it is really extraordinary, and he is more promising than your sixteenth brother."
"Where is it, Uncle Nine has won the prize, everything is the love of the seniors..."
Yan Zhimeng sat in her room, looking at herself in the mirror with an indifferent face, she was speechless for a long time, neither joy nor sadness in her heart. The day finally came too soon. In the past, she even looked forward to this moment, because after she got married, her charm sound power would break through the bottleneck and break through one after another. From then on, she would become a member of the Northern Emperor Sect, relying on their power to avenge her blood. But at this time, when facing her big wedding, she didn't feel any disturbance in her heart. It has been nearly a month since she learned of Ye Wuchen's death. numbness. It seemed that the string of emotion in her heart was cut off forever with his departure.
"Miss, you must be the most beautiful bride in the world... No, Miss is the most beautiful person in the world. Even the young lord is lucky to be favored by her." Ping'er stood Behind her, she said with a smile. She was by Yan Zhimeng's side every day, so how could she not notice the changes in her during this period of time, even today, she is so quiet that people worry. Ping'er tried her best to make her happy, but she never succeeded. She remembered that it had been a long time since she smiled.
There are endless laughter and noisy sounds in the ears. These "experts outside the world" will be as scrupulous as children at such a happy moment, shouting to their heart's content, which presents a sharp contrast with the silence in the room. Yan Zhimeng didn't answer Ping'er, she was still staring at herself in the mirror in a daze, she had already been put on a fiery wedding dress, she was extremely beautiful, but there was a little stagnation and haggardness between her brows.
After a long silence, Ping'er twisted her clothes vigorously with both hands, bit her lips, mustered up all her courage and asked: "Miss...you, do you like someone else?"
Yan Zhimeng's eyes moved, she shook her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
"But Miss... Do you know that since you came back last time, you have often called someone's name in your sleep, I..." Ping'er finally said it, her heart beating rapidly. She was worried that if Yan Zhimeng married Yan Ximing, if she was found out, the consequences would be dire.
Yan Zhimeng: "..."
"The person Miss likes is actually the dead... Ye Wuchen, right?" Ping Er asked cautiously.
"Since you know, why bother to ask." Yan Zhimeng said Youyou. She was not surprised or worried, she believed that even if Ping Er knew about it, she would not tell it. The person who accompanies her every day is Ping'er, if she can't see it, it's not normal.
"Ah? But, but..." Upon receiving her affirmative answer, Ping'er's last illusion was disillusioned, and she was anxious and afraid at the same time.
"What time is it?" Yan Zhimeng asked.
"It's almost noon, they've been waiting outside for a long time, Miss..."
"Let's go." Yan Zhimeng stood up and walked to the door, Ping Er hurriedly followed her to support her.
From today onwards, what she has to do is to keep Yan Ximing from finding out as much as possible, she can't and can't confess to him, otherwise the consequences will be beyond her ability to bear, let alone evade and escape. However, for the accident that night, she didn't have any regrets in her heart, even though it was very likely that this accident would ruin her life. Not only did she have no regrets for being able to have that one-night pleasure with him before he died, but she was satisfied and grateful. That night should be the most precious memory in her life, or it might be her last happiness.
After noon, the big wedding finally officially started, and the sound of gongs and drums was indispensable, but the yelling of the crowd completely suppressed these sounds. At this time, the core members of the Northern Emperor Sect gathered together, each of them was of top strength, and the superposition of the thick voice made people's blood boil. When Yan Ximing with a smile on his face walked in side by side with Yan Zhimeng who was supported by Ping Er, the shouts were even more like waves. As Yan Duanhun said, on their wedding day, they don't need any scruples at all, just enjoy themselves.
"Ming'er and Meng'er are a pair made on earth, a pair made in heaven, no one can match Ming'er's ability, and Meng'er's appearance is also incomparable to any other woman. I really envy others, hahahaha."
"You old man is so envious. When it comes to envy... Sigh, my three incompetent sons combined can't compare to Ming'er."
Yan Duanhun and Mrs. Yan were sitting in the main hall, Mrs. Yan was full of smiles, Yan Duanhun also had a rare smile on his face, and kept nodding his head, apparently in a good mood. Yan Ximing and Yan Zhimeng didn't stop until they walked in front of them, Yan Duanhun raised his hand, the commotion of the crowd stopped abruptly, and there was no more sound. He nodded and said: "Ming'er, you are twenty-three this year, Meng'er is already double ten today, and it's finally your wedding day, and it's a big event in my heart. I won't say much about it. After you get married, remember to be harmonious and respect each other, everything is small, the prosperity and interests of the family are the biggest, the perfect combination, the Yan family will prosper forever."
"Remember, my son, you will never let your father and all the family members down." Yan Ximing replied respectfully.
"Okay, okay, today is your big wedding day, don't pay attention to your father's untimely words, you and Meng'er have known each other for so many years, I have nothing to worry about, just remember to spread more branches and leaves." Madam Yan said with a smile. She really has nothing else to worry about. Once the daughter of Charming Voice loses her body to a certain man, she will definitely fall in love with him for the rest of her life. How could she not know that.
Yan Duanhun loved his wife very much, and he didn't take it seriously when he heard the words, he said with a smile: "The good time has come, I don't have anything to say, let's start now. Before that, first worship my Northern Emperor Sect." Ancestors!"
When getting married, the first obeisance is to worship the heaven and the earth, but in the Northern Emperor Sect, they do not worship the heaven and the earth, but the Northern Emperor. Because the heaven and earth were originally born of their ancestors, the Northern Emperor and the Southern Emperor, so what qualifications does the heaven and earth have for them to worship. Yan Ximing knelt down immediately, and Ping Er shook Yan Zhimeng, who was stiff, and helped her kneel down slowly...
But at this moment, Yan Zhimeng subconsciously grabbed Ping'er's arm with one hand, covered her mouth with the other hand, retched in pain, and her body shook continuously, on the verge of falling. Ping'er was startled, and hurriedly supported her: "Miss? What's wrong with you, Miss..."