"One comb of husband and wife love, two combs fly together with wings, three combs of children are in groups, and four combs of wealth are always in the ......"

Shuhua sat in front of the mirror in a garnet-red embroidered gold wedding dress, and an old woman with a wrinkled face held a comb, combing her hair and laughing.

"Why is the bride upset? Lang Jun's cultivation is profound, and his appearance is rare and good, such a good family affair is rare to find in the Three Realms. Even the old woman envy you! ”

The old woman who combed her hair put down the comb and smeared two large lumps of rouge on her cheeks, like a monkey's buttocks, which was ridiculous.

Shuhua pulled up his sleeves in disgust and wiped his face: "It's too ugly." ”

The old woman was very unhappy and pressed her hand: "The brides of the netherworld are all dressed like this, everyone says it's good, only you say it's bad." Originally, you were far away from my home, and I didn't want to come, but Lang Jun heard that I was good, so he paid a high price and picked me up in person. ”

"Don't be angry, she's just a little uncomfortable. As you know, it's always a little uneasy for the youngest daughter's family to marry a wife. ”

A warm male voice sounded, Lingze in a wedding dress walked in, smiled and sent the old woman away, gently put his hand on Shuhua's shoulder, looked at her in the mirror intently, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Wasn't it nice before? ”

Shuhua felt that the hands on her shoulders were cold and trembling, making her very uncomfortable.

Without hesitation, she waved his hand away and said lightly, "I don't remember marrying you." ”

Ling Ze half-lowered his eyes, and his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest: "You promised to marry me, but you forgot." ”

Shuhua insisted: "I didn't promise! ”

"You promised!" Ling Ze was not slow, and his voice was firm: "The concentric contract is here, I can't fake!" ”

A red delicate crystal ball appeared in front of the two, and the branches and leaves of the two concentric saplings in the middle overlapped, and the rhizomes were tightly intertwined.

This is the highest level contract for a wedding in the Three Realms, which indicates the sincerity and sincerity of both parties, and no one can force it, let alone fake it.

To form this contract, it is necessary to take the hearts and blood of both parties and jointly water the seeds of the concentric immortal tree for thirty days.

If you are sincere, the saplings will become entangled with each other after they break through the ground.

If it is a false feeling, the saplings will fall to one side and never touch the other.

What's more, if the heart is not sincere, the sapling will die.

Because the requirements are too high, and the truth is too ugly to slap in the face when exposed, few couples in the Three Realms will choose this way of marriage contract.

Shuhua felt her own breath on one of the saplings, and she was shocked, and quickly investigated the other sapling.

It was indeed the breath of her and Lingze.

But she remembered in a trance that she had no heart.

She tentatively put her hand on her left chest, and the "pounding ......" not only had a heart in it, but also beat steadily and solidly.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Ze noticed that something was wrong with her, and frowned to probe her pulse.

His movements are gentle and steady, without the slightest hint of frivolity or disrespect.

Shuhua accepted his kindness: "I just think it's weird, I don't understand why I agreed to marry you?" ”

"There is nothing wrong with the pulse. So, do you still have any questions, so you don't feel at ease? ”

Ling Ze squatted in front of her and gently held her hand: "Do you regret it?" If it's in time, I'll never force you. ”

Shuhua looked at him, and a feeling of sadness and despair, joy and sorrow arose in his heart.

She whispered, "I don't know what's wrong, it's just like I'm dreaming, as if we'll all regret it in the future......"

Covering her mouth with a cold hand, Ling Ze looked into her eyes and said very seriously: "You should understand that when I came to the Netherworld from the Cloud Palace to look for you, I gave up everything. ”

Shuhua suddenly, after a while, she finally remembered.

Ling Ze is the god in charge of the rain in the whole territory of Cangwu, Ze is covered by all things, and she is the leader of his attendants.

She had a crush on him, and even boldly confessed, but it didn't end well.

Someone reported her misconduct, abusing power for personal gain, and seducing Lingze by taking the position of an attendant.

She was expelled from the Shangqing Realm, ridiculed by the Three Realms, and traveled incognito to the Netherworld, traveling in the mountains and rivers every day, fighting unevenness, trying food, visiting secret realms, and cultivating alone.

When she was tired of walking, she built a grass house to live under this Huanglian Mountain, planted some spiritual rice elixirs in her spare time, and then hunted some spirit beasts for food, and also had some contacts with the surrounding ghosts and monsters, but she also had a good time.

One day, she discussed the Fa with a few demon cultivators, and only came home in the middle of the month.

When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw a person in a blue robe sitting upright on the stone bench under the moonlight, and he was really sitting upright.

The Netherworld is the world of demons, ghosts, spirits and demon cultivators, most of them are from wild roads, and being free and casual is the best, no one will be like this.

Therefore, she stopped and looked at the person curiously: "Where are the guests coming from?" How is it here? Need help? ”

The man stood up and answered her question very steadily: "Shuhua, it's me, Lingze." ”

She was taken aback and half sobered up: "Why did the Divine Monarch come here?" ”

Without waiting for him to answer, she answered herself: "Is there something passing by here, I heard that I am here, so come and see?" Rest assured, I'm all right. ”

Ling Ze didn't speak, just watched her quietly.

She was a little embarrassed and beckoned him to sit down: "You came in a hurry, I don't have anything good here, if you don't like it, drink a cup of spiritual tea and leave." ”

The spiritual tea was hot, but he kept holding it tightly in his palm.

As if sensing her embarrassment, he didn't look at her again, only lowered his head, looked at the cup of spiritual tea, and said, "I'm not on the way." ”

Shuhua didn't know how to answer, so he had to say "oh".

Ling Ze continued to look at Lingcha and continued: "I came here on purpose to ask you if you have put it down. ”

Shuhua immediately smiled: "Of course I have let it go a long time ago, I was ignorant when I was young, and I caused trouble to the Divine Monarch, and every time I think about it later, I always feel ashamed and uneasy." ”

She begged him for mercy: "Shenjun, please don't mention this matter again, okay?" I want to be face-saving too. Young and frivolous, who hasn't been? ”

Ling Ze clenched the teacup and was silent for a long time before he said, "Since you let go, why did you stay here alone and refuse to go home?" ”

Shuhua replied very slowly: "People always have to leave home when they grow up, here is casual and comfortable, which is very good for cultivation, when you think about it, you will go back." ”

She didn't want to talk to him more, so she hid her mouth and yawned, pretending that she was tired and sleepy.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little drunk, if the Divine Monarch has nothing else to do, I'll go to sleep, you can do it yourself."

She pushed the door in, and was about to close the door, but Ling Ze pressed the door hard.

He was born tall, with long legs and long arms, and almost held her in his arms.

His voice was dry, but his words were very fast and smooth: "If I want to stay with you, would you like to?" ”

(End of chapter)