In the early morning, the sky is silent, the night is about to disappear, and the dawn of the morning slowly awakens the sleeping creatures.

The green trees of Jiuhua Mountain are azure, intertwined with each other, and the sunlight shines through the scattered leaves, and the beams of light shine a little bit, as if the stars in the sky fall into the mortal world.

From Tianji Peak to Guangyun Peak, each tree has been draped with a crimson veil, ten steps in a series, a few zhang long veil is quietly falling without wind, winding along the road, just like a flowing ribbon on the fairy's arm, lined with the golden glow of the sun, like a fairyland.

Guangyun Peak, the big red silk spreads from the door of the Qianyue Pavilion to the outside of the courtyard, the corner of the eaves corridor, the plum branch laurel tree hangs the red silk cut flowers, and the eyes are red and gorgeous.

In front of the dresser with the lingering red gauze tent, a sunflower-shaped copper mirror reflects the reflection of people, the phoenix crown is beautiful, the red lips are bright, the waist is like a tight silk belt, and the ten fingers are like the tips of fresh onions.

Meng Hanlian smiled, she is going to marry her senior brother today, and they will be husband and wife after today.

It's noon

The sunlight shone on the white marble steps, warm and dazzling, and the red carpet spread out, like a blooming scorching hibiscus.

Meng Hanlian was wearing a five-color moire wedding dress, her black hair was all rolled up, she was wearing a golden silk phoenix crown, and a golden silk ruby swayed slowly with her lotus steps, swaying and shining.

She walked up the steps step by step, her long skirt unfolded behind her, the flowers on her forehead were shining, and the dankou and red lips on her jade fingers were gorgeous.

Meng Hanlian was happy, and after a few more steps, she would be able to stand side by side with him.

Dongfang Priest was wearing a red robe, with dark cloud sleeves, supported by Lijingchen and standing on the high platform, his good-looking eyes and face made people breathe tightly, what a face! There was something that flickered in those eyes, and people couldn't grasp it, but they wanted to peep.

Suddenly, a voice shouted.

"Worship heaven and earth."

Dongfang Sai was forced to turn around, and Meng Hanlian also turned around with the support of a female disciple, facing each other, bowing her head at the same time, and performing the first round of salutes.

"Two Worship Halls"

Lei Yun is in the center, Dan Qingzi is on the left, and Bihuan is on the right, and the three of them sit on the seat in turn and are bowed by the two newcomers, and the faces of the three of them show satisfied joy.

Dongfang Sacrifice didn't want to bend his knees at this time, and left Jingchen and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the master and uncle are watching, what are you doing?" Today is your newlywed marriage with Senior Sister Hanlian, if you do this, Senior Sister Hanlian's face will be unbearable."

What did Ren Li Jingchen say, Dongfang Sacrifice was indifferent, and Meng Hanlian's face suddenly collapsed.

Senior brother, haven't you given up by this time?

The three people on the main seat also noticed something strange and stood up from their seats one after another.

Meng Hanlian's eyes flashed quickly, the hand under his sleeve moved back and forth, and he said something silently, Dongfang Sacrifice felt as if his hands and feet didn't listen to it, and with a 'plop', his knees knelt down, and Meng Hanlian smiled with satisfaction.

Menghanlian and the Oriental Sacrifice knelt on the ground and bowed three times.

"Husband and wife."

If you get married, you're going to get married.

Meng Hanlian muttered in her heart, coming here, Meng Hanlian didn't have the bottom in her heart, who would want to get married now, Meng Hanlian smiled slightly, not daring to show her thoughts, the two didn't kneel this time, half bowed, and the two of them touched each other, which was considered a salute.

Just as the last salute was about to be performed, the three people on the main seat walked quickly to the high platform, looked down the steps, and Bihuan saw the person with a solemn face.

Yanluo was the color of wind and dust, obviously she had traveled for a long time, and her expression was very tired, but those eyes were still as cool as a sweet spring in the desert, clear and bright like a pool of blue water, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, sweeping out shallow worries on her delicate face, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pity.

She stopped three feet away from the Dongfang Festival and smiled, "It seems that I didn't come at the right time."

Yan Luo's heart was so distressed that it was as if a piece of his heart had been dug out, and blood kept dripping down.

Dongfang Sai's brain had lost the ability to direct his own actions, and he stood there like a log, looking at the person who was advancing with two eyes in a daze, and when he heard this voice vaguely, his pupils dilated for a moment.

It was, Yanluo's voice, and she was back.

He couldn't suppress his heartbeat with joy, and he was secretly struggling to resist the annoying force, and he didn't believe that he couldn't break through this clamp.

"Sister..."

Mo Ziyan whispered softly, with a happy look in his eyes, and patted his hand lightly on his chest to show comfort.

Yan Luo saw that Dongfang Sai turned his head sideways and didn't look at her, and his heart was full of bitterness.

He, just don't want to see her so much? So disgusted with her? Don't even give a straight eye?

He exhaled heavily, Yan Luo smiled bitterly, he hurt him too deeply after all, he hated her, and she had no regrets.

She spit out the word "congratulations" with difficulty, and her eyes suddenly became very dry, and something gathered under her eyes.