After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 174

[Chapter 174 The Finale]

But after fanning the poem, Zheng Wan and Cui Wang were led into the main room together.

The main room of the Zheng Family Courtyard is not large, with two doors open to the front, with two chairs of the Eight Immortals side by side, and behind the chairs are four floor-to-ceiling screens.

Zheng Zhai and Mrs Wang sat side by side in the first place, watching the new couple enter the door with great comfort.

“Aye, Auntie.”

Zheng Wan suddenly knelt down, kowtowed seriously, and stood up straight, “My daughter is going to get married today.”

Cui Wang also knelt down with her:

“Father-in-law, mother-in-law.”

He took a cup of tea handed over by the servant next to him, nodded slightly, and raised his eyebrows in the tea cup: “Please have some tea.”

Li Siyi watched from the door and couldn’t help but patted his thigh: What’s this called? A cultivator who is still in the virtual realm, seeing that he is about to ascend to immortality, he actually kowtows to a pair of mortals? Aiwujiwu, it’s not like this, like this…

This was extremely unbelievable for him who grew up in the Xuan Cang Realm.

Zheng Wan’s kneeling, Zheng Zhai and Wang Shi can still endure it, but Cui Wang’s kneeling is unable to sit still any longer, and hastily got up, trying to help each other:

“Son-in-law doesn’t have to be like this—”

“Wanwan’s parents are just like my Cui Wang’s parents. My father-in-law and mother-in-law gave birth to Wanwan and entrusted her to me. Naturally, they can afford to kneel. Please—” Cui Wang nodded, “Father-in-law and mother-in-law have tea.”

“Honey, warm, good, good, have tea, have tea.”

Zheng Zhai took the tea cup and drank it.

Wang Shi’s eyelids were flushed, and he wiped his eyes:

“My son-in-law, your father-in-law and I don’t know much about the affairs between your immortals, but living a life between husband and wife does not leave those trivial things, and it is a common occurrence that the upper lip rubs the lower lip. Don’t worry about everything, relax. Heart.”

Zheng Zhai also said:

“The marriage between the two of you has been tortuous, and you have made a decision and then retired. If you continue at this time, you must remember the word ‘cherish’…”

There was obvious sadness on his face, “I can’t accompany you for too long with your auntie. In the future, you still have to live on your own.”

“Aye!”

Zheng Wan didn’t hold back for a while, and tears fell.

“Wanwan, the bride can’t cry like this,” Wang Shi got up and picked them up. “Okay, old man, what are you talking about on the big day?”

“Yes, yes, Aye is wrong, Aye is wrong, don’t cry.”

Zheng Zhai teased her like Zheng Wan did when he was a child, and made her laugh at once.

“Okay, you have been delayed here long enough, aren’t the masters waiting? Go quickly.”

When you go to the countryside, you always have to follow the customs.

Yifan greeted his relatives at Zheng’s house in an ancient manner, and he had to go to the master’s gate of Zheng Wan.

Zheng Wan sat in the red sedan chair, and Cui Wang led the honor guard.

Countless immortals who came to admire their name assembled into a team, followed behind the honor guard, like a grand wedding party, and gradually dispersed until they left the city.

The Yuqing Gate has long been decorated with lanterns, everyone is beaming, and the main mansion of Zixiao Peak is even more open.

Daojun Zixiu changed the decadence of the previous days, even cleaned up the stubble, and sat upright in the mansion waiting for others.

He was dressed in a solemn and majestic purple satin robe, his white hair was tied with a purple jade crown, and he was so solemn that he seemed to have changed.

The other Sifeng Peaks, led by their own disciples, had been waiting at the Zixiao Peak Peak Master Mansion early on.

“Senior Brother Zixiu, where are your disciples?”

“They all went to Fengwu City to get married.”

“Like me, Yuqingmen, getting married is extremely difficult. I really didn’t expect that in the end, it was your little disciple… who got married first.”

The peak master of Cuiwei Peak sighed, “It’s just that True Monarch Jinhuan’s mortal heart is too heavy, and marriage has to come from his parents. The spring and autumn of mortals are only a few decades. If you go, your little apprentice can…” How is it? good.

“The little disciple of this gentleman, soft and tough, looks confused, and has a circle in his heart, don’t worry.”

Seeing that the rest of the people are still waiting to be said, Zixiu said, “Okay, this master is not worried, what are you worrying about?”

Other Four Peaks Peak Masters: “…”

Just as he was talking, the sect guard sent a letter, and Zi Xiu was refreshed:

“coming!”

After the words were over, Zheng Wan and Cui Wang came together.

Zixiu leaned on her chin and looked at the pair of red-hot people. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her eyes were distant, as if looking through them to an unknown distance.

“Master.”

Zheng Wan bowed her knees and bowed.

Cui Wang also bowed his hands:

“Master.”

“Okay, okay, sit down.”

