Chapter 27 Scheming and Spoiled Stepsister VS Cold Childhood Sweetheart Brother 27 (Extra Chapter)
wedding.
Snowflakes danced in the air as Fu Xunzhou, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, waited quietly for his bride.
He thought to himself, "What a beautiful meaning: to share the snow and grow old together."
Jiang Zhiyi walked slowly towards him, and bright rose petals gently fell on her hair, shoulders, and white wedding dress adorned with rhinestones, making her smile even more dazzling and captivating.
[Fu Xunzhou, do you take Jiang Zhiyi to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, in adversity and in prosperity, in sorrow and in joy, to love her, to respect her, to protect her, and to be faithful to her for the rest of your life?]
"I do."
He would do anything for her.
She was his greatest wish.
The two returned to their room that evening.
"Are you tired?" Fu Xunzhou helped her take off her high heels and then carried her in his arms.
"My legs are sore." She didn't want to move at all.
Fu Xunzhou originally didn't want her to wear high heels, fearing her feet would hurt from standing for too long. However, at her insistence, he eventually gave in.
"Go take a shower first, and I'll give you a massage later."
After taking a shower, she lay on the sofa, her hair still wet. Fu Xunzhou went to the cabinet, got a silent hairdryer, and started drying her hair.
"Your hair-drying skills are pretty good." She tilted her head back, enjoying his service.
"Don't move, you'll pull your hair." He stopped the person shaking her head, his long fingers running through her hair.
"I'll let you brag about it from now on," she laughed.
"good."
Honeymoon.
The two were on a private island in the Southern Hemisphere.
"A century-old secret imperial medicine..."
Jiang Zhiyi was unpacking the honeymoon gift box that Xu Qingran had prepared for her; it was full of all sorts of strange things.
"What is this?" Fu Xunzhou watched as she examined the object for a long time, so he leaned over to take a look.
Soon, his expression changed, and he hugged the person tightly: "I don't need this."
After saying that, he eagerly kissed her.
As night fell and the stars twinkled, the two lay on the balcony watching them.
"Zhizhi," he called to her, holding her hand.
"Um?"
"I love you."
...
Praise Qingshan.
People hope that their wishes will be heard by gods and Buddhas, and they pray again and again.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter; morning, noon, evening, and night.
Fu Xunzhou clasped his hands together, closed his eyes in prayer, his face full of piety.
February 15th, a very bad omen.
On March 26th, the divination was successful.
May 10th, a very bad omen.
I won the lottery on June 28th.
On August 4th, the divination was successful.
I won the lottery on September 20th.
November 9th, a very unlucky day.
December 19th, a very bad omen.
...
He didn't remember how many times he had prayed, but he had never received a good fortune slip.
He sometimes even suspected that there might not have been any lucky draws at all.
The young monk next to him, who was in charge of sweeping, always secretly watched him.
"What are you looking at?" he finally asked.
The young monk, caught red-handed, was somewhat at a loss and replied with feigned profundity, "Benefactor, one cannot force things."
He smiled and ignored the little monk.
He never felt that he was forcing things.
It's because he wasn't sincere that he couldn't get the best fortune slip.
That night, the young monk told the old monk about what had happened during the day.
"Master, do you think what I said today is correct?"
The old monk didn't answer his question, but asked him, "A few days ago you ran away, and I punished you by making you sweep the courtyard. I specifically told you to clean that round bluestone table, so why is there still dust on it?"
“Master, this is not my fault,” the little monk defended himself. “I cleaned it this morning, but the wind and fallen leaves in the yard made it dirty again.”
"Then why was that round table always clean, no matter when I went there to drink tea and play chess during the days I was sick?" the old monk asked him.
The young monk was overjoyed upon hearing this, as he thought his master was unaware of the matter, but he was surprised to find out that his master had actually discovered it.
"That's because I keep cleaning it. My senior brother told me that you like to go there the most, and by keeping it clean, your illness will get better faster."
"So it's your fault for not being attentive. I'll punish you by making you clean that yard again tomorrow."
"I know I was wrong, Master."
The old monk smiled and affectionately patted the little monk's round head.
What is coercion?
Only those who are determined can achieve their wishes.
One day.
A fortune slip fell out of a bamboo tube that had been used for many years and was already somewhat damaged.
The man picked it up, and the brilliant sunlight shone on his face, casting a holy golden glow.
A very auspicious sign.
Great fortune.
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