She looked at her at a loss, a suspicious blush on her face. Later, he learned of a traditional Persian custom that unmarried women must wear a veil on their faces, which can only be taken off on the day of the big wedding. After marriage, there is no need to wear a veil. And if an unmarried woman is seen under the veil, she will marry this man, no matter if he is poor or rich.
Although the woman didn't say anything, Leng Yeran was very uneasy, blaming him for being young and frivolous, and he didn't mean to marry, and he thought that his wife must be someone he loved, so he hesitated for many days, and he left at night Persia, has not heard any news about that woman since then. She smiled bitterly. Now that I think about it, I really didn't take responsibility at the beginning, and I don't know how she is doing now. Is she married? Are you blaming him? Although there is no promise, but according to custom, she may have regarded him as her husband.
In the palace of Jinnan, in Luoyan Pavilion, Leng Yetong was playing with the red gilded invitation card that had just been sent over in his hand, and an unidentified smile was drawn on his lips. The content on it was almost the same as the one shown to Baili Liumo. But the only difference was the time. It was a whole month later than the time on the invitation that Baili Liumo showed her. What does this mean? With a shallow smile, Ouyang Xiangtian, Ouyang Xiangtian, you have tried your best to deal with me.
"Master, the old man is here." Xiyue walked in, her expression a little dodging, she looked at her uneasily, and said in return with a slightly trembling voice.
"Master is here?" Leng Yetong put down the invitation card in his hand, frowned slightly, slightly puzzled, and after thinking about it, he still had no clue as to the reason for Ling Zhongzheng's arrival.
"Yes, Master, the old man doesn't seem very happy." Xiyue glanced at her cautiously, as if she was hesitating whether to tell this matter so that she could be prepared.
"It's really big, the wings are hard, and even the marriage event can ignore the old man like me." Before Xiyue could speak, Ling Zhongzheng's strong voice sounded. Leng Yetong felt a shock in his body, frowned slightly, and secretly used his inner strength to adjust his breath, and then relieved his discomfort.
"My disciple pays a visit to the master." Leng Yetong took a deep breath, got up, and hurriedly knelt down and saluted. For Ling Zhongzheng, she is not only grateful, but also has a little bit of fear. These fears are accumulated over time. Although he usually gets along very well, once he gets angry, it is not something that ordinary people can bear. of.
"You still know that I'm your master!?" Ling Zhongzheng's tone made Leng Yetong shudder, a strong palm wind hit her, clearly smelling the danger, but she didn't dare to dodge and took Ling Yetong abruptly. Zhongzheng this palm. The body slid back a lot, and barely stopped when it hit the pillar behind him, and spit out a large mouthful of blood with a 'wow' sound.
"Master!" Xiyue was shocked when she saw this. She never thought that the old man would put such a heavy hand on the master and wanted to go up and help her up.
"Xiyue, you go down first, no matter what happens inside, don't let anyone in, remember, it's anyone." Leng Yetong looked back and stopped her, adding the word 'anyone', this is no one , of course, including Baili Liumo.