The capital of Xiliang Kingdom.

Meng Yuanheng, Shen Qianmo and the Momen people led by Mo Qingshan had arrived in Xiliang Kingdom a few days ago, and after meeting with the King of Xiliang, they were arranged to live in the post house.

Two days later, it was the wedding ceremony of Murong Jing and Ye Qinglan.

To the east of the capital of Xiliang Kingdom, there is a rather elegant mansion.

This is a courtyard arranged by Murong Jing for Ye Qinglan in Xiliang Country.

Compared with the overwhelming festive atmosphere of the Yanping Palace, it is obviously much more restrained and low-key, only the red lanterns hanging outside the gate and the red silk ribbons on the pillars indicate that today is the happy day of the woman who has lived in this mansion for more than three months.

The Momen and others came here early, and the originally cold courtyard instantly became lively.

In the room, Ye Qinglan wore a red wedding dress and sat in front of the bronze mirror. Shen Qianmo was standing behind her, combing her hair.

The green silk is like a waterfall, and it grows to the waist. Shen Qianmo had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and carefully combed it for her.

Xuan Yu watched with great interest from the side, cooperating with Shen Qianmo's movements, and reading in his mouth: "One comb to the end, two combs to the eyebrows, three combs to the children and grandchildren, and three combs to the ......children and grandchildren."

After reading these three sentences, she pondered for a while, but she didn't know what was next.

The dumplings were tired of Ye Qinglan's side, curiously touching the sequins on the wedding dress, and having fun. Seeing that Xuan Yu didn't continue to read, he raised his head and asked, "Sister Xuan Yu, what you said just now is really good, but are there only these three sentences?" ”

Xuan Yu scratched his head and smiled dryly, "That, uh...... Below, I ...... Can't remember......"

She only heard Xi Niang read it once when her senior sister got married, and she thought it was very interesting at the time, so she kept a few notes in her mind, but it was too long, and it was already very good that she could remember the first three sentences.

"Mother, what's next?" Tuanzi's classmates were obviously interested, and when they saw that it was hopeless to ask Xuanyu, they turned to ask their mothers.

In Tuanzi's small cognition, her own mother knows astronomy and geography, and knows everything, and she will always have such and such novel ideas and ideas. So it's definitely right to ask your mother.

Shen Qianmo glanced at the inquisitive group, and said with a smile: "Your sister Xuanyu just read the first three sentences, in fact, there are ten sentences in total, which means perfect." ”

Tuanzi nodded, "Then what do you say about the following seven sentences, mother?" ”

Shen Qianmo gently combed Ye Qinglan's long hair, and said slowly: "Four combs out of the way to meet nobles, five combs and five sons to Dengke to receive the deed, five silver shoots in all kinds, six combs of relatives and friends to help celebrate, boudoirs to the mirror dyed carmine, seven combs and seven sisters go down to the mortal with Dong Yong, Queqiao viaduct is light and flat, eight combs and eight immortals cross the sea to celebrate their birthdays, Bao Duck travels through the lotus road, nine combs and nine sons are in a row, and ten combs are both white-headed." ”

"Yes, yes, that's it! That's it! Xuan Yu finally connected his memories and nodded happily.

Tuanzi was not idle, shaking his head and reading Shen Qianmo's words. The soft children's voice added a bit of festivity and warmth to the room.

Shen Qianmo carefully combed Ye Qinglan's hair bun and put on makeup. I saw the woman who appeared in the bronze mirror, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her face was beautiful, so that everyone was stunned.

"Sister Qinglan, you are so beautiful!" Xuan Yu opened his mouth wide and sighed heartily on the side.

The dumplings moved closer to Ye Qinglan, lay on her lap, and said sweetly: "Aunt Lan, you are so beautiful!" ”

Ye Qinglan lowered her eyes, followed the voice and stretched out her hand to touch Tuanzi's head, and said with a light smile: "Tuanzi is good, your mother is a hundred times more beautiful than Aunt Lan on the day she got married." And you, Xuan Yu ......" she tilted her head in the direction of Xuan Yu, "In the future, if you get married, you will definitely be much more beautiful than I am now." ”

Shen Qianmo held Ye Qinglan's hand and said with a smile: "Xuanyu and Tuanzi are right, Qinglan, you are very beautiful." ”

Even if she is blind and her eyes are blank, she is still beautiful. So, she doesn't need to be presumptuous at all.

"Qinglan, I think the most important thing for a woman is to find a good home. I think Murong Shizi is really good to you, look at this mansion, this wedding dress, this jewelry, everything has taken a lot of effort. I was relieved to see that he was nice to you. ”

Xuan Yu also echoed on the side: "Sister Qinglan, what Princess Xuan said is right, according to my view of the grass and trees in this mansion, Murong Jing should have bothered. Whether it is the bonsai in this courtyard or the furnishings in this room, they are all things that are good for Sister Qinglan's recovery. ”

"I know, he's been nice to me." Ye Qinglan nodded, but her face was as calm as ever.

Yes, Murong Jing was indeed very good to her. It was so good that she felt like she couldn't repay it.

