The solemn wedding bell finally rang slowly, and people from all walks of life were sitting neatly in the church.
Lan Nuyin and Yi Yanfeng sat in the front row.
There was a dignified priest standing in the center of the oversized stage. Lan Nuanyin really admired him for being able to hold the weddings of six couples at the same time.
I saw him on the stage chattering endlessly about issues that need to be paid attention to before and after the wedding.
Finally, he spoke calmly and said,
"Six couples are invited to enter below."
An Yuye & Jing Yatong.
Hyun Woo & Mong Hill.
Xuan Luo & Shui Yan (Qing Yan).
Mo Qing & Jun Xie.
Mo Ling & Jie Yan.
Mo Yan & Luo Chenyi.
They are undoubtedly the center of attention in the Star Temple.
There are all kinds of wedding dresses, which are even more spectacular than wedding dress exhibitions. They have different tastes on everyone.
The only thing they have in common is that they are stunningly beautiful.
Jin whispered in Lan Nuyin's ear, "Xiao Nu, if you put on a wedding dress, you will definitely be more dazzling than them."
Wedding dress...
She seems to have worn it.
Unfortunately, the memory is a bit blurry.
"The day she puts on the wedding dress is the day your heart breaks." Yi Yanfeng said lukewarmly.
Jin snorted, "Don't think that I don't have a temper, it's just that I don't have a temper for Xiaonu. If you provoke me again, believe it or not, I won't help you heal your injuries?"
“If you don’t help, you won’t help!”
"snort!"
The blue crossbow sound is caught in the middle and is neither left nor right, which is called a tangle.
"Yi Yanfeng, you are serious. Didn't I ask you to be nicer to Jin?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"Xiao Nu, leave him alone!"
Lan Nuyin was smart enough to stop talking and concentrate on watching the wedding.
"Mr. An Yuye, are you willing to marry Miss Jing Yatong as your wife? From now on, we will share the honor and disgrace through thick and thin. No matter whether you are rich or poor, in health or illness, you will never abandon her or give up on her. Will you hold your hand and grow old with me?"
"I do." An Yuye's eyes fell on Jing Yatong's crimson cheeks.
Maybe he woke up a little late, but it was still late, wasn't it?
He still has a chance to give her happiness.
He was lucky. After realizing that his relationship was hopeless, he met a woman who would never leave him.
"Miss Jing Yatong, are you willing to marry Mr. An Yuye as your wife? From now on, we will share the honor and disgrace through thick and thin. No matter whether you are rich or poor, in health or in pain, you will never abandon him or give up on him. Hold your hand and grow old with me?"
"I do." Jing Yatong's face was filled with a happy smile. She waited passionately and without regrets, and finally got the happiness she wanted.
Lan Nuyin inexplicably remembered the wedding that year and held Yi Yanfeng's hand tightly. They were too immature back then. Maybe they didn't expect that a few years later they would love each other more than their own lives.
In this world, things are impermanent.
"Mr. Xuanyu, are you willing to marry Miss Mengxier..."
Lan Nuyin found that just reciting the oath was annoying enough, but fortunately the pastor could continue to recite it without changing his expression.
Lan Nuyin paid attention to Yi Yanfeng. Logically speaking, he would have an attack every half an hour, but today he was unusually sitting there fine.
But his face is still very pale.
"Feng, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?" Lan Nuyin asked in a low voice, worry filling his brows.
Yi Yanfeng shook his head, "I'm fine, silly girl."
"I'm just afraid it will hurt you!"
An hour later, the tedious process of vowing, exchanging rings, etc. was finally completed.
The pastor was finally willing to let the newcomers go. It seemed that he was the most tired, but he didn't look tired at all.
The newlyweds fell to the ground in admiration.
"Haha, Your Highness, actually I want to drink from you the most."
"That's right, let's drink it together with the young lady's share."
Everyone looked like they would not give up until Yi Yanfeng got drunk.
Seeing that Yi Yanfeng's face was abnormally pale, Lan Nuoyin held his hand worriedly.
Yi Yanfeng smiled reassuringly at her. There were signs of rioting and restlessness in his body.
Yi Yanfeng took Lan Nuyin and stood up. Everyone laughed and pushed the two of them onto the stage.
"Your Highness, Madam, I think you two are the focus of the wedding! So..." Mo Qing smiled slyly. "Let's be kind and kiss for ten minutes, okay?"
Lan Nuyin and Yi Yanfeng looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Ten minutes...
"That's right!! Kiss!! Ten minutes!!" Everyone cheered.
Jin sat in the back with a helpless look on his face, really envious and jealous.
Yi Yanfeng stared at Lan Nuoyin, the smile on her lips seemed to have absorbed all the brilliance in the world, and her eyes were as clear as ice, as clear as fire, and affectionate.
Lan Nuoyin's cheeks had a faint blush, and her sweet smile never faded away.
Yi Yanfeng lowered his head and slowly moved closer to her lips.
Just when his lips were less than one centimeter away from hers, the world suddenly spun before her eyes, followed by endless darkness.
With a bang, Yi Yanfeng fainted and fell to the ground.