Zheng Zuoyang took the incense stick and led Fang to the Yuelao Temple. The two of them stamped their feet and looked at the couplets on the temple door -
May all lovers in the world become dependents;
It was destined in your previous life, don't miss your marriage.
Zheng Zuoyang looked at Fang with deep affection: "We are finally married."
Fang also looked at him and smiled slightly: "We didn't miss it after all."
Both of them smiled, and the corners of their eyes were moist. They held hands and walked into the temple gate and the main hall together. Then they lit incense together and inserted the incense burner together.
"Zuoyang, do you have any regrets?" Facing the statue of Yuelao, the two of them knelt on the futon. Fang's closed eyes suddenly opened and looked at Zheng Zuoyang, calm and peaceful.
"Yes," Zheng Zuoyang also looked at her, reaching out and holding her hand, "I didn't meet you earlier, and I made you go through so much suffering."
"Now that we have met, those past experiences can no longer be regarded as hardships," Fang said softly, the corners of her mouth curved into a happy and proud arc, "It was only through those hardships that I had the capital to meet you and marry you."
"Zhenli, you will always have me with you from now on," Zheng Zuoyang said softly, "We will be together through joys and sorrows."
The two of them smiled at each other and kowtowed three times to the Yue Lao statue together.
"Mrs. Zheng, please get up." Zheng Zuoyang got up first, then stretched out his hand to help Fang get up.
Madam Fang held his hand and showed a rare playful smile: "Thank you, Mr. Zheng."
"I will ask Mrs. Zheng for your advice for the rest of my life." Zheng Zuoyang bowed his head deeply to Fang in a serious manner, "You are so polite, young man."
"Wherever, let's teach each other," Fang covered her mouth and couldn't stop laughing, "Mr. Zheng."
"Huh?" Zheng Zuoyang helped Fang out of Yuelao Temple with his side face, "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, I just want to call you," Ms. Fang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed, "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng."
Zheng Zuoyang also followed suit: "Mrs. Zheng! Mrs. Zheng! Mrs. Zheng!"
…
"Hahaha! You are so childish!"
"The same to you!"
In the end, both of them couldn't help laughing and bent over.
After laughing enough, Mr. Zheng took his wife Zheng down the mountain happily and walked to the foot of the mountain. He did not forget to buy two kilograms of maltose for his children.
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The tenth day of May in the twenty-eighth year of Jiasheng
That night.
Hall of Supreme Harmony.
It has been a full month since Lu Mingwei was bedridden again. In fact, he woke up twenty days ago, but until now, Lu Mingwei is still unable to speak or move. Not only does he eat and drink in bed every day, he also Lu Mingwei could only relieve himself in bed. Lu Mingwei had been stubborn all his life. Now that he was in such a situation, he was naturally very angry, especially because of his disease, which was the most taboo to get angry. In this way, even though he was given medicinal soup three times a day. , but his condition has not diminished at all, it is just that Zhao Ruhai is suffering.
Zhao Ruhai has been serving Lu Mingwei for half his life. He has always known that Lu Mingwei's temperament is suspicious and difficult to serve. He has been walking on thin ice for half his life. But looking back now, he only feels that his life in the past was too comfortable.
"Long live Lord, you have to take the medicine," Zhao Ruhai held the medicine bowl and knelt on the bed to beg. He had heated the bowl of medicine three times, but Lu Mingwei just didn't want to drink the medicine, and he didn't dare to do anything. , he could only heat up the medicine over and over again, and beg again and again, "Long live my Lord, the Qin Imperial Physician has told me that you must drink the medicine once before going to bed. You have to think about the dragon's body, long live my Lord..."
Wish you all a happy Christmas Eve~~