After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"It's good time! Open the door!"

With a creak, the door of the Zheng Family Courtyard opened from the inside.

The monks on both sides of the long street unanimously yelled: "Congratulations to the fairy for a good match! Great!"

The word "great joy" spread far and wide, and Cui Wang pulled the reins and lifted his robe down from the unicorn.

Countless disciples in white also landed behind them at the same time. They drew their swords and shouted:

"Congratulations to Xianjun!"

The young man shouted vigorously, shook the five mountains, and spread to the boudoir, causing Wang to smile:

"It seems that the future son-in-law has invited many people."

In his words, he seemed to be extremely satisfied with the future son-in-law.

Marriage in the mortal world, regardless of family or common people, pays attention to the "big scene". The bigger the scene, the more attention is paid to the woman.

Zheng Yu's Soul Consciousness had seen the situation outside, and Cui Wang probably brought all the young Jianxiu who had grown out of their martial arts over. At a glance, the line was endless from the street to the end.

Can't help but smile:

"It's too hard for him."

"Yeah, such a cold temper, but after busying with all the trivial matters at the wedding, he was not willing to let you move a finger. I thought you couldn't do this back then."

Wang sighed.

Zheng Wan stretched out a finger and said with a smile:

"Who said that? I made the wedding dress myself."

"Okay, when the mother-in-law doesn't know you?"

Wang slapped her on the shoulder, "You just got your head up, cut twice, and suddenly said that you are going to break through. It takes more than half a month to go to retreat. This wedding dress is still made by the son-in-law. Look, This kind of embroidery is like a phoenix Yu Fei, so lifelike, A-niang, I didn't expect that the hand holding the sword could embroider, and embroider it so well."

When Zheng Wan heard it for the first time, he shook his head quickly:

"That's impossible. Cui Wang drew at most embroideries. He embroidered the clothes at Xiuniang's shop."

"How can it be impossible?"

Wang’s eyes were soft. "He also asked me about the needle technique several times. There were many pinholes in his fingers... A-niang asked him why he took this effort. He said that there is only one wedding in a lifetime. There is only one in a lifetime. Since you can't do it, then he will come."

"My future son-in-law, his mouth is stupid," Wang said with emotion, "Aniang guessed, he probably wanted to say, I hope you won't feel a trace of regret when you think of this wedding in the future."

Wedding dresses have always been embroidered by the newlyweds themselves. It represents a strong expectation for the future. Even poor girls know that they have to embroider a red dress to marry a person; let alone a more delicate family-let the embroider do it. , There is a layer in the end.

Zheng Wan looked at the red wedding gown in the mirror, buckled the begonia on the front, and embroidered the figure of the Phoenix Yu Fei on his shoulders. The small tassels embellished the whole wedding gown smartly and beautifully.

This is a wedding dress that is not inferior even if it is put in a garment shop.

Her eyes were slightly wet, and she smiled and cursed:

"fool."

Outside the courtyard, Li Siyi leaned a step slightly and followed Cui Wang into the courtyard. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing:

"Junior, I didn't expect that you can embroider? It's really not good to look at, but—"

"But what?"

Cui Wangchao, Zheng Zhai, who was the first to stand in the courtyard, arched his hands, stood respectfully, and called "Yue Zhang".

"But you are still in the Void Realm from Wei Xianjun, the steel and iron bones of your body, ten fingers are pricked by a needle, and they are healed by pinching a trick. Why do you still have a pinhole to see the future mother-in-law?"

Cui Wang didn't look back:

"forget."

"Oh—" Li Siyi stretched his voice, "forgot?"

"Naturally I forgot."

Cui Wang glanced at him faintly, "It seems that the senior brother has quite a lot of experience in sword practice recently, and he intends to discuss one or two with him."

Li Siyi was bluffed by the threats in his words. Although he made rapid progress while discussing with his junior and senior students, but that day, it was really not acceptable for ordinary people.

Was busy waving his hands:

"Okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, let's not mention this topic."

Cui Wang was satisfied.

Zheng Zhai over there also looked at the crowd who came in with satisfaction, to be precise, the first man in the red groom's robe.

This is a very good-looking young man, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Needless to say, his face is a bit worse than when he was young, but he was still quite proud of the crowd.

The most important thing is that they really hurt their own good girl to the bone.

He has never seen any Lang Junken himself who wrote the red poems that filled the courtyard for the newlyweds, nor has he seen any Lang Junken making clothes for the newlyweds, nor has he seen any Lang Jun. Because the Dongzhu on the phoenix crown is not complete enough, he will go down to the sea to get the pearl.

In the past few months, Cui Wang's performance completely subverted Zheng Zhai's previous assumptions.

He is like a melting iceberg, looking at it coldly, but touching it with a different taste-this person is awkwardly showing good to him and Lang Lang, and all these changes are only because of his Zheng Zhai's daughter.

It is rare in the world that it is not creeping from a low position to a high position, but a high position succumbing to a low position because of the love of the house and the black.

However, although satisfied, the next procedure has to be passed.

Zheng Zhai clapped his hands:

"Awesome stick!"

A group of monks, both men and women, came out behind them, holding sticks, and blocking the road leading to the atrium.

Qing Shuang raised her voice:

"Xianjun, sorry!"

