windy cold

Chapter 96

"One comb to the head, you don't have to worry about being rich, two combs to the end, you will have more children and live longer, three combs will lift your case and make your eyebrows even, and you will be together forever."

It was just getting dark, and Ling Qiuyu was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, her gorgeous makeup had already been put on, and Fu Niang behind her was using a wooden comb to comb her smooth hair, saying blessings in her mouth, full of smiles, as if she was about to The person who gets married is just like himself.

Fu Niang is a blessed woman who has both children and a loving husband and wife. She was invited many times in Jiangquan City to dress up the bride and make a new bed before the unconditional wedding holidays. This time, she was also invited by Lu Jianglin.

Ling Qiuyu came this time with only some Ling family children and a few female relatives who were accompanying her. She lost her mother since she was young, and her family lineage was single. After her father "injured and recuperated", she had no one in her family, so she could only invite outsiders to complete these ceremonies. .

"Thank you Fu Niang." She smiled lightly.

Fu Niang said lovingly: "After the wedding, you are no longer a girl. You have a husband and a family. Women pay attention to three obediences and four virtues, and they must consider the appearance of their husband's family in everything... If you do these things, you will be a competent wife. You will surely live a happy life.”

Ling Qiuyu didn't answer the words, quietly looking at the person in the mirror that she almost didn't know, her long hair as thick as ink had already been coiled into a flying phoenix bun, with gorgeous phoenix tassels inserted on both sides. The bright red gemstones are inlaid on the phoenix eyes and long tail, and they sway lifelike when they are gently shaken; the rouge on the cheeks is lightly swept away, and the golden pearls and flowers are attached to the eyes that flow like water. .

But she thinks this person is very strange, is it me?Why am I sitting here?Why do you dress up like this?

Fu Niang behind her was still chirping about female virtues, but she couldn't hear anything, her expression was in a trance, one hand was placed on her swollen abdomen covered by a large wedding robe, the pink flower painting on her fingers had already peeled off, and there was still some leftovers. There is incomplete beauty.

Suddenly everything in front of me was covered by a red curtain, and I heard Fu Niang's voice again: "The auspicious time is coming, Xiao Zhi, go and see where the team is... If the sedan chair to pick up the bride arrives in a while, don't worry about it." Take it easy, that's the one you're going to spend the rest of your life with, and he'll protect you."

Some images suddenly appeared in her blank thoughts.

"Qiu Yu, you don't have to be so hostile to me. Taking care of people is hard work, and I can help you."

"Slow down! It's hot! Why are you so careless..."

"...I have been helping my father with affairs at home for many years. Uncle Ling is in retreat. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"You're a girl, it's really not easy to shoulder these things all of a sudden. I have a marriage contract with you, and we will be husband and wife in the future. I should help you. You don't have to be cautious."

"Have a headache? Let me rub it for you..."

"Lean on me when you're tired. If you're too tired, your body will deteriorate. It's so cold in the evening drum and morning bell, so be careful to catch a cold."

"In Jiangquan, men will only hand-paint Kou Dan for their beloved women, with ten fingers connected to each other, just to enter the other's heart..."

"...It won't fall off if you apply beeswax, fool, what are you worried about? If it falls off, I'll paint it on for you."

"You are so beautiful... Qiu Yu, I'm sorry, I can't control myself... I will definitely be responsible for you..."

"Qiu Yu, you can only be my wife..."

……

She laughed silently, closed her eyes, feeling the moisture slide down her eyelashes and wet her skirt.

Seeing that something was wrong, Fu Niang lifted her hijab and said in surprise, "Oh! What's going on? Why are you crying? On a happy day, it's not auspicious to cry!"

The flowery makeup was repaired in a hurry, and Fu Niang was sweating so anxiously that the sound of gongs and drums outside was getting closer, and the maid who had been waiting outside ran in to inform that the wedding party had arrived, and it was time to leave the pavilion.

I saw the bride stepping out of the house, with one hand resting on the back of Fu Niang's support, her feet touching the red lotus, her brocade clothes and plain hands, the carefully embroidered phoenix hijab half-hiding her peerless beauty, wearing red wide sleeves In the wedding gown, there are several phoenix-shaped Bixialuo drawn out by golden thread, with a mandarin duck ring pendant around the waist, and the tail skirt is three feet long, with pomegranate beads inlaid on the edge.

