You are born to be unruly and unruly, but if you can change your life for a close friend and beauty, why should you fear the gossip of others?
But Xia Qingluan is not Wei Moyan after all. She is bleak compared to the dragon among men, and feels inferior compared to the graceful Zixiu. These made her retreat repeatedly in the twists and turns of her infatuated love, and she only strengthened her determination after several life and death attempts. However, just one sentence
One person made her lower her head.
If it were anyone else, she would have refuted it without hesitation, but the other person was someone that even Wei Moyan could not easily shake. His marriage was shallow and he would not be accepted after all.
"Yan'er, do you still remember what you promised me before we went down the mountain?" The old man with cold eyes asked sharply.
"I didn't promise anything at the beginning. Now I am free to marry whomever I want."
Having lived together for several years, Zixiu knew the relationship between the grandfather and grandson very well. Wei Moyan's cold temperament was completely inherited from his master Wu Ya. Since he was young, the conversation between the two has been so blunt, which is not respectful.
It doesn't matter whether it is.
As the last bloodline of the Wei family, the master placed all his hopes on him, and his principle of putting integrity first in life also made her, who had been married on the fingertips, the best candidate for his granddaughter-in-law.
, this decision has nothing to do with his preferences or future.
Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, if it was not eased, they were afraid that the grandfather and grandson would fall out over Hongxian or even take action. Biting his lips, Shang Yu knelt down with his weak body: "Master, it's Ah Yue who doesn't want to marry. Now,
This matter has nothing to do with Miss Hongxian and Mo Yan. They have gone through life and death before they can become a good couple for hundreds of years. I ask Master to make this marriage come true for Ah Yue's sake."
Everyone knows that the most innocent person and the person who has been hurt the most is Zi Xiu.
But she was so kind that she even knelt down to beg for forgiveness for taking away the woman she loved.
His cold eyes tightened, and his anger was no longer concealed, even if he was facing his master and grandfather who gave him life and all the abilities to survive.
"Get up." These words were spoken by the grandfather and grandson in unison.
Old Man Wuya's eyes were sharp and hard to look at: "If you can't protect your own things, you still have to stand up for others. What else can you do? Trash!"
Zixiu buried her head deeply and did not dare to contradict her. Her only resistance was to kneel down. After spending many years with him, those stubbornness that no one could change unknowingly seeped into her bones and blood, mixed with her silent admiration for him.
It condenses into snow and falls all over this life.
If it's what he wants, he would rather give up his life to be with you.
The dragon core grass can only temporarily relieve the condition. After a little excitement, the dull pain in the internal organs suddenly attacks violently again. I can't swallow the coughs one after another, echoing in the empty pavilion. The corners of the vermillion clothes are about to flutter in the wind, and the thick purple has already appeared on the sides of the body.
The silent man leaned over to take care of her, which was better than him.
The reason why he was forced to marry Zixiu was not for the happiness of the two of them, but for the agreement made back then, to marry each other on the fingertips, to be their childhood sweethearts, those ridiculous words that never asked them about their feelings.
My destiny is up to me, neither from heaven nor from man.
What's the use of having unlimited power? What he wants is to win the heart of one person and keep them inseparable. No one can influence his choice, not even his only relative.
"Hua Yu, take her back to rest." Her long sleeves moved slowly and she ignored the old man standing in the center. She turned around and took Xia Qingluan to leave, "If you are here to congratulate me, just wait.
If you are here to disturb the situation, please grandpa leave as soon as possible."
"Betrayal of trust for a woman, is this what I have taught you since you were a child?"
"This is my business."
Except for Zixiu, everyone in the pavilion only knew that the old man was the pavilion master's grandfather, a man of great power back then. However, they didn't know that the old man Wuya's temper was as unpredictable as the pavilion master's, and he was stubborn and brooked no objection.
Yu then described the relationship between the three of them as extremely complicated, which made them all have headaches.
