Chapter 987: Arriving at Youge with a marriage certificate
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Nanji, all of them were messy in the wind and speechless.
The golden light reflected from Yan Nanji's chest seemed to be afraid that the Youge guards would not know that there was someone here.
Yan Nanji looked down and snorted: "What do you know? I asked someone to bring this. It was blessed by the Buddha and can ward off evil spirits."
Leng Qingshuang: "..."
Tu Weiwei asked sarcastically: "Yan Nanji, are you the craftsman sent by Ye Xun'er?"
"It's full of nonsense!" Yan Nanji blurted out and defended anxiously: "Master, I was born as my junior sister's person, and I die as my junior junior sister's soul."
"Junior sister, who did you provoke? Are you thinking about it?" Tu Weiwei twitched the corner of her mouth and said disdainfully.
Yan Nanji was still about to explain, but Leng Qingshuang decisively took off the eye-catching big gold chain and put it in her own space bag.
"Confiscated." Leng Qingshuang grinned.
Just as Yan Nanji was about to cry out, Ye Ying stretched out her hand and directly covered Yan Nanji's mouth.
The night is dark and cool, and the breeze is gentle.
Under the parasol tree on the side, Xiao Li was leaning against the tree trunk with his demon-breaking knife on his back, his hands wrapped around his chest.
The amber-like eyes under the broken hair looked at Yan Nanji and others who were laughing and laughing, and slightly raised the corners of their lips.
She raised her head and looked at the sky, her clear eyes reflected the bright moon at night, filled with tiny streams of light.
so good.
There are so many people of flesh and blood accompanying Sister Xiaoyue.
This road will not be too boring or lonely.
"Xiao Li, come here quickly, it's windy there." Leng Qingshuang waved.
"coming."
Xiao Li, dressed in smart black clothes, fluttered in the wind, smiled lightly, and walked towards the crowd full of joy and warmth under the moonlight.
From the bottom of her heart, a faint voice sounded:
"Sister Xiaoyue, I will die later in this life. I want to stay with you longer."
The smile between Xiao Li's eyebrows became deeper and deeper.
With a smile, she walked into the noisy crowd.
...
You Pavilion, a place of feasting.
The dancers stopped twisting their soft waists and retreated to the sides.
The violinist sits cross-legged, with an emerald-like piano placed on his legs. His long fingers pick out the sweet sounds, which makes people feel as if they are in a Taoyuan wonderland, watching the literati pose, watching the flowers bloom and fall, listening to the sound of falling stones, and looking at the man's love.
I love my childhood sweetheart, the boy and the beautiful woman.
Chu Yue sat lazily and uninhibitedly, with one leg slung across her body, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the piano, and kept drinking wine in her glass.
In just a moment, he was already drunk, but his eyes were very clear.
Chu Yue shook the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
This time, the wine was not diluted with the power of Shen Nong, but the intense fire passed through the intestines and organs.
"Little Chu girl, drink less." Yun Hui said worriedly.
Chu Yue looked at the prosperity of You Pavilion, her red lips parted slightly, and she said softly: "Master, I want to hug the pillow."
Yun Huan frowned, and after twisting her arms for a long time, she realized that the pillow was that boy from Ye Mohan, and said: "Little Chu girl, you have to know that in this world, it's hard to find three-legged frogs, and there are men with two legs everywhere.
All.”
Chu Yue: "..."
Her man is not a frog.
yes......
fox.
Thinking of this, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles.
Sometimes she doesn't understand the meaning of the pillow and what it is to her.
But every time I think of that man, I always feel that I need to work harder and get closer to him.
After all, she only loves to smell the fresh fragrance of that person.
After all, she hated the approach of men, but that man was an exception.
Chu Yue picked up the wine bottle on the table, raised her head, and drank a sip of wine. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her mind was counting the savings she had saved.
But at this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, falling into the ears continuously and slenderly.
Chu Yue rubbed her wine glass, turned her head sideways, and looked over casually.
The long path on the right is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the maid slowly pushes Ye Xun'er who is sitting in a wheelchair.
Ye Xun'er was wearing a dress as red as fire, which made her face look like a delicate flower, and her eyebrows looked like willow leaves, especially her rolled-up hair, with several gilt hairpins inserted diagonally.
She gently raised her hands covered with khaodan, and her long sleeves fluttered with the wind. The hidden golden patterns embroidered on the sleeves were like a sacred phoenix spreading its wings when the sleeves blew.
Ye Xun'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and from the corner of her eyes she looked at Chu Yue, who was drinking like a romantic young man, with a trace of disdain on her lips.
That unoriginal red dress didn't even have the most vulgar tassel embellishment. In front of her gorgeous clothes, it was just the brilliance of a grain of rice, inconspicuous.
The wheelchair is still moving forward.
Ye Xun'er was like a queen in the world, with the smile that Mu Sheng had taught her at the corner of her lips.
"Xun'er."
Mu Sheng stood up and walked over to take over from the maid to push Ye Xun'er.
"Today there is a banquet in Youge, which coincides with Xun'er's engagement. Prince Zhou Yu of the palace traveled thousands of miles to show his sincerity and came to Youge with the marriage certificate, which can be regarded as giving Xun'er a status."
Mu Sheng pushed the wheelchair to the main seat and said solemnly: "I am very grateful to you all for coming to my quiet pavilion to witness Xun'er's life events. I also hope that Xun'er can marry Zhou Yu and grow old together in the future."
Ye Xun'er's face was radiant, her chin was lifted slightly, and her clothes were as gorgeous as a wedding robe.
She had never met Zhou Yu, but he was from the Tianfu royal family and had the golden lotus mark, so he was naturally worthy of her, Ye Xun'er.
Therefore, she waited for her fiancé to come without any complaints and full of expectations.