After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 173

[Chapter 173 Grand Ceremony (3)]

“The auspicious time has come! Open the door!”

The door of the Zheng family courtyard opened with a creak from the inside.

The monks on both sides of the long street nodded in unison and shouted: “Congratulations to Xianjun for a good relationship! Great joy!”

The word “big joy” was heard from far away, Cui Wang pulled the reins and lifted his robe and fell from the unicorn.

The countless white-clothed disciples behind them also landed at the same time.

“Congratulations to Xianjun!”

The young man shouted in a majestic and shocking voice, and it spread to the boudoir, which caused Wang Shi to smile:

“It seems that this future son-in-law has invited a lot of people.”

The words seemed to be extremely satisfied with this future son-in-law.

Marriage in the mortal world, whether from aristocratic families or commoners, pays attention to the “big scene”. The bigger the scene, the more attention is paid to the woman.

Zheng Wan’s soul sense had seen the situation outside. Cui Wang probably brought all the good-looking young swordsmen of their sect over. At a glance, the line was endless from the street to the end of the street.

Can not help but smile:

“It’s too difficult for him.”

“Yeah, with such a cold temperament, but he is busy with all the trivial matters at the wedding, and he is not willing to let you move a finger. I think you Aye couldn’t do this 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 A-Niang doesn’t know you?”

Wang Shi patted her on the shoulder, “You just got started, you cut two cuts, and suddenly you said you were going to break through, and it would take more than half a month to go to retreat. This wedding dress – it was made by your son-in-law, look. , This embroidery pattern, the phoenix is flying, lifelike, mother, I never thought that the hand holding the sword could actually embroider, and the embroidery was so good.”

When Zheng Wan heard it for the first time, she quickly shook her head:

“That’s impossible. Cui Wang draws an embroidery pattern at most, and he embroiders the clothes for the embroidery lady’s shop.”

“Why is it impossible?”

Wang’s eyes were soft, “He also asked me a few times for acupuncture, and there were many pinholes in his fingers… A-niang asked him why he had to work so hard, and he said that the wedding is only once in a lifetime, the wedding dress, There is only one in life. Since you can’t do it, let him come.”

“My future son-in-law is stupid,” Wang sighed with emotion, “A-niang guessed that he probably wanted to say, I hope you won’t have any regrets when you think of this wedding in the future.”

Wedding dresses have always been embroidered by the newlyweds themselves, which represent strong expectations for the future. Even poor daughters know that they should embroider a red dress to marry them; Yes, there is a layer in the end.

Zheng Wan looked at the red wedding dress in the mirror, with the begonia buttons on the front, the Phoenix Yufei picture embroidered on the shoulders, and the small tassel embellishing the entire wedding dress in a smart and beautiful way.

This is a wedding dress that is not inferior even if it is placed in a clothing store.

Her eyes were slightly wet, and she scolded with a smile:

“fool.”

Outside the hospital, Li Siyi took a step back 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? It’s really unbelievable, but—”

“But what?”

Cui Wangchao, Zheng Zhai, who stood first in the courtyard, bowed his hands, stood respectfully, and called out “Yuezhang”.

“But you are still in a virtual state from Wei Xianjun. You are reinforced and iron bones. Ten fingers were poked with needles, and they healed with a pinch. Why do you still keep the needle holes to see your future mother-in-law?”

Cui Wang didn’t look back:

“forget.”

“Oh—” Li Siyi stretched his voice, “Forgot?”

“Of course I forgot.”

Cui Wang glanced at him lightly, “It seems that my senior brother has a lot of experience in practicing swords recently, and I plan to learn a thing or two with my junior brother.”

Li Siyi was taken aback by the threat in his words. Although he made rapid progress in discussing with his junior and junior brothers, that day was really not something that ordinary people could bear.

Hastily waved his hands:

“Okay, okay, I shut up, I shut up, let’s not talk about this topic.”

Cui Wang was satisfied.

Zheng Zhai over there also looked at the group of people who came in with satisfaction. To be precise, it was the man in the red groom’s robe.

This is a young man with a very good-looking appearance. He has wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Not to mention his face. Although he is a little worse than when he was young, he is still enough to look down on the heroes.

The most important thing is that people just hurt their darlings to the core.

He has never seen any Langjun who is willing to write the poems that fill the courtyard for the bride, nor has he ever seen a Langjun who is willing to make clothes for the bride, let alone any Langjun. Because the Dongzhu on the phoenix crown is not full enough, he will go to the sea to find the pearl.

In the past few months, Cui Wang’s performance has completely subverted Zheng Zhai’s previous speculation.

He is like a melting iceberg, looking at the ice, but touching it has a different taste – this person is awkwardly courting him and Lang Lang, and all this change is only because of his Zheng Zhai’s daughter.

Rare in the world, it is not that the low position crawls to the high position, but the high position bows to the low position because of the love of the house and Wu.

However, although I am satisfied, the next procedure has to be passed.

Zheng Zhai clapped his hands:

“Killing power stick!”

A group of monks, both men and women, sprang up behind them, holding sticks and blocking the road leading to the atrium.

Qingshuang raised her voice:

“Xianjun, I’m sorry!”

Everyone in the Xuancang Realm benefited from Immortal Liwei’s move to publish the immortal scroll, but their Yuqingmen were the maiden family of Zhenhuan Zhenjun, so they naturally wanted to help kill the majesty of the groom—

This is the original words of Zhen Huan Zhenjun Aye.

