Kunlun Mountain. The dragon family folds the family. Decorations.

The red silk is hung on the eaves of the corridor, and the silk is surrounded by golden dragon scales all over the beams and columns. The carved fence carved between the big red happy words is serial among them, swaying out of the festive sky.

The jade trees are full of strings of small red lanterns, and the words of happiness on them look noble and gorgeous under the swaying iceberg fire.

The gilded characters are engraved on the purple lacquer plaque, and the huge red laminated colored balls around the word "Folding House" shine in the folds and shine, accommodating the auspicious atmosphere of the Quartet.

What followed was the congratulatory guests from all over the world who received the wedding card, all dressed up, like a fish rushing in, and the congratulatory sound was endless for a while.

Shuttling through the house is a maid wearing a phoenix hairpin silk satin, holding a happy plate hurriedly lined up neatly through the guests coming and going, the wedding plate is lightly covered with a bright red coverpa, lifting a corner, faintly visible peace and happiness.

Along the carpet paved with a red dragon pattern, all the way to the side hall of the young master, it was already a double happiness, and the cherry blossoms were all over the ground.

One for you, the grandest wedding.

"Xi'er, where is the young lady's phoenix crown? Hurry up, bring it quickly!" Xiniang anxiously shook her handkerchief and urged the maidservant: "I'll see how you explain to the old owner when the auspicious time is delayed!"

"Oh yes, what about the golden flower, what about the golden flower, where did you put the golden flower?" this marriage, the bride is even more anxious than Zhixuan.

Zhao Hehuan was on the side, looking at Zhixuan, that is, Yao'er, Jin Hai lightly inserted, sipping vermilion, the rare appearance of a girl's shyness, and thought, Xu has been going on like this, even if she doesn't remember the past, as long as she is happy, it will be happy.

"The auspicious time has arrived!" With the shout of the bride, the phoenix crown was dressed up.

The red hijab covered the bright face, half hiding the romance, and with the support of the bride, Zhixuan was surrounded and walked to the main hall.

In the main hall, Situ Ming, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Zhixuan who slowly stepped into the threshold of the main hall, and showed an expectant smile.

She has a fairy bun on her head, a few fragmentary golden flowers are pinned to the bun, and the two ribbons hanging down from her hair tail are raised with the wind, her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and her eyes are like stars. A touch of red satin wrapped around the chest on the chest, and a red gauze coat on the outside, faintly visible in the light yarn, blowing away the 3,000-foot romance.

Yingying stepped in, three points of charm, seven points of heroism, the belt around the slender willow waist, the flying of the golden silk coil dragon, and the phoenix dance for nine days.

Probably she's already my bride.

Ten years ago, I don't think about it, I can't forget it. Ten years later, the phoenix crown is beautiful, and the hair reaches the waist.

The old owner sat in front of the wedding case, looking at the festive scene of the couple, and his feelings of relief were beyond words.

"Worship!" the last voice of the bride dragged out very sharply and loudly.

Situ Ming took one end of the red silk handed by the bride, and the other end was Zhixuan, and the red hijab was half-covered.

"Worship heaven and earth!" Xi Niang's voice was still sharp.

The two newcomers, led by red silk, kowtowed to the vast land, and their children and grandchildren were full.

"Second worship high hall!"

The newcomer turned around, offered new tea, and kowtowed to the old owner, and the hall was full of gold and jade.

"Husband and wife worship each other!" Xi Niang's voice rang sharply in her ears.

Situ Ming looked at the woman in front of him who he had been thinking about for a long time, and bowed his body gently......

Husband and wife worship each other, grow old together, and give birth to a noble son early.

Zhixuan's body also owed down slightly, but only half owed......

"Wait!" Outside the hall, a high-pitched and loud female voice sounded!

The guests were puzzled and looked at each other, only to see four graceful women coming with a white veil covering their faces, but they were angry, not like they had come to bless the wedding.

Don't...... What kind of hatred did this family have with these women?

"Pavilion Master!?" Zhao Hehuan was overjoyed, rushed away, and after a while, he came to Ruoshuang's side, and asked with a happy face: "Pavilion Master, why are you here today?"

Zhao Hehuan didn't notice the change in atmosphere at all.

"Hehuan, stand back. I'm going to take care of something I should have done a month ago. ”

Zhao Hehuan had never seen the always gentle Ruoshuang Pavilion Master have such a solemn expression, and what made her even more afraid was that the Pavilion Master's eyes had always looked at Zhixuan with hatred, that is, Yao'er.

"Situ Ming, but what happened?" Zhixuan covered her red hijab, according to etiquette, she should not have lifted it at this time, so she had to ask Situ Ming.

Situ Ming's expression gradually became solemn, and he protected Zhixuan behind him, and just said softly: "It's okay." I'm here. ”

And this made Zhixuan feel even more uneasy. Why, head, began to ache dullly?

"Yao'er, should I call you the envoy of the Blood Destroying Peak or should I call you the envoy of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion!?" Ruoshuang had the flute in his hand, and pointed at Zhixuan sharply, making a loud sound!

Inside the hall, the air seemed to freeze, and the guests began to whisper.

"It turned out to be the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, didn't you always ask about the world?

"Yes, who is this Yao'er, who actually has two identities at the same time?

