The little fish walked along the moonlight and pushed open the door and walked in in a daze. He fumbled to the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to lie down, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

There is someone in the bed!

Xiaoyuer was so scared that she woke up a little bit. He calmed down and wanted to open his eyes to see clearly, but the room was pitch black. He adapted for a while before he could barely see clearly.

He stared at the bed, and there was indeed someone lying on it.

This is not his room.

Xiao Yuer was a little embarrassed and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly a clear female voice sounded behind her: "Little Yuer?"

Xiao Yuer stopped and looked back. He saw that the person on the bed had woken up and was about to get up. He hurried over to support her, then took the fire note and lit a candle while saying, "I woke you up?"

"No." Zhou Zhiruo leaned against the bed and watched the little fish light up the candles one by one. "I'll sleep for a while during the day, but I won't be able to sleep at night."

Xiao Yuer smiled. At this time, the candlelight in the room was bright. He walked to Zhou Zhiruo's bed and sat down: "You have injuries on your body now, so you should have a good rest."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhiruo smelled a strong smell of alcohol on Xiaoyuer and said, "I heard Yin Li say that you are now a VIP of the Ming Cult, and Zhou Dian and others also hold a banquet for you to welcome you."

Zhang Wuji was lying on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep. He thought about the little things between him and Zhou Zhiruo, and felt sweet and worried.

"Brother Jiang." Zhang Wuji pushed the door from the outside and said, "I saw you drank a lot last night, so I specially brought you sober soup."

"It's late at night, go to bed quickly, and be a beautiful bride tomorrow...I wish you happiness."

Zhou Zhiruo could feel the sadness in Song Qingshu's heart, and her heart couldn't help but feel sad.

"But I don't think you are happy." Song Qingshu held Zhou Zhiruo's hand and said with concern, "You have forced a smile these days and are not concerned about the wedding arrangements. Are you really willing to marry him? You know, if you don't want to, I will help you even if I fight for this life."

Xiao Yuer felt a little embarrassed when she was praised. He smiled twice and inadvertently glanced over Zhou Zhiruo's left hand that was placed outside the quilt.

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't persuade him, so she had to agree.

Zhang Wuji was overwhelmed with the help of Xiaoyuer, and Xiaoyuer was forced to receive her.

When Song Qingshu said the last sentence, his emotions almost lost control. He stopped looking at Zhou Zhiruo and turned around and left.

He had thought of taking Zhiruo away and destroying the marriage, but as long as he looked at the fan, he could not really act.

Zhang Sanfeng wrote a four-character vertical scroll of "Jiaer and Jiawo" in person, a hand-written "Tai Chi Jing", and ordered two disciples of Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting to come to greet him. Yang Buhui also followed him to Haozhou. Zhang Wuji smiled and greeted him, shouting: "Aunt Sixth Master!" Yang Buhui's face was flushed, holding his hand, looking back at the past, he was both happy and sad.

The night gradually became deeper and Song Qingshu was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and finally got up and took out the fan that Zhou Zhiruo gave.

Perhaps because everything is settled, the originally lively Marshal's Mansion has become quiet today.

"Zhiruo, you knew that there would be today, so you gave me such a shackle." He murmured to himself as he touched the fan.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded: "Yes."

Song Qingshu felt a lot in his heart. He loved Zhiruo, but so what? Zhiruo was about to get married, and she was still getting married to Zhang Wuji, who he disliked the most.

That night, in addition to Song Qingshu, there was also Zhang Wuji who couldn't sleep.

"Zhao Min was with me at that time and was also hit by the Ten Xiang Soft Sticky Stick. She should not be the murderer." Xiao Yuer said.

He held the painting, his expression was still a little hesitant, and it took him a long time to make up his mind to take the painting out.

Xiao Yuer only remembers having dinner with everyone at that time, and then lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he was already at sea.

Seeing that Xiao Yuer was not responsible for her, Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "That's also your ability."

When Song Qingshu heard Zhou Zhiruo say this, she was skeptical, but seeing that her eyes were clear and not like lying, she reluctantly accepted this statement.

"You can open it when I leave."

Song Qingshu smiled, but smiled a little reluctantly: "Zhiruo, I originally had a lot to say, but at this time I realized that I couldn't say anything."

But she was not in love with Song Qingshu.

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo did not speak, Song Qingshu became more determined in his opinion and asked: "Zhiruo, what is the secret you have? If you tell me, I will definitely help you."

"Zhiruo, my heart is in myself, and you can't control how it will be decided by me."

Zhou Zhiruo was a little silent when she was told about the central story. Song Qingshu was indeed very capable of observing words and expressions. Even she could not see it, but why couldn't Zhang Wuji see it?

On the tenth day of March, the female heroes of Emei came to Haozhou with gifts. Ding Minjun asked someone to bring congratulations, but the person did not arrive.

The three girls are together and often ignore others, which makes Yin Liting a little sad.

...

"It looks so good!" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh and thanked Song Qingshu, "Thank you, Senior Brother Song!"

The next day, Xiaoyuer woke up from a hangover and was drowsy, as if she had been beaten.

After coming out of Zhou Zhiruo's room, Xiao Yuer felt empty and even a little annoyed. He turned around and looked at Zhou Zhiruo's room with his waist. After hesitating for a few times, he went back to his room.

Zhou Zhiruo stopped and looked at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's voice was also hoarse, with tears in his eyes, but he maintained his demeanor and distance.

Zhang Wuji nodded. With Xiao Yuer's words, Zhao Min's suspicion should be eliminated. But it's not Zhao Min, who can get Shixiang Soft Jin Powder?

