The days passed quietly. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Liu Jinfeng have always lived in the church, and Qiu Guanghan's wedding clothes were naturally customized by them. She's tried it and it fits perfectly. This gorgeous color is reflected on her face, which is very beautiful.

Her body was just getting better - she didn't get sick immediately after the rain with Su Zheyu in the town before, but after waiting for nearly ten days, she suddenly developed a fever. She was really panicked, because she Qiu Guanghan had never been sick. She slept groggily for a few days, Tuoba Gu and the others were also nervous, but fortunately, on the day the auspicious clothes were ready, Qiu Guanghan had already walked on the ground.

Her throat was still a little hoarse, and she coughed a few times unaccustomed and drank bitterly. She admits that she likes the style and color of the costume. The gold-embroidered gauze satin, the slim cut—the pale skin of the first recuperation of a serious illness—she still looked like a goddess, her expression was pure, there was not even a trace of shyness.

News from Mingyue Villa, Shao Xuan has also set off. Tuoba lonely road. In two or three days at most, you will be here. You're going to have to take good care of your body these days, you know?

Got it. Qiu Guanghan smiled at this time.

Tuoba Gu left and went to see Qiu Guanghan's dowry and other things that were prepared. Su Zhiyu behind him suddenly seemed to think of something, and took a few steps to follow.

Master...... She bowed her head. Ori Yu suddenly remembered......

Tuoba looked back at her, but saw the golden ring in her hand.

This one...... Before Su Zhiyu finished speaking, he saw that Tuoba Gu's face changed slightly, and hurriedly explained, I wanted to tell the master that day, but then everything in the sect was busy, so it was delayed, yes...... It's me who is bad......

Tuoba Gu stretched out his hand and took the gold ornament. It's okay if you don't give it to them. You ask Huo Youenvoy to find someone to pay them another money.

The master, Su Zheyu, saw that he was leaving, and hurriedly stopped him.

Huh? Tuoba deserves to be careless.

Su Zheyu bowed his head and said, the owner has always cherished this gold ornament, Zheyu thought...... I want to dare to ask the master, what is this gold ornament...... What's the point?

Tuoba Gu glanced at her and snorted, you are also from the desert, so you don't know the meaning of this gold ornament?

Be...... It is the owner's former wife's...... Is the dowry ......? Su Zhiyu's voice was almost inaudible.

Got it and asked. Tuoba Gu didn't mean much blame, just turned around and walked away.

But...... But...... Su Zheyu wanted to ask something, but when he looked up, he saw that he had gone far, so he had to swallow his words and catch up.

He gave me the gold ornaments that day, of course, because he had no other money or silver on him—but such an important thing should not have been given to another person for a few pieces of clothing in any case—how could the master be so affectionate to the former lady that he had always been so affectionate to the former lady......

It was difficult for her to think about this connection, so she had to stop thinking about it, and just listen to Tuoba Gudao, this thing, why not add it to Guanghan in the dowry.

So how...... How can that be...... Su Zheyu blurted out, but his voice immediately hesitated to weaken.

Why not? It doesn't matter to me anyway.

He paused for a moment, saw her still biting her lip, and twisted the gold ornament in his hand slightly.

Are you reluctant?, he smiled rarely. That's for you.

Su Zhiyu was surprised to see this thing being handed to him. It's just that it's too heavy for you to wear. He added.

Feather didn't dare. She hurriedly knelt down, bowing her head and not daring to pick up or look.

Tuoba Gu snorted softly and withdrew his hand.

If you don't dare, I'll give it to Guanghan.

Su Zheyu didn't dare to squeak anymore, so he put this thing into Qiu Guanghan's dowry.

Autumn is cool in August. Ling Li only wore a thin coat, and he still slept in the open every day, but he was not as sick and weak as he was at the beginning. He himself wondered - could it be that I was used to it, or was I actually terminally ill and dying?

Since a few days ago, he had seen many prominent people heading in the direction of Luoyang. According to August 15, there are only three days left, and I heard that the team of greeting relatives will soon return to Luoyang City, and there are often people talking to each other along the road, just to see if there is such good luck to meet, not to see the bride, to peek at the situation is good.

The current Mingyue Villa is only afraid that it is already full of lights and is very lively. He said in his heart. If I could find some trustworthy person among these passers-by to give you something for me, I would not have to go to this trouble - but who could I turn to?

He smiled wryly. Tomorrow - I can go to Luoyang City tomorrow. I wonder if this huge city can still accommodate him as a beggar?

It was dark, and he fell asleep in a daze, but he didn't seem to be able to sleep. The weather was suddenly cold, and he shivered in his sleep, feeling that the cough he had earlier seemed to show signs of recurrence, and he sat up busily, holding his breath and concentrating, trying not to inhale the slightest bit of cold.

After closing his eyes for a long time, he felt that his body was lighter, and his spirit was better, and he opened his eyes slightly, the sky was very light, but there were already clues. He got up and began to hurry.

Faintly, there seemed to be movement approaching—he couldn't hear it really, and turned back. There seemed to be some kind of singing in the distance. He suddenly felt a heavy sense of foreboding in his heart.

Someone. There are many people. There are too many, bustling, crowds, getting closer and closer. He cowered to the side of the road. Could it be—could it be them?" he palidated, reached into his arms, and carefully touched the hairpin.

