Matters needing attention in raising foxes in Tianjie

Mr. Yiguang has honey in his mouth recently, and he can't hide the joy in his eyes. He greets everyone with a smile.The Emperor of Heaven was happy to hear this. After all, it was the first time in the Heaven Realm to marry someone.So he discussed with Tianhou what treasures to prepare for him so as not to look petty in the heavenly realm.

"How about this carved peony vase?" Tian Hou took it from the ancient shelf, looked around and found it unconventional, and handed it to the Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven reclined on the couch, with one hand resting on his head, "Not good."

"How about this pastel peach pattern bottle?"

"Not good, not good."

Tianhou glared at him, then sat back on the couch with a flick of her sleeves, "This is neither good nor that, so what do you want to give?"

"You ask me how do I know?"

"You!" Tianhou was annoyed by him, and twisted his leg.

Even the Emperor of Heaven was worried about giving gifts, and other immortal families were even more worried about this matter.

"Yiguang-jun is getting married, Yuelao, what date do you see?" Si Mingxingjun had nothing to do, and ran to Yuelao's place more often.

"The eighth day of next month." Yuelao was writing furiously.

"So fast?" Seeing that the person didn't even lift his head, Si Mingxing leaned over curiously and asked, "What are you writing?"

"For the important event of Mr. Yiguang's marriage, I plan to write a book for him, read it."

"How do you get along after marriage?"

Yuelao raised his eyebrows and stroked his beard proudly. This is a masterpiece, and it is also signed by himself. It is very worthy of collection and a must-have gift.

Si Ming Xingjun was deeply inspired after reading it. It was a worthwhile trip this time, and he will write a book when he goes back. The words are sincere and sincere. I believe that Yiguang Jun and Mr. Su will be touched beyond words after reading it.

Regardless of whether he and Yiguang-jun are friends on weekdays or not, seeing that the day is approaching, all the immortals are busy preparing their own gifts.Everyone is in a hurry, but Mr. Yiguang is not in a hurry.With Su Yu's guarantee, Yiguang Jun should eat and sleep all day long, and his waist is actually a little fatter than before.

"This happy dress, do you want to change it?" Ruolan asked behind her.On this day, Hushan sent the ready-made wedding dress to Yiguang Hall, and Lord Yiguang couldn't wait to let Ruolan wait to put it on, but unexpectedly he couldn't fit it.

"I won't change it." Yiguang-jun took off his wedding clothes, "You don't pay attention to your slenderness on weekdays, how do you maintain it?"

Ruolan is born slender, no matter how much she eats Hesai, she won't gain a single ounce of flesh. How can this teach Yiguang-jun her experience?

"I heard from the little sisters in other palaces that you can drink some hawthorn tea." Ruolan didn't mention which palace or person, even if it didn't work, Mr. Yiguang couldn't find anyone to blame, so that's very good.

"Then go soak some."

"Yes."

After Ruolan left, Mr. Yiguang pinched his waist in front of the bronze mirror, and what Su Yu once said to him suddenly appeared in his mind: This is not a good thing to enjoy in peace, and one should be prepared for danger in times of peace.Xiao Yuer's words are very reasonable, and it is true to think about it.

With these words in mind, Mr. Yiguang drank two large bowls of hawthorn tea. After drinking, he felt refreshed and wished he could wear a wedding dress on his body again.

As the wedding is approaching, more and more fairy families come to Yiguang Hall to congratulate, the warehouses of Yiguang Hall are already full, and the palace people only feel that their eyes are wide open.Ruolan took Ruoshui and a group of careful maids to record the congratulatory gifts in notebooks, more than a dozen notebooks are full of memory, if it is said that Lord Yiguang is a great favor in front of the Emperor of Heaven, the congratulatory gifts of the Emperor of Heaven accounted for five notebooks as much.

"Are you nervous?" Si Mingxing asked after the guests had cleared up, patting Yiguang on the shoulder.

"It's okay." Mr. Yiguang took him to the stone table in the garden and filled him with wine.

"I really didn't expect that you would agree to marry someone else. Tell me, how could you be so arrogant..."

"I never thought about it. But during the days when I was separated from him, I thought about him, but I was afraid that if I offended him, he would do something to hurt himself. I hid my heart in him, and I was afraid of him Seeing it, I'm even more afraid that he won't see it."

"I didn't expect you to be a lover. But in this marriage between you and Mr. Su, don't you feel that you have paid a lot?"

Yiguang Jun held up his wine glass and touched him, "If you really love him, how can you care about gains and losses? Si Ming Xing Jun, have you ever figured out what this love is?"

Si Ming Xingjun blushed a little at what he said, but fortunately his wine covered it up, so he couldn't see that he was ashamed.It's also about writing books for people. It seems that if you don't have Yuelao's qualifications, don't take this job.

"Then will you go back to Yiguang Palace after you get married?" Si Ming Xingjun cleverly changed the subject.

"I won't go back, Xiao Yu'er built a house near Fox Mountain, and will settle there from now on." Thinking of the days after marriage, Mr. Yiguang couldn't help but speak with a little complacency.

"It's really the water that the married Shangxian poured out. I don't know what to say about you!"

"Then stop talking and drink."

"Drink!" Si Ming Xingjun took a sip, his tears almost flowed from the excitement.The day after tomorrow, this person will get married, and I don't know when we will meet again in the future. "You! Don't forget me when you're gone, our friends from the heavens!" If you forget, forget me, just... what can I do?

"No." Yiguang Jun stretched out his sleeve to wipe away the teardrop that was about to fall from the corner of his eye, and murmured: "Friend."

Si Ming Xingjun looked at him obsessively, and all he could keep from him through drunkenness was just this scent of sleeves.This person's tenderness and all his thoughts have been given to that person, and his own thoughts have never caught his eyes, it has always been like this.

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