Situ Ming frowned, there is no doubt that this is the masterpiece of the Demon Venerable, for the sake of it, I am afraid that it is not just revenge, it is so simple.

"The pavilion master has come from afar, but he has come to bless my grandson's wedding?" the old farmer slowly started and raised his dragon staff, already angry.

"The owner of the Fold Family, I'm really disturbed today. I, Vermilion Bird Pavilion, have never been involved with others, and I have never asked about ordinary things, and today I have no intention of disturbing the marriage of my son. It's just that this lady married by Ling Gongzi is afraid that she needs to go with me today!" Ruoshuang raised her veil lightly, and her jade fingers unceremoniously pointed at Zhixuan, who was covered with a red hijab.

"The pavilion master has recognized the wrong person, there is no Yao'er girl here. Situ Ming protected Zhixuan behind him, and looked coldly at Ruoshuang, who was not good.

No one can take Haruka away from him, not anyone.

"Oh, is it?, then why don't you remove the red hijab and let me wait and see?"

"This is the grandchild's wedding, and the red hijab is not being unveiled now. I read that you are the master of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, and you have been polite for three points, and I don't care about the auspicious time with you. Now you still want to make trouble unreasonably, are you deceiving me and breaking my family?"

"In that case, I would like to ask the old owner what is the crime of stealing the supreme secret of my Vermilion Bird Pavilion?

"Stealing the supreme secret of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion?" The old owner looked at Situ Ming: "Fate, what's going on?

Zhao Hehuan was also shocked in his heart, wasn't Yao'er a person from the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, how could he steal the secrets of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion?

"The Pavilion Master keeps saying that Zhixuan has stolen the secrets of your Vermilion Bird Pavilion, but I don't know what the secrets are?

Sure enough, Ruoshuang asked suspiciously: "Zhixuan?"

"The lady I just passed by is called Zhixuan, not Yao'er as you say, is there a misunderstanding?" Situ Ming's eyes were like torches, looking at Pink Butterfly and Ruoshuang and the others.

Of course, Zhao Hehuan knew in his heart that it was indeed Yao'er, not Zhixuan! What secret did Yao'er steal from the Vermilion Bird Pavilion and let such a gentle Ruoshuang Pavilion Lord chase him here?

Ruoshuang flickered a trace of hesitation in her heart, and the jade flute in her hand was also loosened, with a trace of uncertainty in her eyes, could it be that the news was wrong?

Just when Ruoshuang was hesitating, suddenly a gust of wind rose from nowhere, rolled up the petals on the ground, and sprinkled them on the newcomer one after another, blowing away the red hijab on Zhixuan's head, floating, circling, and landing.

showed the exact same face as Haruka'er.

"The old owner of the Zhe family, what else do you have to explain!? She is Yao'er!" Fan Die was angry, pointed at Zhixuan, and almost went up to uncover the phoenix crown.

The old owner glanced at Situ Ming, and saw that Situ Ming looked a little flustered, and he understood a little in his heart, but it was difficult to say, so he had to shake his head slightly.

"This girl, what are you talking about?" I don't seem to understand much...... "With bright eyes and bright teeth, Zhixuan raised his eyes and looked at Ruoshuang and the others suspiciously.

What they said about Yao'er...... Could it be...... I?

"Yao'er, how long do you have to pretend?"

Ruoshuang had already approached, grabbed Zhixuan's wrist, and raised her eyes, but she was surprised!

She doesn't have any cultivation!

"Pavilion Master, are you overstepping?" Situ Ming brushed off Ruoshuang's hand and hugged Zhixuan, who was also surprised, into his arms.

Ruoshuang looked suspicious, how could she cultivate this body, and disperse when she said it. Even if she disperses her cultivation, what is the matter with this face that is the same as that of Yao'er?

Also, how could she still have the guts to be with Zhao Hehuan? Wasn't she afraid that the Vermilion Bird Pavilion would find Zhao Hehuan's whereabouts together?

Many questions, in Ruoshuang's heart, have become a dead knot.

Until a cry of "Demon Lord has arrived!" pierced the silence.

"It seems that I'm not too late?" Demon Venerable flicked the ash on his sleeve and glanced at Situ Ming with extreme contempt.

Situ Ming sneered and glanced at the Demon Venerable, it seemed that he didn't agree to his request, and this time he came to fall into the well.

"It's a coincidence that the Demon Venerable came, just in time, not sooner or later, just at the point. Mo Tian stood aside leisurely and glanced at Zhao Hehuan, his eyes fluttering over the Demon Venerable.

Zhao Hehuan is not too stupid, after thinking for a while, he understood that this look was to the effect that she would wait and see what it was, so he silently took a step back, picked up a fruit, and nibbled on it.

"Oh, yes? It seems that this wedding is quite grand today! Even the Suzaku Pavilion has come to cheer. How can I not come? You said yes, Miss Zhixuan?" Demon Venerable asked Zhixuan clearly, but his eyes glanced at Zhao Hehuan, who was munching on the fruit on the side, and there was a smile between his eyebrows.

This woman can really eat and sleep well wherever she goes.

"I don't understand what you two are talking about?" Zhi Xuan raised his eyes, his face clear, looking at the Ruoshuang Pavilion Lord and the Demon Venerable.

At this time, a rickety figure was projected in the crowd of guests, gray and gloomy.