Brilliant thorn

"One bow to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall—"

In the hall, all the guests cheered and cheered, and a couple of newlyweds stood facing each other holding red satin, and performed the ceremony of husband and wife worship.

Under the scarlet hijab, Lan Zhi's eyes were filled with tears, her eyes passed through the tulle, passed over Yan Xinghan's shoulders, and fell on Fu Shaoyu's body in a daze, two lines of tears ran down her cheeks, wet the red wedding dress.

Xiao Jue watched coldly, and deliberately pushed Fu Shaoyu forward again.

Fu Shaoyu smiled helplessly: "What do you always push me for?"

Xiao Jue said: "If you don't stand up, how can the bride see you clearly?"

His tone was sour and his face was full of sarcasm, but Fu Shaoyu could see a bit of cuteness for no reason, and couldn't help but think about teasing him more bitterly.

"Then I might as well stand beside the bridegroom officer."

After speaking, he raised his foot and took a step forward, Yan Xinghan was only two steps away from him, and Lan Zhi's heart was shaken by this step, so she didn't hear the word "Licheng".

A heart beat up, and a gleam of fire suddenly appeared in her tear-filled almond eyes. She fantasized unrealistically that maybe Fu Shaoyu could save her from this doomed in-law at the last moment.

But Fu Shaoyu withdrew again.

To be precise, he was dragged back a little more brutally by the stern young man in black clothes next to him.

Not only was Fu Shaoyu not annoyed, but he whispered a few words in that person's ear with a smile on his face. The young master bumped Fu Shaoyu's chest with his elbow, and cast a glance at her .

It seemed to be a casual glance, but the eyes were extremely sharp and there was no warmth at all.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was full of contempt and rebellion.

Lan Zhi was stung, and the fire in her pupils was instantly extinguished by tears.

Like a marionette, she was led by Yan Xinghan, surrounded by bridesmaids and maids, and moved to the back of the hall, towards the cage for the rest of her life.

No one noticed the undercurrent of emotions under the scarlet hijab during the panting, and the lively congratulations even covered most of the sound of firecrackers in the courtyard.

Yan Wuji and his wife Nie Xian were beaming with joy, calmly and politely leading the guests to the dining hall for a banquet.

This time, most of the people who came to the wedding banquet were knight-errants. They were all casual and straightforward, and they didn't pay attention to the seating position. They found acquaintances to gather at a table and began to chat with each other.

As for the heads of various sects and factions, distinguished guests such as Shi Zhengping and Shen Zhongqing were arranged to have meals in the hall next to the flower hall.There are four rows of long low tables on the left and right of the hall, each table can seat one or two people, and the tables are equipped with wine and food, which is much more exquisite than those in the dining hall.

Fu Shaoyu and Xiao Jue were seated at the third table on the right hand side of the main seat, and there were many people sitting opposite, Xiao Jue didn't know anyone at all.

After being tapped twice on the back, Fu Shaoyu tilted his head, seeing the playful Yan Feishuang, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Sister Shuang shouldn't be here, right?"

Yan Feishuang lay half on the table and whispered: "Mom doesn't care about me today, I'm bored in the backyard." She poked Xiao Jue's shoulder again, and said, "My lord, I see that you like my father The brewed sweet-scented osmanthus wine, specially secretly filled the jug for you."

Shi Yi shook his head helplessly, dragged her back to sit by his side, and said, "Be more honest, and be careful that Auntie will settle accounts with you after Qiuhou."

"Okay, okay," Yan Feishuang responded perfunctorily, sat for a while, then pulled Xiao Jue's clothes, covered his lips with his hand and said, "Young master, don't say anything, my father is usually very generous, Only he is very stingy with his own sweet-scented osmanthus wine, he is not willing to bring it out to the guests this time, saying that he is afraid that those who don't know how to drink will spoil his craftsmanship."

Her cheeks were flushed, and she lowered her voice a bit.

"Fei Shuang knows that Young Master is different, not those ordinary people."

In the end, the voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it couldn't escape Fu Shaoyu's ears.

He tilted his head to look at Xiao Jue, imitating this man's harsh expression just now, and remained silent.

Xiao absolutely turned a blind eye to this, and only nodded to Yan Feishuang with a sideways glance, not even saying a perfunctory "thank you".

Yan Feishuang sat down resentfully, chatting casually with her cousin beside her, her eyes drifted to the two people in the front row from time to time, her thoughts had already flown beyond the sky.