Zixiu rubbed her palms and laughed. Halfway through her laughter, she burst into tears. He wiped it and looked at the pair of people sitting side by side under the steps, saying:

“Master has not lived very well in this life, and there is nothing special to explain. There is only one sentence, please remember, ‘The mountains and rivers are far away, it is better to take the people in front of you.'”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

Zheng Wan and Cui Wang should all agree.

“Go.”

He waved.

Zheng Wan and Cui Wang bowed their heads to say goodbye, and when they were about to leave the Peak Lord’s mansion, something flew like lightning from behind.

Cui Wang raised his hand to take a photo, and realized it was a storage bag.

Daojun Zixiu’s voice came from afar:

“There is nothing to give, this thing is a gift for double cultivation.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Cui Wang sent a voice transmission.

“What did my master give?”

Zheng Wan said strangely, Master’s indomitable temperament…

Could it be peach blossom dew again?

Cui Wang quietly put away the storage bag:

“See you later.”

Zheng Wan saw that his expression was wrong:

“No, you’re blushing…”

Cui Wang picked up her hand:

“The guard of honor is still waiting at the foot of the mountain, and they have to go to the gate of my return, so don’t delay.”

Zheng Wan looked at him suspiciously, Cui Wang’s beautiful white jade-like ears were as red as red chalcedony: No…

“Isn’t it… a fire escape map?”

she asked.

Cui Wang’s face turned red.

“no.”

At this time, a cute boy born with Yuxue chased after him:

“Daojun said that Xianjun is too weak, so he specially prepared this thing…”

Cui Wang’s face darkened.

The boy opened his big eyes ignorantly, and insisted on saying the last half of the sentence: “This thing adds to the fun, it is the most comfortable, and there is no future trouble.”

Zheng Wan: “…”

Cui Wang: “…”

Master… he is truly a god.

“Let’s go.” Cui Wang took her hand in a vicious voice, “It’s getting late.”

Under the green and green trees, the man dressed in red, his face astringent, is really touching, Zheng Wan’s heart is soft, as if immersed in a hot spring:

“good.”

The two walked away together, the group made a corner, and went to the Guixu Gate, which was separated by a river.

On the main hall of Guixumen.

In the twilight, the Qianye Begonia lanterns lit up one after another, illuminating the night of returning to the ruins gate as bright as day.

Liu Yi has been standing for a long time.

When the begonia lantern passed her eyes, she suddenly remembered that the state teacher’s mansion in the mortal world once planted a whole garden of begonia flowers.

The Begonia flower was taken care of by the National Teacher himself. He refuses to take the hands of others, from transplanting, to cutting leaves, pruning to watering, and doing everything himself.

The Begonia flowers in that courtyard were in full bloom and were very beautiful.

But these Begonia flowers were destroyed by rage when Lord Guo Shi took her to the upper realm.

At that time, for the first time, she knew what it meant when the immortal was angry and thunderous. It is also the first time I have seen how that indifferent person like ice can be emotional for another person.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Just as he was thinking, there was someone standing next to him at some point. He was beautiful and elegant, wearing a blue Taoist robe, and he was very well-bred.

“It’s beautiful.”

Liu Yi muttered.

“I heard that Immortal Li Wei loves that Qianye Begonia the most.”

The female cultivator in Tsing Yi looked at the high platform, there was no one on the platform, and the crowd was crowded, “Even Qianye Haitang, who brought you Xuan Cangjie, has also doubled in value, but… it’s just a flower.”

Liu Yi heard the strangeness in her words:

“Isn’t the true monarch from this realm?”

“No.” Mu Jiang shook his head and smiled, “I should have gone back earlier, but I have been staying in this world. Now, I am here to join in the fun.”

Liu Yi suddenly sensed something in her wistful eyes, opened her mouth, and suddenly couldn’t say anything.

It turns out that there are so many frustrated people like her.

She looked around subconsciously, hidden in the lights of Chiba Begonia, hiding so many secret frustrations.

Liu Yi finally realized that she… was not special at all, she was no better than these sad and frustrated people.

“Yeah,” she forced a smile, “I should go.”

Just as he was about to turn around, a disciple in white suddenly fell on the high platform:

“The time has come, and the double cultivation ceremony officially begins!”

“Please come to the stage with Lord Li Wei Xian and Zhen Huan!”

The fire unicorn clears the way, and after the red phoenix, the peacock draws a five-colored glow in the air, and in the roar of ten thousand swords, countless white unicorns line up and come from the sky.

Liu Yi’s pupils suddenly widened, and she looked at Cui Wang and Zheng Wan, who were wearing red robes and looked like gods, and couldn’t speak for a long time.

At this moment, she was finally willing to admit to herself: these two people are indeed very compatible.

Mu Jiang closed his eyes:

“Let’s go.”

Mingyu stood stunned on the spot, and everything came to her mind, she was really… arrogant.

Clouds cover your eyes, a leaf covers your eyes.

“Master, you are right.”

