Everyone in the yard has already been busy finishing it, decorating the yard into a sea of red.

Aunt Shen had already prepared lunch like a father and mother, and was serving the dishes, the courtyard was crowded with people, and the square table that had been moved to prepare for the wedding banquet was also packed out as a reception.

Hongyan was brought to the banquet by Aunt Shen, and thanked the villagers with a drink. The gentleman's room was still closed, so silent that there was no sound, and sometimes I had to suspect that no one was inside.

Sang Ling thought of the half of the side face she saw that day and let go of her doubts. He picked up his wine glass and said congratulations to Hongyan.

The hustle and bustle of the world, like smoke coming out of the smoke of a cooking house, inadvertently stains a sleeve, a smile will appear on the face, and the brain will relax, making people suddenly feel that they have returned to the modern era, and there is no deceit and intrigue in the cultivation world.

The sun soon went down and the simple banquet rested.

Aunt Shen took a few aunts to clean up together, and before leaving, she boiled the hot water before closing the door and leaving.

Hong Yan took the food and went to the main house, and a few words of speech came, and the quiet night slowly sank, making people look forward to the future and the joy of the wedding feast.

Time was in this mood, and it came to the second day, because Hongyan had no house and no parents in Shenjia Village, so the wedding wine was done together with the man's front wine. The dowry was carried out and displayed in one fell swoop, showing the bride's wealth to the people outside the village who attended the feast. After turning around and locking it back into the hall, it was considered that the marriage was completed.

Sang Ling stood in a corner and watched the liveliness of this area, but she didn't know that her temperament was noble, and she was dressed in a snow-colored cloud satin skirt with a hundred golden butterflies, and she also became the object of discussion by others. Everyone recognized her beautiful appearance and gorgeous clothes.

Day 3.

According to local custom, the wedding is held at dusk, when the bride is welcomed. Therefore, the wedding feast is in the evening, from noon to afternoon, when the people of the village are busy entertaining in the courtyard, and the children hold sweets, walk through the crowd and frolic in the crowd, chattering about how beautiful the bride is.

Hongyan was dressed up in the house, and in order to avoid suspicion, the house where she got married was a room near the kitchen, not the main house where the groom lived. When the time comes, the bride will be carried around the village and returned to the main house, where the wedding ceremony is complete.

A few small children crowded out of the window to watch, and Sang Ling was urged by Aunt Shen to come over and dress Hongyan.

Aunt Shen explained in a whisper:

"I peeked at the red lady's makeup and spent a few times, I should be so happy, you are a sister to help dress up, you can't delay the time. On the gentleman's side, there are a few boys who have come over to help, and I'll take a look later. Make sure that today's wedding banquet is smooth and auspicious! ”

For the wedding, Aunt Shen rarely inserted a silver hairpin in her bun, which was not in good condition, but it was also a rare jewelry in the village, and it was generally not taken out when pressed at the bottom of the box, which shows today's joyful mood.

Sang Ling was gently pushed into the room, and Aunt Shen was worried that their sisters were going to whisper, so she took a broom to scare away the children outside the window.

Hongyan's hair was still scattered, his clothes hadn't changed, his face was also red and white, and his nails were dyed with a few drops of red rouge.

Sang Ling picked up a strand of hair, combed it with a comb, and said with a smile:

"Where has the bride's soul gone?"

"Your Excellency...... Yes! ”

Hongyan came back to her senses, and immediately turned her head to see that her hair was pulled at once, and she covered her scalp with a loud voice.

Sang Ling hurriedly let go, and wanted to laugh:

"Why such a big reaction?"

Hongyan rubbed his scalp and said with palpitations:

"Your Excellency, why do you walk without sound?"

Sang Ling hurried up to continue to pull her hair in a bun, and said casually:

"Aunt Shen is busy outside, and she still remembers you, saying that you are too happy, your makeup and hair are messed up, and urge me to come over and check for you."

"I'm just, but I'm a little messy in my heart, and it's not a big deal."

Hongyan lowered his head and didn't say much.

Sang Ling calculated the time, was a little tight, and went directly to comb her hair. With a bend of her wrist, she took a small handful of hair with her other hand, strung it in two strands, and pushed it up again. An ingot's bun had been tied, and she moistened the comb with osmanthus oil, combing the broken hair little by little.

Hongyan looked in the mirror and was a little surprised:

"Your Excellency, your craftsmanship is so good."

Sang Ling smiled, thinking that she had taken care of herself by herself, and she had to be asked by the system to dress up beautiful and good-looking to attack Xie Hanzhou, hundreds of years before and after, this ability to comb her hair and dress up has risen.

She wet the handkerchief and handed it to Hongyan to wipe her hands, then turned to get the crown of her head.

Behind him, Hong Yan looked down at his hand, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he quickly wiped his hand and stuffed the handkerchief into his arms.

Sang Ling searched in the house and found that there was no phoenix crown that had been prepared:

"Could it be that on that day, the green waist was put in the mahogany box as a dowry?"

She was about to go to the hall, but she didn't want Hongyan to get up and stop her:

"It's a big, heavy tiara, and it's good to wear it later. I haven't put on this makeup yet, and the woman just stayed here to give me a reference. ”

"Back then, I only thought that the crown would look better and bigger, but I forgot about your neck."

"Then get something else first, you don't have to be in such a hurry."

Hongyan pulled Sang Ling to go back to the makeup room, tried on makeup little by little, and gave Sang Ling makeup, and the faint fragrance of begonias slowly floated out from a corner of the house, filling the house.