After a while, the conversation in the hall suddenly stopped, and the momentary silence caused everyone to look at the door in unison, then stood up and saluted tacitly, Xiao Jue drank a glass of wine lazily, and then looked at the person who came, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows .

He had only met this person not long ago, and it was Shen Zhongqing who had just passed his birthday.

Along with him came the head of the Danyang School and Shi Yi's father - Shi Zhengping.

"Today is a happy event at brother Yan's family. I just came to ask for a drink. Everyone just treats me as if I don't exist, so there is no need to be polite." Shen Zhongqing is approachable and polite. He said hello, which shows that he is highly respected in the martial arts.

In contrast, Shi Zhengping beside him had a cold and serious face from the beginning to the end, which was a bit abrupt.

After all, today is a happy event, and because of his wife's relationship, he and the Yan family are also considered relatives, so there is no reason to be cold-hearted like this.

However, the head of the Danyang School is also well-known in martial arts for his cunning and eccentric personality. Only people like Shen Zhongqing and Yan Wuji can tolerate his strange temper. The former righteousness was married to Jinlan, and they were called brothers.

"Uncle Shen, father." Shi Yi stood up and bowed to the two of them, "Where are your desks."

He pointed to the two tables opposite, trying to lead people over. Shen Zhongqing waved his hands at him to show that he was not in a hurry. Fu Shaoyu and Yan Feishuang also saluted one after another. He said with a smile: "Shuang'er is getting more and more beautiful. Your aunt nagged and said she missed you a while ago."

"My mother always blames me for being too wild and won't let me go out." Yan Feishuang smiled, "Why don't Uncle Shen go talk to my mother later so that I can go to Pingchuan to accompany my aunt?"

"You kid, you're so clever." Shen Zhongqing smiled and moved his eyes aside, looked at Xiao Jue, couldn't help frowning, and said: "This young master...you look familiar, where did we meet?"

Xiao Jue said: "I'm Xiao Jue, today I have the honor to meet Senior Shen."

The implication is that I haven't seen it before, it's purely your eyesight.

Shen Zhongqing stroked his beard and looked at him, still feeling familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember when and where he had seen this person before.

"Brother Shen has made friends with knights all over the world, so it's normal to see everyone familiar."

Shi Zhengping glanced at Xiao Jue casually, nodded to Fu Shaoyu, and walked towards his desk with a knife behind his back, which made Shi Yi a little embarrassed.

His father's tone of voice was neither yin nor yang, it was really confusing.

But Shen Zhongqing had long been used to his tone, and he didn't care about it. He exchanged a few words with Fu Shaoyu, then turned around and took his seat, waiting for Yan Wuji and his wife Nie Xian to arrive before starting the banquet.

Xiao Jue and the others sat down again, he stuck to Fu Shaoyu's side, and called him "Brother Yu" in a low voice.

Usually, this kind of soft tone means that he has something to ask, or he is lustful.

Fu Shaoyu gave a "hmm", twirled a few peanuts, took off the coating and put them on the plate in front of Xiao Jue, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I see that the two of them are at odds with each other, what do you think?"

In order not to let Shi Yi behind him hear him, Xiao Jue kept his voice extremely low, and leaned against Fu Shaoyu's ear, breathing on the man's neck and behind his ear.

Fu Shaoyu moved his ears uncontrollably, gently squeezed Xiao Jue's thigh under the table, and said in a low voice: "You can't look at the surface in everything. You see me so calm now, but in fact it is an undercurrent. .”

Xiao never understood: "What?"

But Fu Shaoyu didn't answer anymore, his fingers carelessly brushed upwards against Xiao Jue's crotch, and then pressed against his chest, pushing him away from his side.

His cold white skin suddenly turned red, Xiao Jue sat up straight, ate those few peanuts one by one, and then rebuked in a low voice, "shameless".

Fu Shaoyu raised one leg and sat on the cushion, his posture was wild and reckless, his face was calm and calm, which perfectly concealed his reaction aroused by Xiao Jue's breath.

After another glass of sweet wine, Yan Wuji and his wife came late, and after entering the door, there was an exchange of greetings and apologies. Yan Wuji stood behind the main seat, raised his glass to everyone, and said: "Today, the dog is getting married, and I thank you for letting go of important matters. Come to Shangye to join in the show, Yan Mou is deeply moved, and a thousand words are contained in the wine, and I sincerely respect you all."

