Lin Zhiyun wore a waist-cinching red dress and a red scarf covering her head, making her face invisible.
Even though she covered her face, her graceful body curves and delicate jade hands exposed from the red cuffs still made Zhong Wen's heart beat so much that he couldn't help himself.
"Palace, Sister Palace Master, what are you...?"
The lights in the room became dimmed at some point. Zhong Wen's mouth was dry and his whole body felt hot. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked in a queasy manner.
"Didn't you say that you wanted to marry me as your wife?" Lin Zhiyun's soft voice revealed a hint of hazy beauty through the red scarf, "How about we get married here?"
"today?"
Zhong Wen's face was full of disbelief.
Perhaps the happiness came so suddenly, which made him feel as if he was in a dream, and he couldn't believe his ears for a moment.
"Don't you want to?"
Lin Zhiyun's expression was covered by a red scarf, but it was not difficult for Zhong Wen to hear a hint of complaint in her voice.
"How can I refuse such a good thing?" Zhong Wen shook his head like a rattle, "It's just that after all, my sister comes from a famous family, and Lin Shangshu and the others are not here. If we just get married hastily here, it will be unethical and will it be inappropriate?"
Would it be too unfair to you?"
"In that case, let's forget it!" Lin Zhiyun seemed to be persuaded by him and actually changed her mind.
"Ah?" Zhong Wendeng's expression was stiff and he stood there blankly, feeling empty in his heart, as if he had lost something extremely important.
I'm just being polite!
I really didn’t think about it!
Why did you give up?
The palace mistress’s sister offered to marry me, but I still put on airs?
Just promise well and it won’t be long, okay?
Why do you have to be so mean-mouthed?
Damn, was my brain struck by lightning?
Yes, it seems like my brain has just been struck by lightning!
Oh my God! Oh my earth! I really want to die!
Zhong Wen was about to cry but had no tears. He just pulled his hair stupidly, wishing he could just dig out his brain and see what was wrong inside.
"Pfft!"
Just when he was frowning and full of resentment, Lin Zhiyun's sweet laughter suddenly came to his ears. It was like the tinkling spring water and the gurgling stream, sweeping away the depression in his heart.
Zhong Wen raised his head and saw that Lin Zhiyun had already arrived in front of him, stretched out her white and tender fingers like green onion, and tapped his forehead gently. There was a bit of pride in his voice, a little playful: "Are you still pretending?"
"No, I don't dare anymore." Zhong Wen put on a dejected look, like a defeated rooster, but he was so excited inside that he could hardly help but cry out.
"Put this on and come here to help." Lin Zhiyun got a robe from somewhere. It was obviously covered by a red scarf and could not see, but she still accurately threw it on Zhong Wen's shoulders.
Zhong Wen took it and took a closer look. He saw that the robe was red all over and was made with fine workmanship. There was a golden dragon embroidered on the chest. It was circling and curved with its eyes wide open. It looked really festive. At a glance, he knew that it was a costume exclusively for the groom.
He didn't dare to hesitate, he quickly put the robe on his body, his head emerged from the collar, and his eyes rolled around to look around.
I saw Lin Zhiyun still wearing a red scarf. She took out a pair of tall dragon and phoenix candles from somewhere and placed them on the table. Then she took out a pair of couplets with gold characters on a red background and posted them by the door.
"What's written on it?" Zhong Wen couldn't help asking as he didn't know a word of Chinese characters.
Lin Zhiyun chuckled lightly and then read out the content of the couplets. It turned out that the first couplet read "Red lotuses blooming in the morning sun" and the second couplet read "Colorful phoenixes flying in the morning sun", with the horizontal line "Heaven and Earth are harmonious".
The entire couplet has beautiful handwriting and neat dialogues. Although it is not a shocking sentence, it is still catchy when read.
Zhong Wen often watched Lin Zhiyun write in her room, and he already knew her handwriting very well. Just by taking a glance, he knew that this very appropriate couplet was written by the palace lord's sister.
"Sister Palace Master is so talented in literature!" Without saying a word, he decisively flattered his sweetheart.
"It's just borrowing from other people's works." Lin Zhiyun said indifferently, "Where did the literary talent come from?"
"If you think about it carefully, the content of this couplet is just so-so." Zhong Wen changed his words in a flash, "The reason why I felt so amazing just now is mainly because my sister's calligraphy is so excellent and amazing.
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"Glib tongue!" Ling Zhiyun spat, but her steps became a little lighter.
She non-stop took out several red paper-cuts with the word "Happy" and pasted them on the doors and windows on both sides. Then she magically took out a set of exquisite wine bottles and wine glasses and placed them on the table. She softly hummed an unknown tune.
The mood seemed quite reserved.
Although her face was clearly covered by a red scarf, her movements were precise and elegant, as if she could see everything around her clearly without using her eyes.
"What are you doing standing there?" After a moment, she suddenly said softly, "Why don't you come over and help me?"
"oh oh!"
