Chapter Nine Zhuge still remembers the old fragrance
Three days, a short period of time that passes by in the blink of an eye, is only a drop in the ocean in the long years, but it is enough to cause sudden changes in the wind and clouds and overturn the world.
The spiritual stone appears in the world, its sharp edge is revealed, the dragon soars shallowly, and soars into the sky.
The mysterious and low-key Mr. Ye Tan has not appeared in the world for more than ten years. Once he entered the world, he set off a series of storms. First, he inflicted heavy losses on many branches in the western part of Poyue Pavilion, and then it was reported that he had an old relationship with Hongxian, the master of Taiwei Hall.
, and now it is announced to the world that the young general and Hongxian, who holds the world's best secret, are getting married in Wanqi Mansion in Jiannan.
Hongxian, who was once inseparable from the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, like his shadow, now wants to marry Wanqi Haoyue.
In the world of love, no matter how you look at it, Wei Moyan is completely defeated.
Lianshan is covered with curtains for thousands of miles, and the world's discussions are noisy and noisy. They are all conveyed to the red and solemn high pavilion without leaving any trace.
He had obviously promised to come back, so why did it end like this? Everyone said that he was half-god and half-demon, omnipotent, but he couldn't even keep a woman. He watched her jump into the vast sea of people without any red thread to hold her back.
Love that lasts for many years is broken overnight. Whose stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat has turned everything into dust, and will bear the burden in the end?
Who does Bai Shou never leave? Who does he depend on in life and death?
In short, it's not him.
After disappearing all night, the next morning, the master of Poyue Pavilion, who was as cold as ice and smelled of alcohol, was sitting in front of the case. His mysterious clothes were like iron, and his collar was covered with silver threads.
"Go to Jiannan." He whispered with thin lips, as low as a dragon's roar.
He has been in love with her all his life, but he can't let go and loves her afterimage.
——————————————————————————————There are many people rushing to Jiannan at the same time. The Chonghua Sect has lost an important hostage and is worried. Xiying
Feng, like other sects, went there in the name of congratulations. The imperial court, which had never interfered in the affairs of the world, also unexpectedly issued a decree for rewards, which was conveyed by Princess Anping on the way. There were also many famous and unknown people, theatergoers, and all kinds of others.
, an endless stream.
One is the only one who can compete with Wei Moyan in terms of talent and appearance, and the other is a beautiful woman who holds secrets to make people's ambitions come true.
He who knows the secret will win the world.
In this world of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, is my surname Wei or Wanqi, or neither?
This must be an unparalleled marriage, related to the turmoil in the martial arts world and the world.
The night light is misty, and the remaining candles reflect the light.
"I will return to the Poison King Valley after tomorrow." In the shadows, the fair-faced young man in black looked like a ghost, and his voice was deep and depressed.
The elegant man at the table, with his moonlike eyebrows and painted eyebrows, had his eyes slightly lowered, and his indifferent voice was full of regret.
"She is no longer from Poyue Pavilion, so why are you so resentful?"
"It has nothing to do with this." The silent figure passed by the table, and the wind blew the candlelight lightly. "I am here to protect you. Since you will have the best killer in the world to accompany you in the future, I don't think you will have anything to do with me."
It’s over. You…”
There were some words that I couldn't say out loud, so I took another look at the man who was as spotless as snow and the wind, turned around and left silently.
Thought, love, memory, negativity, anger, resentment, ignorance, delusion, right or wrong, what is love and hate?
Sighing at the coldness, he flicked out the remaining candle, and Wan Qi Haoyue, who had never been bothered by troubles, suddenly discovered that he was actually in the mundane world that he hated most.
morning.
Outside the closed door, frost has fallen all over the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and the white mist is like an elegy. The old people say that this is not a good sign.
Good or bad, she never had luck in her life.
The auspicious moment was approaching, the wedding clothes neatly arranged on the table were untouched, the beautiful woman in front of the makeup desk sat quietly and indifferently, and the noisy congratulatory sounds outside seemed to have nothing to do with her.
