Jiao Xiaoliu tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in her heart. After two lifetimes, she was finally getting married. She must be too nervous.
The sky in the east began to turn white, and everyone who had been busy all night finally looked at their masterpiece with satisfaction. "Xiao Liu, you are so beautiful today..."
"It's just...it's so beautiful..."
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The voices of praise were endless. Jiao Xiaoliu shook his neck that was about to be broken, "Can you help me take off this phoenix crown first...it's so heavy!"
"Um..." Meng Shuyun thought for a while and said compassionately, "There is still some time before the wedding. It is a bit difficult to wear this all the time. Let's take it off for her first."
Mu Yunhua nodded, and gently moved the heavy object on Jiao Xiaoliu's head. Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly felt that his ears and eyes were sharp, "Isn't it okay to wear a red hijab like this? Why do you still need to wear something like that..." Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly
He pointed at the phoenix crown in Mu Yunhua's hand with lingering fear and said.
"If you dare to complain again, I will put this on your head now..." Shaoyao teased Jiao Xiaoliu, which immediately made everyone laugh.
Jiao Xiaoliu rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Sister Shaoyao, why don't you go to the church for me, and I can just go to the bridal chamber..."
"If you really dare to do this, that seventh prince will go crazy..." It was Mu Yunhua who spoke.
"What does it matter... It doesn't matter who the person is. What's important is that it's me who enters the bridal chamber..." Jiao Xiaoliu looked matter-of-factly.
After hearing what our Miss Jiao said, Mu Yunhua's face suddenly turned red, "Xiao Liu, you really want me to tear her to pieces with your mouth now..."
"Amitabha..." A Buddha's name reached everyone's ears, and Jiao Xiaoliu, who was sitting on the dressing table, immediately stood up, "Zen Master Wukong..."
"It's just a poor monk. Isn't it convenient to meet the female benefactor?" A bald figure suddenly appeared on the door of the room. Jiao Xiaoliu lifted up her skirt and opened the door herself, "Of course..."
Zen Master Wukong clasped his hands together and bowed to everyone in the room, "Amitabha, this poor monk was just entrusted by someone to deliver something to Donor Jiao." As he spoke, he took out a pink envelope from his arms.
Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly seemed to be under a restraining spell, staring at the envelope. It wasn't until everyone in the room started to stir that Jiao Xiaoliu reacted and stretched out his trembling hand to take the envelope, "Zen Master, this is...
"Jiao Xiaoliu's voice was even shaking.
"The poor monk recently traveled around and met a female benefactor named Yang Xiaotao..." Master Wukong looked at the extremely excited Jiao Xiaoliu with a smile.
Jiao Xiaoliu took a few deep breaths, "Yang, Yang Xiaotao? Master, are you sure? That woman's name is Yang Xiaotao?"
Master Wukong still clasped his hands on his chest, "Monks don't lie, the place where the poor monk met the female donor was a place called country Z..."
Jiao Xiaoliu no longer had any doubts, and he carefully tore open the envelope, and suddenly a few things fell down. Jiao Xiaoliu hurriedly knelt down to pick them up. When he saw the smiling faces, Jiao Xiaoliu shed tears.
, laughed and cried.
"Xiao Liu, don't cry, or you will turn into a tabby cat..." Mu Yunhua noticed that Jiao Xiaoliu's shoulders were shaking unnaturally, and spoke quickly.
Jiao Xiaoliu calmed down his mood and stood up, "Thank you, Master Wukong. Thank you very much. This is the most precious wedding gift I have ever received..."
