This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

After the rain is sunny.

In order to deceive others, the two lived separately for the time being.Today's big wedding, Zhou Daguan sent a few skilled women over to do Feng Wujing's makeup, looking at the colorful rouge and gouache in the makeup grate, Feng Wujing hesitated.

Left and right are not really married, he is a big man, so thick and colorful, it's too creepy.

The girls looked at the ice-cold aura around Feng Wujing, none of them dared to take the initiative to step forward, and let the young man dress neatly by himself.

Feng Wujing wore the improved Zhenghong Wedding Clothes, a beaded crown on his head, and a hipa on his head.A man's physique is wider than a woman's. This bright red wedding dress is a little unsuitable for him, but it is in stark contrast to Feng Wujing's usual loose and undisciplined appearance. It looks a bit bright and moving.

The young man in red turned his head gracefully, and his black hair slid down his broad shoulders. He reached out to the mouth of the porcelain vase placed on the table, and took out a pale peony flower from it with a casual attitude.With one hand behind his back, he leaned forward slightly, and handed Shaoyao to a girl next to him.

The girl suddenly received the gift, and her neck and earlobe were instantly dyed a thin crimson color. She lowered her head to catch the flower, and thanked her in a murmur.

Feng Wujing laughed out loud in satisfaction, then raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his bony hand towards another pure white peony in the white jade porcelain vase.

He thought that he could give this flower to Gu Langqing later.

The moment Feng Wujing touched the dark green branch with his fingertips, his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became chaotic.

A scarlet rose flower appeared in front of Feng Wujing's eyes, his temples twitched, he couldn't help sighing and curling his fingers, protruding knuckles to reach the acupoints, and massaged lightly or heavily to soothe it.

After a while, Feng Wujing finally suppressed the depression in his heart, without hesitation, he withdrew his hand that was reaching out to Bai Shaoyao.

Feng Wujing frowned in distress, peony is not suitable for Gu Langqing, maybe the bright rose is the perfect match - the holy Bai Zi should be dyed with dark red blood, so that it can better reflect the beauty and refinement of the white-clothed fairy.

Outside the door was a lively celebration with gongs and drums, Feng Wujing quickly went through a lot of red tape, and then stepped on the jeweled sedan chair that he saw yesterday.

At the same time, Gu Langqing and Prince Wang's preparations were also proceeding in an orderly manner.Gu Langqing promised the prince that he only needs to show his face, but the prince tremblingly made up and dressed, obviously he didn't even want to show his face.

Sitting in the sedan chair, getting up the sedan chair, Feng Wujing was bored, with his wrist on his head, the other hand was hidden in the wide sleeve robe, and he was lightly playing with a silver-white bell.

Fireworks exploded from time to time, but this procession led to the valley of death.

He lowered his eyes and recalled the negotiation with Gu Langqing yesterday.

The sound of pattering rain fell on the eaves, and beautiful sprays bloomed on the window sills.

Gu Langqing handed Feng Wujing a piece of paper, on which was the oath that he needed to read out when he got married tomorrow.

Feng Wujing stared at the note and read a few words silently in his heart, and immediately questioned that he had a male voice and it was inappropriate to pronounce it aloud.Gu Langqing was indifferent and smiled at him.

Feng Wujing had doubts on his face: "Is it a village rule to recite oaths?"

Gu Langqing gently shook his head in denial: "No, it's just that I think it's more sincere to read it aloud, and it's easier to attract demons."

Feng Wujing slightly raised his eyebrows.

Forget it, anyway, it was the groom who had the accident, so Gu Langqing, as the Heavenly Steed Immortal, could go wrong.

But all the brides are missing... It doesn't matter, then let him meet this little demon who knows no good or bad, and dares to make trouble under the nose of his demon king.

The candle flame was swayed left and right by the strong wind outside the window, and Gu Langqing's voice was so ethereal that it was covered by the roar of thunder, and it sounded like nothingness and change.

A bolt of pale lightning struck down, reflected on Gu Langqing's smiling face, and accompanied by his soft tone, shattered into the dark night.

"Bring Yeyong tomorrow, my essence and blood are fused into it, if anything happens, you can rely on it to find me."

"Ye Yong".

Along with the violent wind and rain outside the window, the silver bell carried by Feng Wujing's cuff suddenly rang clearly.

"Jingle Bell……"

Feng Wujing fished out the silver bell that kept screaming from his cuff, and picked up two fingers to hold the red thread tied on the top of the small bell. The dark red silk thread was implanted deep in the silver bell, bringing people many imaginative fantasies.

Could it be that the color of the silk thread was dyed with Gu Langqing's blood essence?

Feng Wujing didn't think too much, and let out a "hmm".

The rain outside the window didn't stop, and Ye Yong kept chirping happily.

Gu Langqing turned around and stepped barefoot on the wool carpet. Under her well-proportioned long legs, the two depressions at the ankles were full of temptation.The man's long hair was tied up with silver and white rubber bands, but a strand of jet-black color was casually draped over his shoulders.

Can't help but make people have an urge to tear off the rubber band that binds the man's hair, and watch him lying in front of him with disheveled hair.

Feng Wujing's eyes were dyed red, coupled with such a hearty rainy night, he felt that the small and exquisite bell should have been firmly tied to the ankle of the white-clothed fairy, which was comparable to white porcelain.

On the willow twigs on the moon, the shadows of people are swaying, and the silver bells are ringing.

The sound of the violent rain combined with the crisp ringtone—this should be called Eternal Night.

But at this time, Gu Langqing seemed to have noticed the burning gaze of the young man, and looked back lightly.

