"Seventh brother, wake up, seventh brother, wake up quickly," Wang Changsheng faintly heard someone calling himself, this voice was very familiar, it seemed to be the eighth sister.

"Hmm," when Wang Changsheng opened his somewhat heavy eyelids with all his strength, he saw Wang Changyue standing at the head of his bed, and his expression was very excited.

"Eighth sister?" Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned when he saw Wang Changyue, and then quickly looked up at the opposite side of the bed, and there was a portrait hanging on the opposite side, a girl with a beautiful face, dressed in a cyan palace dress, with a cyan hairpin on her head, looking ahead with a smile on her face.

"This is my room?What's the matter, I'm not participating in the introductory trial of the Taiqing Palace?" Wang Changsheng muttered to himself.

"What kind of introductory trial, Seventh Brother, what are you talking about, you hurry up and get out, everyone is waiting for you!" Wang Changyue urged.

"Wait for me, what are you waiting for me for?"

"Seventh brother, are you okay?, don't you know that today is the day of your wedding?" Wang Changyue looked at Wang Changsheng with a strange gaze and said.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng noticed that he was wearing the auspicious clothes of marriage, and the room was full of festive things.

"Hey, Seventh Brother, don't be abrasive, Sister Song has been waiting for you for a long time," Wang Changyue said impatiently when she saw this.

"Sister Song, who is Sister Song?" Wang Changsheng was confused by Wang Changyue, he remembered that he had obviously sunk to the bottom of the sea! How could he wake up and appear in his own home, and he was still preparing to get married, could it be that the previous things were all a dream?

"Which other Sister Song, Song Zhiruo, one of the Song family's twin coquetties, hehe, Seventh Brother, I heard that Sister Song is one of the best beauties in our Yueyang County! You can marry Sister Song as a wife, that is a blessing from the previous life!" Wang Changyue blinked and said with a smile.

"Song Shuangjiao, could it be her?" Wang Changsheng heard this, his face was a little moved, and he could even hear the beating of his heart.

At this moment, with a "bang", the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in, it was Wang Changsheng's father, Wang Mingyuan.

Wang Mingyuan was wearing brand-new clothes, with a thick smile on his face, and when he saw Wang Changsheng who was still lying on the bed, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter, Sheng'er, are you uncomfortable!"

"No, Dad, I'm just a little confused," Wang Changsheng shook his head and said with a confused expression.

"Don't think so much, hurry up and go out and bring the bride back, your mother has a spirit in the sky, and she will be very happy to know that you are married," In the end, Wang Mingyuan turned his head and glanced at the portrait, his face full of relief.

"But I ······"

"Okay, don't do it, don't let the guests wait for a long time, it's too rude," Wang Mingyuan patted Wang Changsheng's shoulder and said softly.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng followed his father out.

"Seventh brother, congratulations!"

"Seventh brother, today is your big day, let's not get drunk and go home. ”

"Congratulations to the young patriarch, I wish the young patriarch an early birth of a noble son and inherit the ancestral business. ”

The manor is full of lights, and there is a festive scene everywhere, seeing Wang Changsheng, the clansmen have opened their mouths to congratulate, and Wang Changsheng also returned the salute one by one.

A group of people, surrounded by Wang Changsheng, the groom official, walked towards the hall of worship, and in the center of the hall was a big red paper with a Chinese character written on it.

The hall was full of clan elders of the Wang family, and Wang Changsheng's grandfather was sitting at the head on the right, his wrinkled face crowded with smiles.

"The bride is here, the bride is here," Wang Changyue, who was standing at the door of the hall, shouted loudly, looking very excited.

Wang Changsheng looked back and saw a bride wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab walking slowly into the hall with the support of a young girl.

Seeing the girl supporting the bride, Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned, but then his face showed ecstasy, the girl was one of the Song family's double jiao, that is to say, the bride under the red hijab was the Song family monk he admired.

"I'm not dreaming, right?" Wang Changsheng pinched his thigh hard, and the pain from his thigh told him that it was not a dream.