The sachet on Sang Ling's waist was aroused with more aroma, and the simple bamboo fragrance covered the week, suppressing the aroma of the begonia.

Sang Ling's hand held an eyebrow pencil steadily, and drew her eyebrows little by little, and Qiu Niang's eyebrows were quickly drawn.

Hong Yan watched the pair of delicate eyebrows in the mirror slowly drawn, her eyes showed a little anxiety, she sniffed left and right, and finally set her target on the sachet on her waist, tentatively wanting to reach out and touch it:

"What a delicate embroidered bag, what is this?"

Sang Ling thought of what Ah Ran said, and subconsciously avoided that hand, and simply said:

"It's just some refreshing herbs in it, it's almost time, I should go get your crown, but why did the sound outside the house stop?"

Sang Ling was puzzled and was about to open the door and leave, Hong Yan immediately took the hem of her skirt and tiptoed to look out, but the angle here was narrow, and she couldn't see the scene outside clearly for a while.

Hongyan's smile was a little stiff:

"I'll go and call Aunt Shen."

Sang Ling shook her head:

"How can there be a bride running errands, I'll just go out."

"Your Excellency, this ......"

Hongyan had to say something more, Sang Ling had already opened the door and walked out. Hongyan's heart mentioned, and suddenly a group of children rushed in front of him giggling:

"The bride is dressed up and can go out!"

Hongyan's heart suddenly relaxed.

Sang Ling was stopped by the children for a moment, and then looked back at Hongyan, a little puzzled:

"What did you just want to say?"

"No, nothing. It's just that the wine is rough, please don't mind. ”

The smile on Hongyan's lips again, not very big.

Sang Ling shook her head senselessly, got up and went to the hall.

The crown was quickly found, pressed right at the bottom of the mahogany chest. It took some effort for Sang Ling to take it out, and when she turned around, Aunt Shen was already standing in front of her.

"The little lady came to take the crown? Is the red lady dressed up? ”

Sang Ling handed the crown to Aunt Shen:

"Alright, when the time comes, you can go out. How is the bridegroom preparing? ”

Aunt Shen showed a smile, and the wrinkles of the grooves squeezed this smile very strangely.

"It's all right, it's red, it's very lively. With the crown, it's time to get married, okay, okay. ”

Aunt Shen held the thing, turned around and left, but limped, as if she had injured her foot. The bun on the back of his head is a little messy, and even the cherished silver hairpin in his hair is gone.

Sang Ling looked at the back of Aunt Shen leaving with some confusion, and in an instant, the figure was overwhelmed by the crowd and could not be found again.

The sky slowly darkened, and the fiery red sunset shone down like brocade. The next ritual was cumbersome and complicated, and Sang Ling glanced at the gentleman's appearance from a distance, and found that it was still the same as the first time he saw him, his face was ruddy and healthy.

It's just that after the person came out for a while, he was urged by the red flame to prevent the main house from coming out to blow the wind.

The wedding feast was set out.

Sang Ling followed the guests to the toasting bride to say blessings, Hong Yan was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, and the gorgeous bead crown was finely inlaid with round pearls and red gems, delicate and beautiful.

Her face was very ruddy, but it seemed to be brought out of rouge, and some of it was floating on the surface, and her expression was tired.

When the toast was over, Hongyan came over alone with a wine glass to thank Sang Ling:

"I was really surprised and happy that my sister could come. Thank you sister for the healing, and the dowry, all for a decent wedding for me. ”

Sang Ling raised her wine glass, clinked glasses with her and drank it all:

"This wedding banquet is also rare, and I, as your only mother's family, naturally want to be proper."

Hongyan's smile was very big, but his eyes fell on the wine in a deep and gloomy manner, watching the wine disappear into Sang Ling's mouth, he glanced at the sachet hesitantly, raised his hand and poured a glass for Sang Ling, and continued to speak:

"After today, I want to take my husband to the ends of the world. He was raised by the people of Shenjia Village since he was a child, grew up eating hundreds of family meals, he had a soft temperament, and he had a talent for reading, so he couldn't stand the request of the villagers, and returned to the village to be a teacher, living in poverty. From now on, the shackles are gone, and he should be free. ”

"Shackles?" Sang Ling drank the wine in her hand, and a feeling of dizziness came from her mind for a moment, and soon, the tip of her nose smelled a wisp of bamboo leaves, and the dizziness quickly faded. I couldn't help but hold my forehead, and subconsciously repeated Hongyan's words.

Behind the house, there was a sound of horses, and the sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard.

Sang Ling opened her eyes slightly, and she couldn't react.

Hong Yan smiled and poured another glass of wine and handed it to Sang Ling's lips:

"He was a fool, he was afraid of death when he was going to die, and he felt lonely and lonely after death. I originally thought that mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, so I let it go. But when I dreamed back in the middle of the night and saw the person in the coffin, I suddenly felt very lonely. ”

With force in her hand, the slightly reddened wine was poured into Sang Ling's lips, Hongyan was still smiling, but she could see the bitter juice:

"At that time, I was thinking that both demons and monks can have a long life, how can it be that it is not enough to disappear when it reaches the head of the gentleman, I think it is unfair. I want him to live, even if his hands are covered with blood and can't be washed clean, I want him to live. Let me be this bad man, Your Honor, and the man said that as long as you die, my husband will live. ”

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for the demon clan. If there is an afterlife, let me pay it back alone. ”

Sang Ling's last glance before she fell into a coma, she only saw the red of the sky, and the red was still flowing, not the joyful color of the red silk lantern, as if it was...... Blood.