Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

After learning that the two were going to have a simple wedding on Yunjiu Mountain, Yun Ying took the initiative to organize the wedding and took Yan San down the mountain to purchase a lot of red candle cloth needed for the wedding.

After choosing a good time, several people set up the wedding scene one after another. There were lights and colorful decorations inside and outside the house, happy words were plastered everywhere, and layers of red silk were hung on the surrounding tree trunks.

Maybe it's because a happy event is approaching, but everyone's face is filled with smiles.

After Li San learned about Aning's "tragic life", he looked at Aning with a hint of pity.

As for the fact that Aning was not a human being and even injured him, he had long forgotten about it. How bad could a person who could be sympathetic to his master be, and besides, they were going to get married.

Aning has been following Yunying to embroider the wedding dress she wore during the past few days. Her fingers suffered a lot when doing embroidery for the first time. Fortunately, with Yunying's help, she finally sewed the wedding dress on the eve of the wedding. good.

The custom here is that men and women cannot meet each other on the eve of the wedding, but Aning has been staying with Ning Zhiyan all the time since she recovered her memory. Now she was suddenly told that she could not meet, which made her very upset.

Aning, who wanted to secretly go to meet Ning Zhiyan, was caught by Yunying.

As expected, young people just don't pay attention to customs. Yunying thought that if she had come a little later, the two of them would have spent the past month having sex with each other.

In the end, Aning could only return to the room obediently under Yunying's gaze.

Ugh

I understand the saying that one day is like three autumns apart.

The woman lay in bed and thought hard for a long time. Suddenly an idea flashed through her and she got up from the bed.

He raised his hand to summon the Moon Ming Sword, wrote the note, wrapped the black box on the dressing table with a red ribbon, and finally hung it on the sword.

Walking to the window lattice and quietly opening a crack, she said to Yue Ming: "Go find Ning Zhiyan."

Ning Zhiyan here had already received instructions from Yunying and was about to turn off the lights and rest when there was movement at the door.

He opened the door, and a blue sword floated in with a black box wrapped in red ribbon.

Ning Zhiyan: "?"

Yue Ming remained still until the black box was gently placed on the table.

Ning Zhiyan found it a bit strange. His cold white fingertips untied the tangled red silk ribbon. After opening the black box, the note inside caught his attention.

It says: Ning Zhiyan, Aunt Yun said I can't go to you tonight. I think you will definitely miss me, so this clay figurine will accompany you instead of me tonight.

The man laughed dumbly and picked up the clay figurine that looked very similar to her in the box. Infinite tenderness suddenly burst out from his narrow eyes.

Who is thinking about whom?

...

It was the first time for the young couple to get married, and neither party had their parents present. Yunying and Qin Ye decided to act as the parents of one of them.

There was no wedding reception, no guests, and even all customs were simplified.

In the main hall, the man is tall and tall, with elegant eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a clear face. The red wedding robe worn on him does not look tacky at all, but makes his pale face more colorful. The black mole on the lower edge of his rosy lips follows him. The upward curve makes it look alluring and alluring.

"The bride is here."

Following a sound, he looked towards the door.

An Ning was wearing a red wedding dress and came to the main hall accompanied by Yunying. She didn't look like she usually did without makeup. Today, she had dyed curved eyebrows, apricot face and peach cheeks, red lips and white teeth, eyes twinkling like stars, and golden beads twinkling between the temples. , so beautiful.

Taking the woman's hand from Yunying's, Ning Zhiyan's heart felt like it was soaking in a honey pot, and his eyes were full of joy.

This is the person close to his heart, and from today on she is his wife.

They joined hands to worship heaven and earth, then worshiped Yunying and Yun Ying who were sitting in the high hall, and finally looked at each other and worshiped.

After the ceremony was completed, Yan San burst into tears and said a lot of auspicious blessings, which made Aning overjoyed.

In the distant sky, there were a few crisp sounds, and fireworks from nowhere exploded in the air, blooming with colorful brilliance, like blessings sent to them. Although they were fleeting, they were still dazzlingly beautiful.

The wedding that was seven hundred years late was finally completed at this moment.

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In the deep dark night, stars twinkled, and a crescent moon hung obliquely in the night sky. The watery moonlight filled the mountains, the ground was covered with silvery light, and the vegetation undulated and rustled with the wind in the night.

The room was dimly lit by red candles. Aning was nestled in Ning Zhiyan's arms, looking up at him. The other's face was reflected in their eyes. At this moment, they both had a feeling of tranquility.

"Congratulations Aning, the mission is completed."

Xiaoliu, who had disappeared from his mind for a long time, suddenly spoke up, making Aning wake up as if from a dream.

If Xiaoliu kept silent, she would have thought it had crashed. After all, who else but her would have such a useless system?

"..." Xiaoliu felt like he was stuck in his throat. Who could he look down on? Why is it such a useless system?

It's awesome, isn't it?

Ning Zhiyan's eyebrows were empty, and there was a thin light in his light eyes. He played with the green hair of the woman in his arms and said leisurely: "What are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Aning came back to his senses, his eyebrows curved, and Wanyan smiled softly: "I'm wondering if I will dislike you in the future. If we are like Master Yun in the future, you will become an old man, and I will still look like this. .”

Ning Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, raised his lips slightly, and asked her, "Can you do it?"

Aning raised his head, his eyes as bright as stars revealed a cunning look, and he quickly pecked him on the lips, like a sneaky cat: "Guess."

"I guess you don't."

A warm smile appeared on Ning Zhiyan's lips, and his big hand covered the back of her head. He leaned forward and deepened the kiss just like a dragonfly on water, with lingering tenderness, and their lips and teeth were connected.

The red gauze was quietly put down, and the candlelight swayed slightly.

At this moment, this death-defying lingering seemed to be the final destination of their souls.