She said softly, “I should go.”

Zheng Wan didn’t know that there were countless sad and frustrated people under the stage, and even if she knew, she probably wouldn’t care much.

The master of ceremonies sang aloud:

“Worship heaven and earth.”

“Second worship Daozu.”

“Happy husband and wife.”

Zheng Wan bowed her head to Cui Wang’s deep star eyes.

“Salute is complete—” the white-robed master of ceremonies said, “—to form a contract!”

There was a humming downstairs.

“Contract? What contract?”

“What kind of contract is there in the double cultivation ceremony? One heart contract!”

“Consensus?”

Someone was stunned.

These days, there are very few people who hold double cultivation ceremonies, and there are not ten of them from ancient times to the present.

Love Gu can still be solved, but the agreement of sympathy is a kind of death contract that is more domineering than love Gu. Once it is formed, there is no way to solve it.

The two sides of the Taoist couple who have formed a concordance must not be tempted by anyone other than the Taoist partner. Even if there is any shake, they will immediately die on the spot. The ending is extremely cruel.

And when one party dies, the other party immediately follows.

Immortal cultivators have long lifespans, and some even count for 10,000 years. Who can guarantee that in the future, they will not be tempted by others?

“What a pair of lunatics.”

Daojun Tianhe wiped his face off the stage.

“It is only one step away from Wei Xianjun and ascending to the Immortal. If you become a Taoist, you may live the same life as the sky. If…if one is not good…you are a master, why don’t you persuade him?”

“Persuade? Why didn’t you persuade? Can’t persuade.”

Tianhe Daojun remembered the little apprentice who belonged to the donkey, and couldn’t help sighing, “The most affectionate and the most sexual… Naturally, he will not leave a way for himself.”

During the speech, the consensus on the stage has been established.

During the emcee’s high drink, the pair of Erbi people suddenly disappeared.

The low-level cultivator didn’t see it clearly, but Daojun Tianhe saw it for real: his little apprentice didn’t want to entertain guests, so he tore up the space and ran away.

After grinding his teeth, he smiled brilliantly at the people who came and went to congratulate him:

“Come, come, I’ll wait for a cup, I won’t go home if I don’t get drunk.”

When Daojun Tianhe was entertaining the guests, Cui Wang had already brought Zheng Wan back to the peak.

The peak is secluded and empty.

Cui Wang’s room had long been set up as a bright red wedding room. A pair of dragon and phoenix high candles were placed on the table, and the candles were blown out by the wind.

Zheng Wanan sat quietly at the table, her eyes swept over the dragon and phoenix candles and the cup, and finally fell on the man in front of the door.

His red clothes are like fire, but he is still like a deserted moon.

When the moon fell on her, fires ignited.

“Wanwan, today is the happiest day of my life.”

Zheng Wan walked to him step by step, the phoenix crown on top of her head was heavy for a long time, she raised her head:

“You have only passed a little in your life, how do you know that this is the happiest time?”

Cui Wang pursed his lips and said stubbornly:

“Anyway…it’s the happiest.”

Zheng Wan smiled and stood on tiptoe, kissed him on the cheek, and exhaled like a blue:

“I think you will be the happiest and happiest for a while.”

Cui Wang’s cheeks were red, but she still remembered to take the phoenix crown for her, and threw it aside, Zheng Wan hurriedly instructed:

“Watch out for that pearl.”

“If you drop it, you can take it again.”

“I haven’t had a drink yet.” Zheng Wan pushed him, “to drink together.”

Cui Wang stood up straight and reluctantly said:

“Did you not drink it when you were in the land of a moment?”

“Can that be the same?”

Zheng Wan spat at him, seeing that he was so irritable as a child, she couldn’t help giggling, “Hurry up.”

Before long, the Hexi wine glass rolled onto the carpet with a dull sound.

Zheng Wan exclaimed, her hands were tied.

Cui Wang slapped her head with his hand, the hairpin fell, and the blue silk leaked like water. Before Zheng Wan could react, her wrist was tied to the head of the bed:

“Cui Wang, let go.”

Cui Wang was silent.

However, after a short while, the red shirts have fallen off the bed one by one.

Mercury-silver moonlight penetrated the window paper and fell in front of the bed, and saw the shadows of two people on the ground, like lingering, cross-necked mandarin ducks, ups and downs, on and off. A pair of bare feet like water chestnuts, painted with blossoming begonias, like a boat that is tossing in the wind and waves, and can only keep swaying.

“Wanwan, I love you.”

When the love was strong, Cui Wang suddenly straightened up, his face was white and jade-like, dripping with sweat, those black eyes stared at her intently in the dark night, “I love you.”

Zheng Wan touched his cheek:

“I love you too.”

“Like a pact, love forever, never give up.”

Li Weifeng, sleepless in January.

When he woke up again, Zheng Wan thumped the pillow and said only one sentence:

“Master, it’s really disrespectful to the old!”