"Yan An, what's wrong?"

Feng Wujing was so stuffy and breathless under the heavy hijab, he simply lifted the bright red cloth, and lifted the car curtain with his fingertips.Under the light and shadow, the young man's face was handsome and sharp, he yawned lazily, and was drowsy from being shaken by the sedan chair.

Finally got off the sedan chair, only to see a white and slender hand reaching into the curtain of the sedan chair, Feng Wujing let out a laugh, put his hand on it, and was dragged out of the sedan chair by that person.

Get off the sedan chair, salute, and pay homage.

Feng Wujing casually walked through a series of procedures.

The master of ceremonies took out a piece of red silk and handed one end to the groom and the other to the bride.

The master of ceremonies who presided over the wedding banquet was a short and fat woman. Of course she knew that today's wedding banquet was just a formality, the main purpose was to attract monsters, and it is human nature to be afraid of monsters. The two of them listened to the sound of suona countless times in their ears-they were very frightened.

Everyone knows that suona not only plays joy, but also mourns.

The master of ceremonies' face was covered with beads of sweat due to nervousness, and her voice trembled as she recited the originally ordered words.

"One line of marriage, thank God for my lover."

"The old moon will live three lives, and the flowers fade and bloom again."

"Now, let's invite the bride and groom to drink together and recite the oath to each other—"

Feng Wujing's vision was completely covered by the hijab, and when he heard rustling noises beside him, he turned around slowly, looking at Gu Langqing by feeling.

The atmosphere in the room was saturated by the cheerful music. Gu Langqing had his hair tied up in a bun and was dressed in red makeup. He looked at the young man in front of him solemnly, and his eyes were full of thin red sourness.

The Hebei wine was arranged between the two, standing facing each other, Gu Langqing picked up the wine in the silver cup in front of him, the wine was crystal clear, reflecting the blurred light and shadow of the man in white.

Seeing that Feng Wujing also picked up the wine glass, Gu Langqing's grip on the wine glass became stronger and stronger until his knuckles turned white.

The salute sounded.

The two bowed to each other and read their oaths.

Gu Langqing swallowed the bitterness in his heart, he had waited for this day for too long.Knowing that it is not true, but willing to sink.

He was soft, afraid that the person would understand, but even more afraid that he would not understand.

"Resentment son, forgetting to go home, rejoicing in fragrance and leaving behind thoughts." ①

Feng Wujing seemed to have paused.

Gu Langqing suffocated slightly as the man stopped breathing, his internal organs seemed to be entangled by an invisible hand, and when he came to his senses, he realized that half of the wine in the cup had been spilled unconsciously by him. The stars are falling on the red carpet.

Suona still does not stop.

Feng Wujing's voice was muffled in the hijab, so dull that he couldn't hear any emotion.

"Shooting the sky and looking back at the light, looking at the beauty and looking at the sky."②

The robes on Gu Langqing's body trembled with his movements.

But with Feng Wujing covering his head, it is of course impossible to notice the abnormality of the person in front of him.

He raised his hand very casually, and intertwined with Gu Langqing's hands, rubbing his elbows, then raised his head, and drank the mixed wine in the cup in one gulp.

Due to his sight being blocked, Feng Wujing inadvertently sprinkled two drops of clear wine on his red hijab. The two dark red dots on the hijab pierced Gu Langqing's eyes. He lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and looked away. .

"Licheng—sent to the bridal chamber."

The master of ceremonies looked at the backs of the two people who were going far away, and finally exhaled slowly.

Gu Langqing led Feng Wujing to the pepper room through the red silk that the two of them were implicated in, and the bright red flower shape designed in the middle of the red silk was just a huge rose.

The pepper room was filled with red candles and silk ribbons. Gu Langqing couldn't tell what it was like between the lights and shadows.

Regret, sadness, mixed with some unspeakable helplessness and pain, regret, and vaguely, complete.

Gu Langqing led Feng Wujing to sit on the bed. At this moment, he had an inexplicable illusion in his heart. Gu Langqing always felt that Feng Wujing was waiting obediently and quietly just like an ordinary bride. He went to lift off the obtrusive red hijab to get a glimpse of his true face.

Feng Wujing was dressed like this, making his waist slender. Even though he had a man's broad frame, he was still surprisingly handsome.

The lights fluttered, the wind swayed the trees, the spider webs outside the door were blown away, and the colorful spiders fell from the banana tree and landed on the soft ground.

Gu Langqing sighed softly, and took Yu Ruyi from the wooden table. Yu Ruyi was icy cold, and the temperature of his already bone-chilling fingertips was no match.

He walked towards Feng Wujing step by step, and Yu Ruyi put on the man's red hijab.

Boom!

Hearing the strange noise, Feng Wujing suddenly lifted his hijab.

He was still sitting in the exquisitely repaired pepper room, but Gu Langqing, who was supposed to appear in front of his eyes, was nowhere to be seen, while Bai Yuruyi lying quietly on the ground clearly showed that——

The demon is here.

At the same time, Ye Yongling, who had been silent in Feng Wujing's sleeve, rang suddenly.

"Jingle Bell……"

The sound, Lingling, is pleasant to hear, and it is endless.

The author says:

①Resentful son, I am disappointed and forget to return, and I am not idle when you think about me.

……

Du Heng was taken by Shi Lanxi, and Fang Xinxi lost his thoughts.

——Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost"

②Osmanthus and blue oars, hit the sky and trace the streamer.I am in my arms, looking at the beauty in the sky.

——Su Shi's "Red Cliff Fu"