Wang Yuan got off his horse, walked to Xue Qianlong's sedan, then opened the door curtain and reached out to take Xue Qianlong out.
Xue Qianlong carefully put her hand on the back of Wang Yuan's hand, and the two walked in the door together.
Xueshou sat in a high position, watching his daughter get married with excitement.
I never thought that my daughter, who I had raised since childhood, would now get married.
Wang Yuan brought Xue Qianlong to the front of Xueshou Zun. The two of them bowed to heaven and earth, then to the high hall, and then to the bridal chamber!
Wang Yuan picked up Xue Qianlong and the crowd around him was booing!
"Look at our groom, this is too impatient. The saint is not ready yet. I guess the saint's face inside the curtain is already extremely red!"
"The groom is so strong that he can lift the saint on his shoulders, but the saint only looks like she only weighs a few dozen pounds."
Listening to the discussion next to him, Wang Yuan sent Xue Qianlong to the room. Xue Qianlong was very nervous and didn't know what to do next.
"Qianlong, stay here obediently. I may need to go out and have a few drinks with them. Don't worry, I will never drink too much. I will be back in a while. If you are hungry, take off the head curtain. Table
There’s something to eat.”
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After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he gently kissed Xue Qianlong's forehead, then opened the door and left.
Xue Qianlong's worried heart could finally be relieved. If she entered the bridal chamber now, Xue Qianlong might let Wang Yuan see her embarrassing side.
After all, she knew how hot and red her cheeks were now.
After Wang Yuan drank a few glasses of wine with the guests outside, he returned to the wedding room.
Wang Yuan originally thought that Xue Qianlong would have taken off the hijab by now, but he did not expect that Xue Qianlong was still wearing the hijab.
With a low chuckle, Wang Yuan took the prop and carefully lifted the hijab on Xue Qianlong's head.
The two looked at each other, showing tenderness. Xue Qianlong was the first to look away.
"What should we do now?"
After hearing Xue Qianlong's soft voice, Wang Yuan's eyes dimmed again.
He slowly approached Xue Qianlong and sat next to Xue Qianlong.
"Madam, we are husband and wife now, what do you think we should do? Shouldn't a husband help his wife heal her injuries first?"
Wang Yuan just finished speaking.
Xue Qianlong turned her head in shame and was about to speak, but Wang Yuan blocked her lips.
After a sleepless night, Xue Qianlong felt like her whole body was falling apart when she woke up the next day.
Look at Wang Yuan again, he looks refreshed and there is no trace of fatigue at all!
Taoist Priest Qingyi came very early. He wanted to test whether Xue Qianlong's cold syndrome was cured.
After Xue Qianlong was dressed neatly, she and Wang Yuan came to the main hall, where Taoist Priest Qingyi and Master Xue were waiting here.
Xueshou Zun held his forehead with some excitement. His body trembled twice, and then he raised his eyes again, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Wang Yuan, thank you very much. Without you, my daughter's illness would not have been cured so quickly!"
Hearing what Xue Shouzun said, Xue Qianlong's eyes turned red again.
Wang Yuan clasped his fists with both hands and saluted the Snow Shou Master.