On February 10, the 22nd year of Jian'an, the moonlight was thick. The lack of moon in the bright starry sky, the gentle light sprinkled on the sleeping earth, and the world was draped in a hazy silver veil.

In the upper reaches of the Xinshan River, there is a 'church' that has been established for half a year, and no one knows about it except for the people of the Hades Hall who know that there is a different style of building here.

The night was silent, and Zhai Xiying stood in front of the door of the church and watched the entire decorated church. In Yuruo's narrative, the church is a simple but solemn church with holy whiteness, and it is an indispensable wedding venue for her dream wedding.

Holy white, Zhai Xiying did it. The whole church was dressed in white, shrouded in soft moonlight, and the solemnity of the daylight was lost and added a layer of seductive mystery.

In the custom of the Sheng Dynasty, red was always used for happy events, and white was very taboo. White is only used for funerals.

Therefore, the appearance of the church is white, but Zhai Xiying is decorated with red and beautiful satin around the church.

He thinks that he is very satisfied with such a design, and when the time comes, he will definitely be pleasantly surprised!

Slowly stepping into the mysterious church, the interior has not yet been fully arranged, and the loose red cloth is still hanging on the ground.

Zhai Xiying patiently picked them up and carefully hung them on the wall as she wished.

You can see the faint pictures everywhere, all of which were painted by Zhai Xiying himself. Although it is not as good as the portrait of Xianxian Zha Lingxuan, Zhai Xiying sketched it with extreme care, and printed all of Youruo's demeanor on the pure white painting paper.

There are portraits of her wearing a mask and only revealing beautiful eyes, there are portraits of her lightly hooked red lips and smiling, and there are also scenes of her sitting on a rocking chair, gently stroking her upright belly, there are many, all of them are the gloom in Zhai Xiying's mind.

The faintness on the painting paper, stunning, delicate, gentle, and many different hers are presented under Zhai Xiying's brush.

At a glance, there are ninety-nine if not hundred. Zhai Xiying's intentions for Youruo can be clearly felt from the portrait.

For more than a year, Zhai Xiying has to pick up a pen and paint almost every night, and if you can carefully observe the portrait, you will definitely be able to find traces of dry water on it.

No, not water stains, to be precise, but tear stains. Looking at Zhai Xiying, who was fascinated by the portrait, he would unconsciously burst into tears, and when the tears fell on the paper, he would return to his senses from the portrait of Youruo.

Thoughts turn into tears, thoughts turn into a portrait of intentions, and thoughts turn into daily unremitting searching.

After Zhai Xiying hung up all the red cloths, it was already the third watch, and there was only one hour left before dawn.

Slowly withdrawing from the church, looking back at the layout of the church, Zhai Xiying hooked her thin lips with satisfaction.

Closing the door of the church, Zhai Xiying looked around coldly. On the top of Xinshan Mountain, Zhai Xiying arranged for many subordinates to stay here and watch the church.

This is the place to marry Youruo, Zhai Xiying will not allow anyone to destroy!

Quickly leave from Xin Mountain and fly in the direction of King Ying's Mansion.

Hongchen Rolling Master Tai and Huang Yuzhi had already left King Ying's Mansion on February 1.

In the few days when Huang Yuzhi was still in Yingwangfu, Zhai Xiying did not appear in Yingwangfu a few times, and Huang Yuzhi was not given the slightest chance.

Lan Yuan is on the left side of King Ying's Mansion, and Zhai Xiying flew over King Ying's Mansion, so naturally he would not go back from the main gate of the palace.

And in the Ying Wangfu in the middle of the night, a delicate and pale yellow figure stood in the corner opposite the gate of the palace, standing quietly in the dark, looking at the two guards who were sleepy and secretly squinting their eyes in front of the gate of the palace.

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(Markor Literature-)