What to do. He thought. At this moment, for some reason, he felt that he would never be able to give away the hairpin.

Because, if she was given a hairpin, she would think of him, so his purpose, the purpose of the letter, and the conditions he agreed to Tuoba Gu, wouldn't it be all ruined?

With a snap, he was startled. In the distance, the gates opened, and a cannon salute greeted them. It's so early, it's not yet full of light. On this side, the welcoming procession was getting closer and closer, and the sound of music was almost deafening. The red and red color, the thick and thick joy, all rushed over, and it was not something that he, a beggar, could parry. Among the several tall horses, one of them was him—and when he peeked at it, the man in the auspicious costume could not be wrong.

Finally, you won......

He didn't know why such a sour thought suddenly came to his heart, and he hurriedly hid back, and in the midst of the loud noise, no one actually noticed him.

In the middle of the long line, he saw Shan Fengfeng, Cheng Fangyu and others. Naturally, within the limits of their control, it was the sedan chair.

He didn't even think about the person in the sedan chair for a moment - he couldn't see her anyway, so there was no need to think about it, it seemed that Tuoba Gu hadn't come with him? But it's almost there......

His sluggishness did not slow down until the sedan chair passed by. After the long procession, there was a thruckle all around. He subconsciously embellished himself at the end, but he stopped, as if he was ashamed of himself and didn't dare to follow up. After hesitating for a long time, he chose to stay outside the city.

Luoyang City, Luoyang City. He said in his heart. Shall I go in, or shall I not?

He sat down in a small corner outside the city gate, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves and human steps had not yet cleared, and he bowed his head for a while, and in a trance, it seemed that some figure passed in front of him.

For some reason, he was startled and looked up. Who would ...... such a familiar feeling?

He subconsciously stood up, but the figure had long since disappeared with the dust. He was a little dazed, and an uncomfortable breath came up his throat that made him cough and cover the sourness of his nose with his sleeve.

Do you get cold again? He couldn't bear the headache and brain fever that had arisen again and again, so he gritted his teeth and walked towards the city. Although the doorman looked at him with disdain, he did not stop him.

The second time I came to Luoyang City, this place was no stranger. The streets and alleys were crowded with people, and it was clear that it was the big wedding that was all the people who were talking about it.

I heard that the other party is the sister of the Blue Dragon Sect Master. A fifty or sixty-year-old man who didn't know much about it was also talking.

That's a big deal. Someone next to him answered in a daze.

Those who can climb with Mingyue Villa naturally have a background. An old woman is very insightful.

Ling Li listened to his head swelling, but he couldn't avoid it, no matter how he avoided it, after all, it was the sound of firecrackers all the way, the sound of envy, the sound of talking, and the hateful thing was that even the beggars were full of discussions.

Oh, have you seen the bride? One humanity.

I haven't seen it. Haven't you seen anyone before?

When I came from the town of Yangliu next door, there were legends about it.

Nonsense......

Ling Li just lowered his head. Naturally, he didn't want to participate in this kind of discussion, and besides, what could he say? Anyway, no one would have thought that this immortal-like figure who was about to marry into the Shao family had also been held in his arms.

Two days to go. He had two days to think about what to do. But these two days are probably the fastest two days in his life.

On August 15, the entrance and shops of Mingyue Villa, which he thought would be more strictly investigated, relaxed for some reason—as if this was really a festival in Luoyang City. The worst thing was that even the beggars were allowed to enter the realm of Mingyue Villa to drink a glass of wine - he retreated in a panic, but he didn't dare to be too conspicuous. What is going to be done?, he thought. Of course, it is a great opportunity to sneak into the village when there are many people, but do I really want to meet her? Besides, I have appeared in front of the public of Bright Moon Villa, and although my appearance has changed a lot now, it is hard to guarantee that I will not be recognized-but everyone goes to drink that cup, and if I don't go, won't it be even more conspicuous?

He had to grit his teeth and follow, and received a glass of wine, but he didn't thank him happily like others, he only nodded lightly, and Gu Zi took it aside to drink. He was suddenly so sad that he could no longer drink half of his wine, so he spit out the previous half of the wine together, and fled against the flow of people amid the ridicule of the crowd saying that he could not drink.

The bustle lasted from morning to evening. If there is any quiet place in this Luoyang City, he only remembers the place where there are fewer people when he and Qiu Guanghan used the excuse of watching the Peony Flower Festival - at this moment, in late autumn, without peonies, naturally fewer people come. He fled here alone, and slowly sat down on the stone steps, where Qiu Guanghan had sit.

The small wooden cup in his hand is still there, half a cup. The moonlight was so bright that he couldn't escape. Half a glass of wine, I don't feel relieved, but I still drink it all - I don't blame you anyway...... His hand gradually covered the crown of his forehead. Is it resentment? No, it's autumn coolness. Fever on the top of the forehead, not related to alcohol. His head hurt, and he bit his lip and pretended not to be sad.

There was a dumb sound, and something fell into his cup. He was astonished, but someone had thrown a copper coin inside—and that technique was extremely accurate.

Thank you. He didn't look up, but only habitually said hoarsely.

Why doesn't this little brother go to the crowd? There's a lot of fun ahead of you, so why not have fun?

Sharp but frightened. This tone, this voice—he actually recognized it, yes, it was him, the disciple of Taihu Water Village, Jiang Fei's third senior brother, Murong Xun—why was he here alone?