The most important thing is that the number one person in Xuancang Realm, who is usually high above the ground, is now standing in front of them. It is only once that they will have a chance to carry a stick and not be hated.

“Copy guy, come on!”

The Yuqingmen brothers and sisters rushed forward and beat with sticks.

The white-clothed disciple of Guixu Sect had been instructed earlier, and knew that this “killing stick” could only escape, could not fight back, and could only flee in embarrassment.

Qingshuang was excited to fight with a stick, and before meeting, he moved his red robe, and subconsciously swung it up with a stick—

“not good!”

Qingshuang subconsciously wanted to accept it, but who would have known that the stick actually hit the ground and slammed heavily on the back of Li Wei Xianjun.

Qingshuang’s face turned pale with fright, he, he actually hit Immortal Li Wei! There is no meaning to hide away from Wei Xianjun…

Others were also frightened by this scene, especially Yuqingmen, their hands holding the “killing stick” stopped in the air.

At this time, a red figure suddenly fell from the courtyard to the center of the crowd.

Zheng Wan was dressed in a phoenix crown and a rosy robe, and her red was splendid and enthusiastic. She covered her face with a fan, only revealing a pair of graceful eyes:

“Cui Wang, do you want it?”

Cui Wang suddenly rolled his eyes.

Like the melting of ice and snow, the light of spring burst out, and the stabbing made everyone on the scene look away, and they couldn’t help but sneak a glance at it again and again.

“It doesn’t matter.”

he said.

This scene is called Zheng Zhai’s taste.

Immediately seeing that this wonderful son-in-law was not pleasing to the eye, he began to chase people:

“Wanwan, what are you making fun of? The process hasn’t passed yet. After killing the power stick, there are still poems for makeup, and poems for makeup are finished, and there are poems for but fans, you let me in!”

Zheng Wan shook her head, she just refused:

“Aye, the killing power stick has also been beaten, the daughter is here, and the makeup is finished, why don’t you just write a poem about it.”

Zheng Zhai: “…”

The ancients were right, women’s colleges don’t stay, they stay and stay and become enemies.

“Okay, since the girls have said that, it’s not convenient for Aye to be that wicked person.” Zheng Zhai stroked his beard and smiled kindly, “In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote poetry in seven steps. Physically mortal.”

“If not – limited to seven steps, one step becomes a poem, how about it?”

Li Siyi: …

He glanced at the younger brother, and it was said that the poems of Hong Xuan that hung all over the Guixu Gate were written by the younger brother himself, but those who did not know how much time the disciples spent, maybe they started accumulating as early as a few years ago. ?

And this step into a poem, the difficulty is too great——

The younger brother is smart, but he is not serious about studying literature.

“Old man, old man—” In the sight of Cui Wang, Li Siyi stubbornly said, “We are all rough men who practice swords, only practice swords, don’t recite poetry, why don’t you let me be a little boy? Junior brother come to dance a sword for you?”

“The sword is the way, not to entertain people.”

Before Zheng Zhai could speak, Cui Wang firmly denied it.

Zheng Zhai is not annoyed, on the contrary, he prefers such a principled and persistent young man.

He waved his hand:

“Then change-”

“There’s no need to change,” Cui Wang said in a light voice, “that’s it.”

He looked at Zheng Wan, and she stood in front of him, half covering her face with a fan, revealing a section of her skin that was as crystal clear as snow, and her red ears swayed and swayed by her ears.

Cui Wang stepped out.

“In the past, I was going to visit Yujing, the first immortal Xu Zangtou.

Today, I am fortunate to be the Qin Jinhui, and teach Luanfeng to go down the makeup building early. ”

Step two:

“I don’t know what evening it is, I urged the balcony to approach the quiet platform.

Whoever said that the hibiscus was planted in water, a branch opened in the bronze mirror. ”

The breeze was sassy, the man was wearing a warm crimson robe, but he was still as bright as the bright moon, he took every step into a poem, and gradually approached the woman with red makeup.

“It is rumored that the candles are down to pink, and there is no spring in front of the Mirror Stage.

You don’t have to put on and unload all face-”

Step seven, stop.

Cui Wang looked down at Zheng Wan, and said word by word, “—Keep your eyebrows waiting for the painting.”

Zheng Wan’s fan fell.

A face that is more delicate than a hibiscus, more beautiful than a peony, exhausts all the poetry and all the brush and ink in the world, and it is difficult to describe.

The eyes of the two met, and they seemed to recall the scene when he painted her eyebrows for the first time when he was in the mortal world.

The world went round and round for a long time, and finally, it seemed to return to the origin, but it was not the origin.

Zheng Wan frowned:

“Are you Cui Wang?”

Cui Wang remembered the first meeting when he grew up. The snow was flying, she knelt on the bluestone ground, and he asked her, “Are you Zheng Wan?”

“Yes, I’m Cui Wang, what a coincidence, Zheng Wan.”

I, Mrs. Cui Wanglang, would like to make a white-headed pact with Mrs. Zheng’s wife. From then on, there will be no doubts about love.

I, Mrs. Zheng’s Wanniang, would like to make a white-headed covenant with Mrs. Cui Wanglang. From then on, there will be no doubts about love.