Stepping over the low gate in front of the pavilion, with the sound of gongs and drums right in front of her, Ling Qiuyu felt a little nervous for a moment, and finally slowly raised her eyes, which had been lowered for a long time, and looked through the golden phoenix embroidered with winding wings on her head. To the groom waiting to marry himself.

He was wearing a bright red wedding gown, with a dark golden auspicious cloud belt around his waist, a piece of black jade hanging on the left side, his black hair was tied up with a gilt jade crown, and his tall and slender body stood there gracefully, his handsome face was rippling. A faint smile.

My heart seemed to miss a beat, and all the pictures seemed to be still at this moment, there were no flower petals all over the sky, no noisy gongs and drums, at this moment, I met his eyes through the hazy head cover, as if there had been no quarrel, no past. Trouble, all the years are quiet.

Fu Niang calmly pushed her waist, and sent her forward. Lu Jianglin raised his hand to catch her, and covered her waist politely, and turned her sideways to welcome her to the wedding sedan chair. Jin Zhu's curtain, said softly: "Madam, please."

It seems to be back before the quarrel started, and they didn't know the existence of Ling Yun. At that time, they seemed to really love each other, fell in love, and fell in love so passionately that they were desperate. It's all soft words and shallow words.

Ling Qiuyu didn't make a sound, she felt that she should want to laugh at this moment, but she felt a little sad and at a loss.

Then she was pushed into the sedan chair, and the beaded curtains crackled down, isolating the outsiders and the outside scene, but the joyful firecrackers, the lively sounds and the unstable wheels all reminded her that the time was coming.

The wedding was held at the Lujiazhai Martial Arts Training Ground, which was also the location of the last Lujiaxuanmen Sword Competition. The gate of the house is paved all the way to the arena, and carmine red veils are hung along the road. On both sides of the red carpet, there are female disciples of the Lu family in blue school uniforms, jacquard baskets, and rain of flowers. The fragrance of flowers infiltrates the air, exuding a charming fragrance .

According to the etiquette of the Xuan clan, before the groom welcomes the bride back, all the guests who have handed over the invitations are not allowed to sit down, and stand in a row by the door to welcome the newcomers, the more they go in, the more dignified they are.

Qu Yanping stood at the position closest to the ring, that is, at the end of the line to welcome the newcomers. Beside him were several elders of the Lu family. Everyone was staring at the direction where the newcomers were about to enter. She was no exception, just because of the problem of standing in line. , no one saw the depth of coldness in her intentional smile.

She hated such a festive scene, hated participating in such a festive event.

When she realized this, she was attending the wedding of the Demon King and the Queen.

It is also such a red carpet that cannot be seen. The woman named Wenjin is not used to wearing the phoenix coronet of the Demon Cult. She has covered her chest with one hand since she appeared in front of people. Her shy round eyes are like silver in the sky. Even so, there is still a piece of snow-like skin on the collarbone.

She was amazing for a moment, but the short-lived moment made people feel that it was just an illusion, because she was jealous and angry from the beginning to the end, why did this weak and timid Xuan woman get the favor of the devil? Favor?Why dare to marry into our demon sect?

Why did I wear the wedding dress of my dreams on her body?

The Demon Lord was standing at the end of the road. He was dressed in red and gold embroidered, dignified and elegant. It was rare for him to put away his casual posture and stand up straight. Little did he know that this completely exposed the fact that he was nervous.

Why would such a king who dominates the world and looks down on all heroes be so nervous and lost his posture like a green young man?

It's not like him, it's all because of that woman.

The woman clutched the dress that reached down to her chest, grabbed the skirt with slits that reached her thighs, and dawdled to avoid the wide skirt under her feet. She walked for a long time like a turtle, and everyone in the church was whistling and shouting. Here they are always like this, even the queen dares to make fun of it.

She watched coldly, waiting to see the woman make a fool of herself.

Sure enough, not long after, the woman jumped forward because she stepped on the hem of the skirt, and the corner of her mouth was raised halfway, when she saw a crimson shadow flying in front of her eyes, the groom on the main stage had already come to the bride and embraced her, The wide sleeves covered the exposed spring on her chest.