It was once promised that a person would live three lives with no regrets, but he would be the one who would spend time with her and spend the full moon together, but it would not be him.
Things in the world are fickle, and they have been playing tricks on her for twenty years. Love, hate, obsession, and resentment are all not what she wants and expects in her heart. Those she loves hurt her deeply, and those she loves cut off her retreat.
, how can such a floating life be ended? If there is no blood feud, if there is no only blood relative, it would be better to end it once and for all.
I'm afraid she has the same thoughts as a doctor's wife. Xia Qingluan smiled clearly at the mirror, with ridicule and pity for herself.
Come on, come on, come on, what's the use of thinking about irrelevant things now, the person who should be hurt has been hurt, the love that should be broken has been broken, there is probably no one in the vast world except Wanqi Haoyue who is willing to treat her sincerely, she can do it
All she had to do was sell herself in exchange for her brother's life, and live up to her parents' expectations of having her fight against the Xiao Bai siblings.
Putting on the bright red wedding dress, lightly sweeping her eyebrows, looking in the mirror, I suddenly thought of my mother's tearful smile in the firelight.
"Mom, did you know that your daughter would sink into the sea of evil and be unable to turn back..."
The beauty of the city is beautiful, the body of the country is harmed, and the eight wastes are long. No one is willing to make blood for her to stain half of the country like a painting.
She doesn't like hustle and bustle but has to join the sea of people. Her marriage to Xia Qingluan would attract so many people, which Wan Qi Haoyue never expected. Although she was half puzzled and half doubtful, Xia Qingluan
Since he said it himself, Xiao Qian and Xi Shaoyuan had no choice but to help with it.
The custom in Jiannan is to get married late at night. When the dusk is fading, the guests from all over the world can no longer hold back. There are meddlesome neighbors, people in the world with hidden selfish intentions, and romantic wanderers who have nothing to do and are simply attracted by this prosperous marriage. The huge
Wanqi Mansion was filled with water, and all eyes were focused on the open space in front of the hall.
The best in the world always attracts people's attention. The mother is the best courtesan in the world, and the daughter is the best killer in the world. There are far more people watching the excitement than waiting for trouble.
"Come on, come on!" shouted a shout from the crowd, and suddenly the crowds of people began to move towards the corridor of the wing.
The fiery wedding dress was removed with tassels around it, and the important hijab was not seen at all. There was only a piece of plain white gauze covering her face. Her eyebrows were slanted, her eyes were cold, and the festive wedding dress was faintly worn on her body.
Killing on the line.
"As expected of a famous prostitute, she has served two young masters one after another. She is so impressive." Someone said in a strange tone.
The gentle and noble groom glanced coldly, and a fragrance like flowers and medicine floated by. After a while, only a few shrill screams were heard. The man who had just insulted covered his mouth and nose and rolled to the ground, with a large amount of blood gushing out from between his fingers.
.
“It’s okay to say dirty words and don’t let what comes out of your mouth.”
No one could see clearly when and how the immortal-like Junya Young Master made his move. It was only at this moment that the people crowded in the Wanqi Mansion realized how terrifying the seemingly graceful descendant of the Poison King Valley was in front of them.
The fine sand in the five-wheeled hourglass gradually became less and less. Wanqi Haoyue no longer hesitated and pulled the expressionless woman into the main hall, regardless of any customs and etiquette.
As long as the strange poison in Cheng Xiaobai's body is not cleared, Wanqi Haoyue can do it anytime he wants. He doesn't have to wait for three days. Such delaying the time and publicizing it has its own purpose.
If they get married hastily, the worst result would be that Wei Moyan becomes angry and issues a killing order, which won't hurt him at all; but if he is given time to stop it, he is made to understand in front of everyone that Xia Qingluan will not
Choosing to leave him is the most powerful blow.
If he comes, he will only end up in misery. Even if he doesn't take action, many sects will already be watching and waiting for the opportunity; if he doesn't come, Xia Qingluan will definitely be speechless, and from now on, it will only belong to him, Wanqi Haoyue.