Seeing the bride slowly walking towards him, Wang Changsheng's heart was about to jump out, and his expression was a little nervous.

Under the witness of everyone, Wang Changsheng and the bride visited the church and got married, drank with a group of guests, and the bride was sent to the wedding room.

After the impatient Wang Changsheng dealt with the guests absentmindedly, he walked towards his room, and some of the clansmen who planned to make a hole in the room were even blown away by Wang Changsheng.

Before entering the door, Wang Changsheng tidied up his clothes a little, took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in.

In the room, the bride wore a red hijab on her head and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Wang Changsheng closed the door, walked over at a loss, and sat down next to the bride.

After removing the red hijab with a joy scale, a shy face appeared in front of Wang Changsheng, it was the female cultivator of the Song family who made him lose his soul when he met for the first time.

"Lady, I will be good to you," Wang Changsheng took the woman's hands and assured.

"Xianggong," Song Zhiruo's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Changsheng.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to blow out the candles and untie his clothes······

A year later, Wang Changsheng kept walking around outside the square, looking quite nervous, and from time to time he looked into the room, and from time to time a maid walked into the room with a basin of water.

"Sheng'er, don't keep walking around, my head is dangling from you, my daughter-in-law will be fine," Wang Mingyuan on the side saw this and comforted him.

"I know, Dad, but ·······" Wang Changsheng's words were not finished yet.

"Wow, wow," several baby cries came from inside the room.

"It's born, Zhiruo is born, I'm a father," Hearing the baby's cry, Wang Changsheng was very excited and walked in quickly.

"Congratulations to the young patriarch, the young lady gave birth to a big fat boy," the midwife carried a baby to Wang Changsheng.

The baby is very small, fleshy, with closed eyes, and very cute.

"Zhiruo, look, this is our child," Wang Changsheng carefully took the baby from the midwife's hand, walked to the head of the bed, held Song Zhiruo's jade hand, and said with tenderness on his face.

"Husband, you can choose a name for our child!" Seeing the baby, Song Zhiruo's pale face showed a smile and said.

Wang Changsheng nodded, thinking hard.

"Although both of us are immortal cultivators, I don't know if the child has a spiritual root, and I don't know what kind of spiritual root he is, but it doesn't matter if he can cultivate immortals or not, as long as he is safe and sound, I hope he can live a long life," Song Zhiruo sighed.

"Live a long life, live a long life······" , Wang Changsheng's body shook, muttered a few words, and then a touch of clarity appeared in his eyes.

After a while, Wang Changsheng sighed, looked at Song Zhiruo on the bed, and said with a solemn expression: "Zhiruo, let me ask you a question, you have to answer me seriously." ”

"What's the matter! Look at you're nervous, ask!"

"Have you ever liked me?"

"Of course I like it," Song Zhiruo nodded shyly.

"Okay, you can die," As soon as the words fell, Wang Changsheng had an extra golden short sword in his hand, and stabbed at Song Zhiruo fiercely.

Caught off guard, before Song Zhiruo could react, the golden short sword pierced her body, staining the bed red with red blood.

"Husband, why are you ······?" Song Zhiruo covered the wound with both hands, her face full of disbelief.

"Husband, do you still want to lie to me now? If it weren't for your sentence of living a long life, I'm afraid I wouldn't have woken up," Wang Changsheng no longer had a trace of tenderness on his face, and looked at Song Zhiruo coldly.

"Husband, are you mistaken, I'm Zhiruo, have you changed your mind and don't like Zhiruo?" Song Zhiruo asked.

"I admit it, I like Zhi Ruo, but it's a pity that you are not, think about it carefully, you have revealed too many flaws, I should have seen through your tricks a long time ago, if you weren't exactly the same as Zhi Ruo, I would have woken up a long time ago," Wang Changsheng sneered.

"Husband, what are you talking about?What a trick, I'm your wife Song Zhiruo!" Song Zhiruo hissed.