When Song Zhushu and Cheng Ye walked in together wearing the groom's wedding clothes, they saw two brides sitting on the bed.
The brides were dressed exactly the same, not only that, they both wore red hijabs on their heads.
The two grooms were immediately dumbfounded.
"Which one is Xinyun?" Master Song blinked, "I couldn't tell the difference for a moment."
"Me too...which one is Ganoderma lucidum?" Cheng Ye also stared at him, "Why are they all dressed up the same? Isn't this a problem for us?"
One of the bridesmaids smiled very kindly, "Two grooms, please guess which one is your bride. If you guess correctly, you can welcome the bride and carry the bride on the sedan chair. If you guess incorrectly, you can welcome the bride and carry her on the sedan chair.
, then I’m sorry!”
"That's right! You two groomsmen, didn't you say that you love your bride the most? Can't you even guess who they are?" Another bride covered her lips with a handkerchief and also smiled.
Very happy.
"Can we ask the bride a question?" Cheng Ye said after thinking for a while.
"No. It can only be like this." Xi Niang shook her head.
"Then... can the two brides stretch out their hands? Let me take a look." Cheng Ye said again, "Isn't it okay to do this?"
"Of course not." Xi Niang glanced at him and said, "You are quite cunning as a groom. But no."
Everyone onlookers gathered to watch them welcome the bride, but unexpectedly they encountered a problem.
Ruan Su also brought her children to watch, and Bo Xingzhi stood behind her.
Jian Wu and others, as well as some disciples and elders, came over.
At this moment, seeing the two groomsmen looking embarrassed, they couldn't help laughing.
"Oh, it's so late that you can't recognize your wife?"
"Who came up with this bad idea! You actually asked them to guess their wife."
"That's right. They wear exactly the same clothes and have red headscarves."
"This is really hard to guess!"
Everyone was talking a lot and began to feel anxious for the two groomsmen.
"The one on the left is Senior Sister Xinyun, right?"
"I think the one on the left is Senior Sister Lingzhi!"
"I think the one on the right is Senior Sister Lingzhi!"
"It's so hard to guess! There are no clues."
"Yes, even if you stand up and walk around!"
At this moment, someone shouted loudly, "The bride is here!"
"What do you mean?" Cheng Ye turned around in confusion when he heard this sentence, and his eyes widened in shock.
I saw about ten women dressed as brides wearing embroidered heather clothes lining up and walking over.
Then he stood in the middle of the hall!
Ten!
Not one or two...
All the brides are the same height and have similar body shapes, and they all wear the same embroidered clothes!
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Moreover, they all wore hijab.
"You couldn't guess the two brides just now, so why not...guess the twelve."
As Xiniang said this, she helped the two brides sitting on the bed to the team that was embroidering the heirloom clothes.
Suddenly... twelve identical brides appeared in front of Cheng Ye and Song Zhushu.
Looking at these twelve brides, Master Song almost cried.
Is this a marriage?
Is this a wedding reception?
This, he, mother is even more difficult than the so-called exam in which thousands of troops walk on a single-plank bridge!
"Now the two grooms can use any method except not to take off their hijabs, but you only have one chance. If you get the wrong bride, there is no way to return it." Xi Niang said with a smile, "You can use
You can identify your bride in any way."
"Really?" Cheng Ye looked at the twelve brides in embarrassment.
The brides held hands and walked in circles for a while, then lined up in a column, and then lined up in a horizontal line.
Seeing this made Master Song dizzy and dazzled, "What should we do?"
He took the initiative to walk up to the first bride, then looked her up and down, "Extend your hand and let me have a look."
The bride smiled coquettishly and stretched out her hands.
After observing it, Master Song shook his head, "No."
He kept walking like this, and every time he came in front of a bride, he would look at her hands.
But until he watched it until the end, he didn't know whether he was looking at the hands too much or what happened... Suddenly, Ye Xinyun's hands became blurry in his mind.
He was extremely upset.
I wish I could give myself two slaps.
Seeing him like this, Cheng Ye immediately walked up to him and asked him, "How are you? Did you find it?"
Master Song shook his head with a grimace, "I can't find it. I can't find it now. It's too confusing."
Cheng Ye thought for a while and stood in front of the first bride. He asked a question, "What are you doing on December 22nd?"
"Nothing to do, I'm at home."
"I'm at Jianmen."
"I'm going to the movies."
"I...why should I tell you?"
Every bride asks this question.
But every bride answered the question with the wrong answer.
He walked up to the ninth bride and asked the question again.
A familiar voice rang in his ears, "That day... was the day when we committed our love. I promised to be with you."
Surprise flashed in his eyes, and
Holding the other person's hand, the familiar touch came again.
"Lingzhi, great, it's you!"
Ye Lingzhi couldn't help laughing, "You are quite smart."
Cheng Ye took Ye Lingzhi's hand and walked out of the queue and walked to Xiniang, "I found it, it's her!" ??
Xi Niang raised her eyebrows, and then walked quietly in front of the bride. She did not lift the red hijab, but bent down and looked at the bride under the hijab.
After confirming that it was Ye Lingzhi, she nodded, "Congratulations, groom."
Master Song glanced at Cheng Ye with envy, "You are still smart!"
He held the beauty back so quickly.
He thought for a while, and it seemed that he and Ye Xinyun didn't have any special code to communicate with each other.
The day of the engagement? Many people knew about that day...
The day of the proposal? Many people know about it...
depressed.
My heart is broken.
To be continued...