I wonder if the charm of the palace master’s sister was so amazing that it attracted most of Zhong Wen’s attention, causing his reaction to be slower than usual. After her repeated urging, he remembered to step forward and pour the wine from the pot into the golden wine glass.
among.
A faint aroma of wine hit his nose. Zhong Wen took a deep breath and felt his head was slightly dizzy.
It is not clear whether he was drunk with wine or beauty.
He looked up at Lin Zhiyun, and was surprised to find that the palace owner's sister was holding a piece of wood that came from nowhere and placing it on the incense table in the corner of the room. Then he took two steps back, stretched out his thumb and index finger to gesture.
After checking the position, he stepped forward and moved the wood slightly, as if he wanted to ensure that it was in the center position.
If you can't see it with your eyes, how do you determine the position?
Zhong Wen felt that the Lin Zhiyun in front of him was full of magic, and he was completely different from the palace master sister in his heart before.
"What's this?"
Looking at the piece of wood on the incense table with a flat bottom that looked like two lotus roots, Zhong Wen held it in for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.
"This is the elder." Lin Zhiyun hesitated for a moment and slowly uttered four words.
"Huh?" Zhong Wen looked confused, "Which elder?"
"Teacher, master and daddy." Lin Zhiyun's voice suddenly dropped a bit.
Through the red scarf, Zhong Wen could feel the embarrassment in the beauty's heart.
In fact, the shape of this "elder" made of wood is too vague, with no facial features, and even limbs. It is more appropriate to say that it is a flat-bottomed gourd than a human being. Without Lin Zhiyun's explanation, he would not be possible at all.
Think in the direction of "elder".
"Sister Palace Master, if Lord Lin knew that his substitute looked like this, he would be so angry that he would not be able to sleep at night." He suppressed a smile.
"Then what should we do?" Lin Zhiyun seemed to feel something was wrong, and asked weakly, "It's only a short while, but where can I find their portraits and sculptures?"
"Sister Palace Master, if only one elder can be present." Zhong Wen asked inexplicably, "Do you want it to be Senior Qing Xuzi or Lin Shangshu?"
"If you have to choose between them." Lin Zhiyun hesitated for a long time, and finally replied slowly, "Compared to father, I seem to be closer to master."
"Okay, the next thing." Zhong Wen chuckled, "Leave it to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly came to the side of the incense table, grabbed the round "elder", and then stretched out his right hand, and a long black knife appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Then, holding the knife in his right hand and the "elder" in his left hand, he walked to the corner of the room in three or two steps, sat down on the ground with a plop, raised the sword, and operated "swish, swish, swish, swish" on the wooden man.
"What are you doing?" Lin Zhiyun raised her head slightly and stared at him through the gap under the red headband.
"Of course we invite Mr. Qingxuzi here." Zhong Wen replied without looking back.
"Do you know how to carve?" Lin Zhiyun asked doubtfully.
"I understand a little bit," Zhong Wen said modestly.
Not long ago, in the fragments of time and space, he once broke into the book collections of various sects to obtain scriptures. At that time, he complained that the "Fire King Sect" was not doing its job properly. Most of the book collection caves were filled with various miscellaneous books, covering everything from scissors to scissors.
The knowledge related to hair dyeing, vegetable and fruit planting, medicine forging, and even the spiritual excavator, the miscellaneous knowledge, and the breadth of knowledge can be compared to a certain aerospace technical school.
Among them are many books related to painting and sculpture, and Zhong Wen himself is a master of craftsmanship. Combining the two, it is no problem to create a mere wooden statue.
Moreover, he had seen Qing Xuzi's portrait in Lin Zhiyun's room countless times, and he was already familiar with the elder's appearance and figure.
I saw him turning his wrist rapidly, and the dragon-slaying knife flew deftly in the palm of his hand, spinning and slashing. In just a few dozen breaths, the "fat gourd" in his hand had turned into a white-haired and white-bearded figure, and the fairy wind said
The kind-hearted elder with strong bones has a vivid and lifelike expression, which is almost lifelike.
"Please take a look at it, sister." He stood up and handed the statue to Lin Zhiyun with a smile.
"Teacher, master!"
The moment she took the wooden carving, Lin Zhiyun saw Qing Xuzi's face through the gap under the red scarf, and suddenly her delicate body trembled and she started to sob softly.
The crystal tears fell on the red wedding dress, reflecting the bright light under the light of the crystal lamp on the roof.
"Sister Palace Master..." Zhong Wen knew that she missed people when she saw things, and felt a little depressed in her heart.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
As if realizing that she was out of control, Lin Zhiyun hurriedly wiped her eyes and placed the "Qingxuzi" in her hand on the incense table. "I didn't expect that your skills are so outstanding. You almost brought the master to life."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Zhong Wen touched his nose in embarrassment.
"Are you ready?" After a while, Lin Zhiyun, who gradually calmed down, turned around, gently held Zhong Wen's hands, leaned close to his ear and whispered softly: "If you want to regret it, now