"Please!"

Everyone raised their glasses to signal, and drank in one gulp.

Yan Wuji said loudly: "You gentlemen, please drink freely, and you will not return tonight if you don't get drunk!"

"If you don't get drunk, you won't return—!"

After a burst of laughter, the dance and music troupe came to the stage to add to the fun, and the hall was filled with wine and wine, creating a scene of harmony and harmony.

Xiao Jue looked at Yan Wuji who was in the main seat from time to time, and after a while he would ask Fu Shaoyu "What time is it?" Fu Shaoyu smiled and said, "The banquet will probably last until late at night, if you are really not interested, It is not difficult for me to find a reason to take you away."

"I'm not going." Xiao Jue drank a glass of wine, looked outside at the sky, and said, "It's almost the time limit?"

"En." Fu Shaoyu helped him fill up the wine glass, and poured himself another glass, "What are you planning?"

"Again?" Xiao Jueyou turned his gaze to him, and said with a half-smile, "Have I ever planned anything?"

"Okay, okay, I guess I was wrong," Fu Shaoyu changed the way of asking, and whispered: "Then can you tell me what you are thinking?"

Before Xiao Jue could speak, a servant bowed and rushed to Yan Wuji's side to report a few words in a low voice, the smile on Yan Wuji's face faded, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded and let the servant go.

The dance music paused and retreated to the side, and two women stepped into the hall.

The two are dressed in exotic clothes, the costumes are gorgeous and somewhat charming, and their facial features are much deeper than those of the women from the Central Plains.They crossed their hands in front of their chests, Shi Shiran lowered his head and saluted, and said in unison: "Congratulations to Young Master Yan on his marriage."

Immediately, the woman in the blue dress stepped forward slowly, took out a pair of blood jade Ruyi from her wide sleeves, and said: "This is our young master's wish, I wish young master Yan and his wife the best of luck."

During the meeting, some people whispered to each other, discussing the origins of these two people.

Yan Wuji asked directly: "Who is the 'Master' that the two girls are talking about? This blood jade Ruyi is really precious, and Yan should come to the door to express his thanks."

"Well, I don't really want to answer."

The other woman in red was obviously out of character, and she spoke out in front of so many people.

She took out a few invitations from her cuff, and wanted to pass them to Yan Wuji, but the guard immediately stepped forward to stop them vigilantly, so she simply threw the invitations into the nurse's arms and said, "There are names on them, you Don't make a mistake."

Nursing home: "..."

The woman in blue gave her a warning look, and then said: "Seniors, my son heard that the Central Plains Wulin is searching for the Wenyuan sword manual. Coincidentally, my son also got a chapter by chance, but he couldn't understand it if he wanted to learn it. Essentials."

As soon as this remark came out, the discussion at the meeting increased significantly.

The woman in blue said: "As the saying goes, 'the world's martial arts are based on one family', and you are all highly respected masters of martial arts. My son sincerely invites you all to come to Chunshantai on the tenth day of October, and learn about Wenyuan's sword manual together."

At this time, invitations had been distributed to Yan Wuji, Shen Zhongqing, and Shi Zhengping, and the other leaders couldn't help but crane their necks to look at those posts.

Yan Wuji didn't open the invitation, but asked, "Regardless of whether the sword manual is true or not, why should such an important matter be scheduled in five months' time?"

The woman in red said: "My son naturally has more important things to do, and the sword manual won't run away with long legs, so it's okay to delay it for five months?"

"Chixue, don't be rude."

The woman in blue scolded in a low voice, and politely said to Yan Wuji: "My young master really has important things to do, and he must not be free, otherwise such important things must be invited to the door one by one in person. It is only because of Senior Yan's great reputation that he married his son. Surely the whole martial arts world will appreciate it, this is also the fastest time to convey the news, Indigo and Chixue just rushed to the door to disturb, seniors please forgive me."

Now that the words have come to this point, Indigo's attitude is extremely humble, so Yan Wuji and others are not too embarrassed.

Shen Zhongqing pondered for a moment, and said: "Since the invitation is sincere, you should always report the name of your son, so that I will not be too rash when I go to the appointment."

Hearing this, Chi Xue tugged on Indigo's sleeves, and asked in a very low voice: "What's it called? Are you making it now?"

Indigo slapped her hand away, said without changing expression, "My surname is Ling Mingyuan."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was startled, like a spring thunder exploding.