The more Zhang Wuji thought about it, the more confused he became. He felt like a layer of fog was covered in front of his eyes, hazy and unable to see anything clearly.

"Senior Brother Song, thank you." Zhou Zhiruo's voice was a little hoarse, "No matter what you are good to Zhiruo, your affection and kindness Zhiruo will remember for the rest of your life, but for Zhiruo, it is not worth it. You will definitely meet a girl who is more suitable for you in the future. You will be happy for the rest of your life. Zhiruo is just a passerby. Senior Brother Song should forget it."

Isn't this here to steal the bride?

But Song Qingshu was gentle. He first paid a visit to Song Yuanqiao and congratulated Zhang Wuji on his wedding. Everyone felt relieved when they saw that he had no other intentions.

"Senior Brother Song..." Zhou Zhiruo wanted to persuade him, but Song Qingshu interrupted her, "I know you want to persuade me, Zhiruo, I don't want to ask for anything, but please let me finish my words."

He looked at Zhou Zhiruo with nostalgia.

Yang Buhui had almost no one to accompany her except Yin Liting on Wudang Mountain. Now he arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, went to see Yang Xiao first, and then found Yin Li to find Zhou Zhiruo together.

"This painting is for you."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu's lonely back and felt a little uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and hugged the scroll and returned to the room.

Although he was close to Zhiruo during this period, the doubts in his heart always lingered in his heart, making him unable to calm down.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Song." Zhou Zhiruo pulled out her hand and laughed softly, "I have no hidden secrets. I voluntarily got married with Brother Wuji. But I am really unhappy these days. The closer the wedding date, the more nervous I am, and I am afraid that Zhao Min will come back to make trouble. Don't worry, I think I won't be like this after tomorrow. Brother Wuji treats me very well."

Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng chose the fifteenth day of March as the auspicious day of the zodiac. The Ming Cult was full of joy and were busy with the leader's marriage.

In the Marshal's Mansion, Zhu Yuanzhang's injuries had already healed. Wei Yixiao and Yin Tianzheng were busy organizing the marriage, while Yang Xiao Lin'er and Zhu Yuanzhang and others discussed political affairs with Zhang Wuji Xiaoyuer.

Zhou Dian pointed at the painting and smiled, "This is the painting of our leader and Miss Zhou!"

"But if he bullies you in the future, you must come and tell me that I will never spare him easily. In my heart, you will always be the most important thing. No matter where I am in the future or what my identity is, as long as you say a word, I will definitely appear."

March 14th, the day before the wedding.

Zhou Zhiruo paused and turned around and saw Song Qingshu coming in the night. He was wearing a blue shirt, his face was as beautiful as a jade, and he was holding a scroll in his hand.

I came back so late, where did she go?

"Zhiruo." Before I could think too much, Song Qingshu's leader Zhou Zhiruo.

At this time, the Ming Cult was so powerful that Han Lin'er and Xu Shouhui had defeated Yuan soldiers in a row, and their morale was greatly boosted. Now the good news of the leader's wedding has been spread, and people from various martial arts sects have started to discuss it.

After Xiaoyuer thanked Zhang Wuji, she killed the sobering soup in one breath. The two of them exchanged a few more greetings before Zhang Wuji brought the topic to Lingshe Island.

Such a gentleman.

She could have imagined what Song Qingshu wanted to say, and was moved by his persistence, but there was nothing else except being moved.

Xiao Yuer said, "Hey! I just helped them fight a few battles. In fact, I just came up with ideas. I didn't have to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. But I didn't know that there were many masters in the Ming Cult, but there were not many people leading the war, so I got a bargain."

Song Qingshu's words were sincere and sincere, and Zhou Zhiruo was very touched. The love she sought was put first in everything, devoted to it, and lasted forever.

"Although I don't like Zhang Wuji, as the leader of the Ming Cult, he respects martial arts and is very at ease with him by your side to protect you."

But Song Qingshu didn't say anything, but instead asked her a question: "Zhiruo, are you happy?"

After a while, he put down his fan and took out another painting from his bag.

Zhang Wuji didn't have much idea when facing the war. He waited more for Yang Xiao and other generals to discuss the results and make a decision.

The painting has clear eyebrows and eyes and smiles on the corners of his lips, like a carefree girl. Every stroke on the paper is redundant, as if he has painted this painting thousands of times.

In the candlelight, she opened the scroll and saw the painting paper spread out, and a lifelike self appeared in front of her.

The wedding has spread all over the world, and gifts from martial arts people have arrived like a tide.

Among those who arrived in Haozhou on the same day as the two Wudang heroes, Yu Lianzhou and Song Qingshu were also present.

Everyone in the Ming Cult knows that Song Qingshu loves Zhou Zhiruo. At this time, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions when he saw Song Qingshu coming.

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, then said: "Yes."

He slowly got up, feeling dry and uncomfortable for a while, so he walked to the table and picked up the kettle and poured it into his throat. It would be better to finish the water in the kettle.

Zhou Zhiruo felt sour and wanted to cry, for Song Qingshu and herself.

Although Xiao Yuer was with them, she did not take the initiative to express her opinions. He often drank slowly with a cup of tea. When someone asked him, he would say a few words, but his words always gave people deep thoughts and opened up new ideas.

"Senior Brother Song?" Zhou Zhiruo walked forward two steps to the yard, "Why are you here so late?"

"Zhiruo." Song Qingshu's eyes dodged and his expression seemed not very comfortable. Zhou Zhiruo found that his face was also a little red due to the moonlight.

At this time, all the wedding matters were prepared, and guests from all over the country were carefully placed in the inn in Haozhou City, leaving only Wudang and Emei.
To be continued...