Everyone in Xuancang Realm has benefited from Liwei Xianjun's move to open the fairy scrolls, but their Yuqingmen is the maiden family of Zhenhuan Zhenjun, so they naturally want to help kill the bridegroom's prestige—

This is the original words of Zhen Huan Zhen Aye.

The most important thing is that the first person in the Profound Cang Realm who is usually above the top is now standing in front of them, and they will have the opportunity to carry the stick without being hated, only this time.

"Copy guy, come on!"

The brothers from Yuqingmen rushed up and beat with sticks.

The white-clothed disciple of the Guixu Sect had received an order earlier, knowing that this "killing rod" could only escape, and could not fight back, but could only flee in embarrassment.

Qing Shuang carried the stick and beat with excitement. When she saw her, she swung her red robe before she saw it, and subconsciously swung it up—

"not good!"

Qing Shuang subconsciously wanted to take it, but who knew that the stick was hit hard and hit Liwei Xianjun's back heavily.

Qingshuang's face turned pale in fright, he, he actually hit Liwei Xianjun! I don’t even mean to hide from Wei Xianjun...

Others were also taken aback by this scene, especially the Yuqingmen, who stopped in the air with the "killing stick" in their hands.

At this time, a red figure suddenly fell from the courtyard to the center of the crowd.

Zheng Yu was dressed in a phoenix crown, red and warm, half covering his face with a fan, only showing a pair of graceful eyes:

"Cui Wang, do you want it?"

Cui Wang bent his eyes suddenly.

As the ice and snow melted, happy together, stabbing everyone present to look away, and couldn't help but glance at it secretly.

"It doesn't matter."

He said.

This scene is called Zheng Zhai's taste.

Immediately seeing this wonderful son-in-law was not pleasing to the eye, he began to rush people:

"Wanyu, what are you messing up with? The process hasn't gone through yet. After the killer, there are still makeup poems, makeup poems, and fan poems. Go in!"

Zheng Wan shook his head, but refused:

"Aye, the killer rod is also hit, and the daughter is here, and the makeup is done, why not write a poem directly."

Zheng Zhai: "..."

The ancients are right, the women's college is not staying, but staying and staying will become enemies.

"Okay, since the girl said that, Aye can't be the wicked person." Zheng Zhai stroked his beard and smiled kindly. "In ancient times, Cao Zhi made a poem in seven steps. You are a good son-in-law, so naturally you can't be better than that. The flesh is poor."

"No if-limit seven steps, one step into a poem, how about?"

Li Siyi:...

He glanced at the younger brother. It is said that the little red xuan poems covered with the door of Guixu were written by the younger brother himself, but those disciples did not know how much time they spent, perhaps as early as a few years ago, they began to accumulate. ?

And this step becomes a poem, which is too difficult—

Little Junior Brother is smart, but he didn't go to study literally.

"Lao Zhangren, Lao Zhangren—" Li Siyi squeezed his neck in the sight of Cui Wang's glimpse, "We are all rough men practicing swords. We only practice swords and don't chant poems. If you let my younger brother Come dance a sword for you?"

"Sword is the way, not to entertain people."

Before Zheng Zhai could speak, Cui Wang resolutely denied it.

Zheng Zhai is not upset. On the contrary, he prefers such a principled and persevering young man.

He waved his hand:

"Then change it—"

"You don't have to change," Cui Wang's voice was faint, "That's it."

He looked at Zheng Wan, and she stood in front of him, half-covering Furong's face with a fan, revealing a section of her skin that was crystal clear as snow, and her red ears swayed and swayed in her ears.

Cui Wang stepped out.

"In the past year, I will go to Yujing, the first immortal Xu Zhuangtou.

Today, for the Qin Jin Hui, Luan Feng went down to the makeup building as an early education. "

Two steps:

"I don't know what eve is, urge the balcony to approach the quiet platform.

Who said that hibiscus is planted in water, one branch opens in the bronze mirror. "

The breeze was rustling, and the man wore a warm crimson robe, but he was still like a bright moon. He became a poem step by step, and gradually approached the female red makeup.

"It is rumored that the red powder will be lowered by the candle, and don't make spring in front of the mirror stage.

No need to load and unload—"

The seventh step, stop.

Cui Wang looked down at Zheng Wan, saying every word, "—Keep your eyebrows waiting to be painted."

Zheng Wan's ball fan fell down.

It reveals a face that is more delicate than Lotus and more beautiful than Peony, and it is difficult to paint with all the poems and all the pen and ink in the world.

The two of them looked at each other, and they seemed to remember the scene when he first stroked her eyebrows in the mortal world.

The world went around for a long time, and in the end, it seemed to return to the original point, but it was not the original point.

Zheng Wan's eyebrows are crooked:

"Are you Cui Wang?"

Cui Wang remembered the first meeting after growing up. The heavy snow was flying, she knelt on the bluestone ground, and he asked her, "Are you Zheng Wan?"

"Yes, I'm Cui Wang, what a coincidence, Zheng Wan."

I, Cui's Wanglang, would like to make a white-headed appointment with Zheng's Wanniang. From then on, love will be unquestioned.

I, the Zheng family's wife, would like to make a white-headed appointment with Cui family's Wanglang. From then on, love is unquestionable.