The whistling went up to another level.

The woman was so ashamed that she couldn't lift her head, the Demon Lord smiled, hugged the woman tightly into his arms, glanced around, half laughed and half blamed, and told the group of people to restrain themselves temporarily.

Afterwards, the demon king picked up the woman horizontally, picked up the troublesome clothes, blocked all the spring, and did not know what he said in the man's ear, causing the woman to slap him on the chest twice, and then the demon king Laughing loudly, he lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek.

She felt her heart tugged hard, and she felt angry from her heart, she really wanted to rush up and tear that woman down and separate them.

But she can't, people from all over the Demon Cult are gathered here, she can't let the Demon Lord lose face.

The Demon Cult's wedding is very casual, there are no rules and etiquette. It is considered a ceremony when two newcomers stand on the main stage and say something. Although the Demon Lord is almost the only one who speaks, the woman always keeps her head down.

Everyone booed, and when the Demon Lord said the phrase "Actually, she is already pregnant with my baby, your future Demon Lord", the excitement reached its peak.

But she felt as though her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear anything. The whole body was burned with anger, and the devil in the fire kept yelling: "No! She can't stay! Kill her! I want to kill her!"

In fact, she also went to pull the soul lock on her waist, but was immediately held down by a pair of hands, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her deadly enemy, Jian Sheng.

Zi Jiansheng's ten-year-old boy's face was sullen and melancholy, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you doing? You want to rebel at this time?"

However, she couldn't think about anything, this old guy who was an eyesore had never confronted her, let alone expected him to stand by her side, and wanted to open his hand, but he didn't let go despite the pain.

Then a tall figure stood between them and separated the two of them. Zi Jiansheng had no choice but to let go. Looking at the tall figure who came from the Xiao family, he sneered: "Do you want to do it?"

At that moment, she really wanted to do something. Teng Qi is here, at least he can help me entangle this old guy for a while, and then I will go and kill that Xuan woman. From now on, I will be the only one by Mojun's side...

Still thinking about it, the booing just now suddenly turned into a high-pitched laugh. She saw the demon lord holding the woman's face in his arms and kissing her. The eyes of the two met with tenderness and tenderness. The unseen look, as if there is no joy around, and they are deeply in love with each other.

She was stunned, her anger was covered by sadness, and her red eyes, which were as red as the devil's, were covered with a layer of mist. I have been by your side for almost 20 years. It turns out that you have never seen me in your eyes, let alone seen me. into the heart.

Later, she let go of the soul lock in her hand, and the soul lock coiled back around her waist like a snake, giving her the illusion that she was being embraced.

The wedding was still going on, and she felt that she couldn't stay here for a moment, so she turned and left, because she hated it, hated such a scene, hated such a happy atmosphere, hated such a red sky.

Take her breath away.

In the end, she successfully forced the woman away and broke them up. Unexpectedly, after many years, she stood in such a scene again, and the feeling of suffocation was still there, even though the groom had passed away. For many years, the bride has been missing to this day.

Ah Qi, why should I let you go to Bashu? It is really painful for me to stay here alone.

Lu Jianglin happily walked over with the eldest lady of the Ling family holding a red lead, everything was so familiar, she seemed to return to that noon more than 20 years ago, but she found that she could hardly remember clearly What that person looks like.

With red hair and bloody eyes, flying black robe, that back is like a dream thousands of years ago, except for the tingling pain in her heart every time she thinks about it, she can't remember the strong love that brought her. In the end is happiness or torture.

Demon Lord, if you don’t come back to life again, what should I do if I forget you?

No, I won't.

The people here are all your enemies, I will spend the rest of my life to avenge you, restore your soul and body, you must wait for Aping, don't drink that Mengpo soup, don't reincarnate and forget me.

Even with my life in exchange.

She was immersed in her own world, thinking, promising, and expecting, until a sudden change happened in the ring, the bride raised her red hijab, and revealed all her plots in front of all the Xuan people, followed by the festive wedding Then it turned into the Shura battlefield after the chickens and dogs jumped.

The author has something to say: This paragraph is so heart-wrenching, woo woo woo