Dressed in a gray robe, his eyebrows are like snow, and his expression is calm and implied.

The shadows obscured the expression on his face and the complex emotions in his eyes.

By the light of a bright candle, he nodded slowly to the girl.

The girl's eyes looked at him through the tassels, but she still didn't move.

Rong Nianzhen, who was beside her, looked at her line of sight and explained with a smile, "That's Jing Tingjun's friend." ”

He was taller than her, his head down, his lips right next to her ear.

Everyone saw that they were a couple of newcomers, whispering in a low voice, behaving harmoniously, and they were a good match.

"Grandfather must have liked her very much." The girl in the red cloak looked straight at her and couldn't help but whisper a word.

Rong Yan didn't reprimand her. In fact, that's what he thought.

It turned out that grandfathers also had such times.

When he stares at a person, his eyes are full of starlight, and his expression is gentle like a thin bend of water.

After listening to Rong Nianzhen's explanation, under the tassel, the girl's eyebrows were vaguely raised, "Jing Tingjun still has friends." She said lightly.

Rong Nianzhen smiled. How can he not love her? The two of them always think so consistently.

"He said yes, and that's it."

The girl nodded, no longer entangled, and stepped into the witch temple.

Candlelight is like a sea.

The statue of the witch goddess Niangniang is in the sea of candles, high above, gazing compassionately at the people below.

A couple of newcomers, under the attention of everyone and under the guidance of the great elder, bowed in front of the statue of the witch god Niangniang.

Outside the temple, the young man looked sideways at the old man, "Why don't you go in and have a look?" Don't you miss her very much? ”

The old man stood in the shadows and looked up at a full moon in mid-air.

His feet were as steady as a rock, his expression was as solid as a rock, and his voice was as cold as a rock.

“…… That's not her. That's obsession. ”

Inside the temple, the newlyweds bow down.

Worship heaven and earth, thank heaven and earth for the grace they carry.

The second worship the witch god, thank her for her divine radiance, and cleanse the darkness.

Three worship husband and wife, and since then, they have been together through thick and thin, and they will never give up.

After the Great Elder announced the worship of the husband and wife, under the statue of the witch god Niangniang, in the sea of candles in the hall, the two newcomers in wedding clothes did not move.

Standing within a distance where you can feel the breath of the other party, it is like being separated by a big river that can never be crossed.

"Did you say something that you forgot to say to me?" The girl's gaze, through the tassel, fell on Rong Nianzhen's face.

The young man smiled at her, "I don't have anything to say, I forgot to say it to you." ”

"That's good." The girl said, her eyes cold.

The Great Elder urged, "Husband and wife! ”

The man held her hand, "Don't worry...... You can rest assured......" He muttered twice, as if to reassure her, but more like to reassure himself.

"Young master, young master!"

Before the ceremony of worship between husband and wife was completed, a panicked shout suddenly came from outside the temple door.

A figure, accompanied by a voice, stumbled in, "Young master! Big things are not good! ”

It was the attendant who had been following Rong Nianzhen. Rushing into the temple seemed to have consumed all his energy, and he fell to the ground, bruised and bruised, his clothes soaked with blood, and his expression dazed.

"—Bold! Interfere with the shrine maiden's wedding! The Great Elder was furious, "Blasting him out of here!" ”

A red figure rushed towards the squire faster than the Great Elder's order.

The attendant grabbed Rong Nianzhen's sleeve and muttered something in his ear.

With that sentence, his mission was accomplished. Hang your head, and there is no life.