While worshiping heaven and earth, Cheng Xiaobai kept looking towards the southwest corner of the banquet, where a figure dressed in brilliant white sat alone and silently.
Everyone was immersed in the joy, and no one saw the cheerful young man's lips twitching slightly, or a hint of sadness in his eyes. However, the veiled figure in the distance could clearly see that he was calling her.
elder sister.
His beloved sister, the only relative in the world.
Even on their wedding day, the two siblings still couldn't recognize each other. He was the only son of a wealthy family and had nothing to do with the world or the court; while she was a person who affected the world and was a key criminal for whom the court offered a reward of a thousand taels of gold.
No relationship is allowed between them.
Although he was right in front of him, he could only pretend to be a stranger, and was not even allowed to call him affectionately face to face. Cheng Xiaobai could not blame his adoptive father Cheng Xianggong. He understood that everything was for his own good, whether it was his adoptive father or his sister.
It took many years to protect him.
The ridiculous action of raising the tea cup in the distance, seemingly toasting to the heavens, made everyone chuckle. Only those who stood on both sides of the courtyard across the hustle and bustle understood the meaning of this glass of wine.
The beautiful face hidden behind the white gauze nodded lightly, with infinite tenderness in her eyes.
Yun Yirong didn't know all this. She didn't even know that Xia Qingluan was present. Hidden under the hijab, she had been thinking about how to use Cheng Xiaobai to take revenge, until a trembling announcement was shouted.
"Po, Pavilion Master Wei of Poyue Pavilion is here to congratulate you!"
Suddenly, the noisy courtyard fell into dead silence.
Even people who don't care about world affairs know those two names, Poyue Pavilion and Wei Moyan.
A name that symbolizes slaughter and dominance.
Cheng Xianggong's face on the high seat visibly darkened. Xiao Bai and Xia Qingluan had known each other for several years. In order for him to continue to live a clean life away from the grudges of the world, Cheng Xianggong and Xia Qingluan had made an agreement.
, Cheng Xiaobai's life experience must not be explained to outsiders, and he should be allowed to live a normal life as the only son of the Cheng family rather than as a descendant of General Xiao.
Now, she stubbornly risked her life to come here, and even asked the Poyue Pavilion Master to appear here in a high-profile manner. Was she afraid that people would not know about her relationship with Cheng Xiaobai, or she felt that the life of their father and son was too peaceful?
, you have to stir up a storm before you give up?
In the silence, the first person to react was the bride Yun Yirong.
He came, he came to see her marrying another man unwillingly. Yun Yirong sneered and pulled off her hijab, unabashedly looking at the cold and aloof man, with mist in her eyes. However, that man
He didn't even notice her existence.
"What are you doing here?" Cheng Xiaobai subconsciously blocked Yun Yirong behind him, his disgust palpable.
If Wei Moyan hadn't driven Yun Yirong out of Poyue Pavilion, how could she have suffered such misfortune? The hatred for Wei Moyan has been around for a long time and continues to grow. For Cheng Xiaobai, the two most important women in his life are both
Being restrained by Wei Moyan not only hurt them, but also severely shattered his dignity - such a powerless brother, such an incompetent father-in-law, he couldn't protect anyone.
"Of course I'm here to congratulate you." The cold breath frightened the surrounding guests to retreat. Within a few steps, only the tall and tall figure was left. Wei Moyan said with an expressionless face, "The doctor is originally from Poyue Pavilion, and I am here to congratulate you.
Any questions?"
Cheng Xiaobai had nothing to say. After all, everyone knew that Yun Yirong came from Poyue Pavilion. Even though she was kicked out, she was still from the Seventh Floor Zhu Pavilion.
"If you are here to congratulate me, please take a seat, Pavilion Master Wei." Vicissitudes of life's powerful voice suddenly appeared, and it was the head of the family, Cheng Xianggong, who spoke. No matter what complaints or dissatisfaction there are, the marriage should be completed first.
Xuan Yi sat down nearby and looked directly at the woman in white in the corner: "Qing Luan."
Xia Qingluan closed her eyes and sighed briefly.
But after being away for half a day, his obsession is still chasing him to the end of the world. Why come to disturb the marriage if it has nothing to do with him? However, at this point, he can only try to deal with it as smoothly as possible to ensure that the marriage is completed smoothly.
The plain white figure jumped to his side in the blink of an eye and sat down next to him.