That's why she nodded and agreed when he proposed to marry her and take care of her for the rest of her life.

She doesn't like to owe favors to others. Since Murong Jing doesn't dislike her as a waste, then why should she marry him?

Being by his side in her lifetime may be the only way she can repay him.

Outside the door, a maid hurriedly ran in, raised her voice and shouted, "Girl, the prince has come to greet you!" ”

Murong Jing was dressed in a bright red brocade robe, waiting at the gate of the courtyard, with handsome eyebrows and radiant face. He has a pleasant appearance, a humble temper and a polite temper, and immediately fought with Mo Ye, Mo Yang, Baili Xiao and other Momen disciples who were guarding the door.

"The bride is out!" I don't know who shouted, Murong Jing was in good spirits, and immediately looked inside the door.

The woman in a red wedding dress and a red hijab was slowly walking towards him with the support of Shen Qianmo and Xuan Yu.

Murong Jing clenched his fists, and while he was nervous and excited, he found that his palms were actually sweating.

She was finally going to be his wife.

Over the past few years, he has been working hard towards this goal. Today, I finally got my wish.

He knew that deep down in her heart, there was actually another man living. But she always thought that the man had no intention of her, so her heart was like ashes.

Maybe only he knows that the man actually cares about her.

That night, at the festival of the Tuba tribe, if it weren't for his secret help, and even arranged a retreat in advance, how could he have rescued her so smoothly. If it weren't for the mountain village he was looking for that was hidden enough, how could they have escaped the search of the Tuba so easily.

But he didn't intend to tell her all this.

It's not just selfishness. Just because the man who lived in her heart was no longer alive, and he told her these things again, it made no sense except to increase the sadness.

He knew that Ye Qinglan agreed to marry him, and he was more grateful. But he believed that after a long time, she would slowly forget about that man and then accept him sincerely.

It's man-made. Just like his father, the queen and the princess didn't agree to this marriage at first, but under the persuasion of his hard work that he vowed not to give up, isn't he now happy to accept it?

Looking at Ye Qinglan, who was getting closer and closer, Murong Jing's eyes were bright, and he stepped forward with firm steps and held her hand.

On the roof of the backlight of the Yanping Palace, Yuan Bozhou quietly came and whispered to He Liancheng, who was dormant here: "Senior Brother Eleven, it's really time for us to come, the bride's sedan chair is about to arrive." ”

He Liancheng's eyes hidden behind the silver mask shrank slightly, "Later, everyone will listen to my orders and pay attention to safety." ”

With a movement between him raising his hand, several disciples of the Tianshan Sect dispersed silently. Soon, the roof was empty.

The noisy drum music is getting closer and closer, and the Yanping Mansion is already far away.

There is still some distance from the courtyard to the palace, the sedan chair swayed all the way, and Ye Qinglan's thoughts also followed the rhythm of the sedan chair swaying.

It's been three years and eight months. He doesn't know what's going on in the Tianshan Mountains? To what extent did Ling Weiyang heal him? Don't know when he'll wake up?

But then she laughed to herself. What's the point of thinking about all of this now? From now on, I will never have any more intersections with him.

At this moment, the sedan chair that was swaying rhythmically suddenly tossed upside down, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Exclamations and chaotic footsteps rang out. Murong Jing shouted and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Are there assassins? Ye Qinglan's heart moved.

Is it the enemy of the Yanping Palace, or is it his own enemy?

But before she could think much time, the sound of clanging weapons was already heard outside the sedan chair.

The fighting continued for a long time. Ye Qinglan had a bad premonition in her heart.

The strength of the guards that Murong Jing brought to greet him was not weak, and those assassins didn't know how many people there were, they were so strong, and listening to the voice, they were not at a disadvantage.

She habitually touched her waist, but found that she had not carried the short knife she had been carrying with her for self-defense.

By the way, the short knife had been put away in the room just now. Today is her big day, and she has always been unlucky to carry a knife on her body.

It's just that in this way, I'm powerless now.

"Protect the princess!" Murong Jing shouted in panic outside.

Could it be that the Assassins were targeting her? Ye Qinglan was shocked, and hurriedly pulled off the red hijab on her head, leaned her back against the wall of the sedan car, and was on guard.

Not long after, Ye Qinglan heard the sound of beads on the sedan curtain smashing, and then a little breeze blew across her cheeks, bringing in a breath that made Ye Qinglan feel a little familiar.

Since losing her sight, the other senses in her body have become much more sensitive.

The tip of her nose smelled this familiar breath, and she only felt her heart tremble violently, but her right hand had already subconsciously attacked forward.

This is her habit of protecting herself. Although she is now exhausted, she will definitely not sit still.

But a large, thick and powerful hand firmly grasped the palm of her attack.

"Don't move." A low whisper, his voice pure and clear.

Ye Qinglan raised her head incredulously, although she couldn't see it, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and said in surprise: "It's you?!" ”

He Liancheng grabbed Ye Qinglan's hand tightly, his eyes hidden behind the mask shone with a sparkling light, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he said softly: "It's me, my name is He Liancheng." Dare to ask the girl's name? ”