Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen were walking hand in hand on the small road outside the city. Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly laughed and said, "This is called road-crushing in our place."
Although Feng Qianchen couldn't understand Jiao Xiaoliu's words, he still laughed with her and said, "I took note of it."
"Actually, getting married there is very simple, but not only the groom will receive guests, but the bride will also be received outside." Jiao Xiaoliu told Feng Qianchen about the wedding in his world, "The bride will not wear red on that day either.
Wear a white wedding dress instead of a wedding dress.”
Feng Qianchen frowned, "White?"
Jiao Xiaoliu nodded and smiled mysteriously, "You don't have to worry so much. I'll show you something when I get back."
"Why do you need to wear white when you get married?" The Seventh Prince of Love was still struggling with the issue of white. Jiao Xiaoliu scratched his head, "Because white represents purity." She remembered what others had said.
Suddenly paused, "When we get married, we will make a hundred-year promise in front of all our relatives and friends." Then he added silently in his heart, "But the divorce rate is also surprisingly high."
Feng Qianchen was already confused by the wedding mentioned by Jiao Xiaoliu. But Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly became interested and looked around, "There's no one here anyway, how about we simulate a wedding there?"
"Okay." No matter how unreasonable Jiao Xiaoliu's request is, our Bingshan Prince will always have only one word, okay!
Jiao Xiaoliu stopped, exhaled a breath, faced Feng Qianchen, and because of the height difference, he took a step back and cleared his throat, "Mr. Feng Qianchen, from today on, Ms. Jiao Xiaoliu will be your wife."
Legal wife, from now on, I will always be with her through life and death, love her, respect her, comfort her, and protect her. No matter life, old age, illness or death, you will never leave her, whether you are rich or poor, are you willing to do this?"
Feng Qianchen smiled and said, "Of course I do."
"It's your turn to ask me," Jiao Xiaoliu raised his chin, "I won't remind you what I just said."
"Ms. Jiao Xiaoliu, from today on, Mr. Feng Qianchen will become your legal husband. From now on, he will always be with her in life and death, and he will cherish her, respect her, comfort her, and protect her, no matter whether he is born, old, sick or dead, poor or rich.
I will never leave him, are you willing to do this?"
"I do." Jiao Xiaoliu sniffed and held back the tears that were about to fall. "Next, it's time to exchange...the token of love." I wanted to say a ring, but then I thought about this impromptu matter. Where did I prepare the ring?
, can only be changed into a token of love.
Feng Qianchen was stunned when he heard this, "A token of love? I'm not prepared..."
"It's okay," Jiao Xiaoliu smiled brightly, holding Feng Qianchen's arm, let's go to the market to choose one. Jiao Xiaoliu was also happy to hear about this, because there was nothing about her that could be called...
The only thing that can be used as a token of love is the 'Wind-Slashing Sword', but isn't it a little bad to use this as a token of love?
The two of them walked together on the bustling street the day after their wedding. Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly thought of the time when Feng Qianchen bought him candied haws. It seemed that she had never given him anything since they met until they got married.
Thinking in my mind, I paid attention everywhere and wanted to give Feng Qianchen something unique.