It is well known to everyone that the master of the pavilion attaches great importance to the master of Hongxian Hall. He really would rather give up the world than let you down, so how can he change it easily because of other people's words? I don't know how to resolve this contradiction.
The hand in his palm suddenly moved, and his attention was focused on the conversation. For a moment, he lost his focus, and the fingertips that had just been warmed suddenly left.
He stopped and turned his head to look at the cold-faced woman next to him in disbelief. Wei Moyan felt that his whole body had become stiff, and everything around him had faded and become dull.
She let go of his hand.
Time and time again, and still the same today.
The indifferent white clothes swayed in the dust-free sunlight, scattering all over the desolate ground. Step by step, he walked stubbornly back to the old man with a face similar to his, with his proud head held high, but his voice was trembling.
Others couldn't hear it, but only he could tell that she was trembling.
"Xia Qingluan only belongs to the Pavilion Master in this life. He vows not to regret it until his death. Even if he owes all the debts to the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall, he can only do his best to make up for it. Since the seniors regard the word "faithfulness" as the standard, then we should understand that this is the only way.
The younger generation will never regress."
The days of searching hard amid suspicions and concerns were enough. She had no place to go but the quiet and violent black. When they first met, God had destined that person to be her world.
There was no need to look back, his gaze was clearly visible.
"Master, please grant me permission." The purple figure begged again.
"Senior, please help me."
In an instant, all the disciples in the pavilion looked at each other sincerely, and they all knelt on the ground.
The dragon and the phoenix among such persistent people should no longer be bound by anything. Standing side by side, they are legends that no one can surpass.
Maybe he didn't expect so many people to beg for mercy. Even Yun Yueying, who was protecting him, stood on the opposite side. Old Man Wuya was speechless for a moment, and his two cold eyes under the snow-white eyebrows were filled with coldness: "Okay, okay
! Today I won’t argue with you ignorant juniors, Yan’er, please remember, if I don’t agree with this marriage, she will not be considered a Wei family member after all!”
"Even if she doesn't count, she is still my wife, Wei Moyan."
The two are facing each other, and the dispute between grandfather and grandson is fierce and inevitable. Each holds its own insistence and refuses to give in. One insists on the fiduciary agreement, and the other insists on the deep affection. No one is wrong.
The crane's hair and robes flowed as gracefully as that of an immortal. Amidst the sound of hunting and flying, the crane rushed out of the door and disappeared at the end of the vast autumn scenery.
"Thank you very much, Master Zi Xiu." With Hua Yu's support, Zi Xiu stood up slowly. The white frosted figure bowed her head deeply, her voice low and trembling.
Sighing lightly, the graceful woman who always wanted to stay out of things but was constantly being sucked into the torrent held hands that were colder than hers, her brows as gentle as water: "Don't take it to heart, Master, I will make it clear to you."
.You are not feeling well yet, so take more rest these days, otherwise your wedding day will be a waste of your God-given beauty - the most beautiful day in your life, you must cherish it."
If it can be solved simply, that would be great.
"Qingluan, don't go out these days." There was a deep frown on the sparse face. There were not many things that could make him so worried. Compared with Zixiu's calmness and indifference, it was obvious that Wei Moyan had something worse planned.
Holding Xia Qingluan's hand tightly again, she could still feel the unfinished trembling. It was not easy for her to say those words, and it was even more difficult for him to hear those words.
Guarding oneself against one's grandfather is like guarding against one's enemy, which may seem funny to outsiders, but Wei Moyan and Zixiu know it clearly. With Old Man Wuya's temper, it is very likely that he will target Xia Qingluan directly, either by forcing her to let go or by taking more extreme measures.
Just like Wei Moyan treats those who hurt her.
No one knows whether this marriage will be a funeral like what happened to her in Jiannan. At least, Wei Moyan, who has become the leader of the martial arts alliance, is more troubled than before this time, and the resistance they have to face is impossible to break.