"Stop making trouble." Xia Qingluan whispered.
"I just came to congratulate you." His calm and solemn expression did not change. Wei Moyan raised his hand and said, "Young Master Cheng, don't worry, please continue."
Cheng Xiaobai wanted to rush up and argue with him, but when he saw Xia Qingluan secretly shaking his head, he had to give up. However, the festive and lively atmosphere just now no longer existed. The focus of everyone's attention shifted from the newlyweds to the master of Poyue Pavilion and his half-hidden family.
On an indifferent woman without makeup.
With a graceful and graceful appearance, a pair of merciless black eyes that are calm and cold, and such an alluring appearance with a mysterious aura of ice, it must be Hongxian, the "number one killer" of Poyue Pavilion.
Wei Moyan, Hongxian, is an almost perfect existence at the top of the martial arts world. With one string and one sword, they guard each other side by side. Wherever the sword points, the string sings three thousand times.
Countless people have speculated, what kind of woman will such a dragon among men choose to be his companion throughout his life? Is it the graceful and stunning Zixiu, who is world-famous in both civil and military skills, or is it the Hongxian who is as indifferent as snow and carries mysteries to kill? It seems,
Now there is an answer.
The hand used to holding a sword has joints like bamboo, and the fingers are strong and slender, covering the back of the slender and white hand very naturally.
Xia Qingluan wanted to take her hand away, but the force on it was not allowed. She suddenly understood that Wei Moyan deliberately wanted everyone to see it and let the whole world know that this was why he suddenly appeared here today.
Purpose.
After all her worries and hesitations disappeared, he eagerly wanted to prove something.
Cheng Xiaobai and Yun Yirong naturally saw their overlapping palms, one dark and the other cold.
The first outsider to know about their relationship was Yun Yirong. While others were still speculating about the ambiguity between the Poyue Pavilion master and his closest subordinate, she had already witnessed the nearly successful proposal in the Rain Pavilion and broke it.
Yes, it was her.
She will never allow those two people to be together, even if she uses herself as a chess piece to set up a game where the stars will change and the world will change.
"Ms. sir." A soft and shy voice called out in a low voice. Cheng Xiaobai was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was calling him. He couldn't help but be elated and his face was filled with ecstasy. He didn't care who came uninvited.
At that time, the church service had passed, and the bride was supposed to be taken back to the new house by Xi Po, but Yun Yirong had no intention of leaving. She was chasing after her to ridicule her when she was so down, and she showed off that man's obsession with her in front of everyone.
Love, how can she get her wish and return home happily?
"Since my sister and the master of the pavilion are both here, why not go and serve tea? My husband, you can also take the opportunity to have a few words with your sister."
Cheng Xiaobai has always regretted that he could not share the joy with his only relative even after getting married. If he could use the relationship between Yun Yirong and Poyue Pavilion to serve a cup of tea in an open and honest manner, this regret would be more or less made up for. With this reminder, never again
Regardless of any etiquette, he directly pulled Yun Yirong towards the banquet.
"Sister." Cheng Xiaobai couldn't help but shout softly when she couldn't get any closer.
"I have met the pavilion master, the master of Hongxian Hall." The pink beauty has a bright smile, and there is no trace of resentment.
Xia Qingluan took the tea from Yun Yirong and tried to speak as warmly as possible: "No need to be polite. Since you have left Poyue Pavilion, you don't need to call me by this name anymore." She turned around to look at the people around her, but she didn't accept it at all.
Tea cup plan.
Yun Yirong didn't show any displeasure. She put down her tea cup and held Cheng Xiaobai in her arms. She was full of joy, and her words seemed to be intentional or unintentional.
"Why don't you see Sister Zixiu come with you? Ah, look at my memory, I almost forgot. The Pavilion Master should pay more attention to Sister Zixiu on weekdays. Although her illness is incurable, if she can maintain a relaxed mood,
Don't worry, it won't affect your life in the short term." Seeing Xia Qingluan's eyes darken, Yun Yirong knew that he had hit her mark, and the look of pretentious worry on his face became stronger, "Yirong
Although I'm no longer in the pavilion, I can't bear to think of Sister Zixiu's illness getting worse every time you neglect her, Pavilion Master."
The most powerful and cruel trick in the world is not to decide life or death with a snap of your fingers, but to destroy a strong will with just a few words.
The girl in a bright red dress chuckled sincerely, and watched as the two hands stacked together pulled away from each other.
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