Harmony of the zither and the qin
The carriages stretched from one end of the street to the other, filled with a festive atmosphere of red. Even all the trees in the city were tied with countless red ribbons. Soldiers were standing on the roadside to maintain order. The crowds of people were surging in an endless stream, shoulder to shoulder, with their faces raised, and everyone stretched out their heads to watch this wedding that was rarely seen in a century - the marriage of two major sects in the martial arts world, especially the marriage of two sects that were incompatible with good and evil in the storybooks.
The bridal sedan chair was bright red, with red silk curtains embellished with golden wedding characters and auspicious golden patterns. The top of the pagoda reflected the light, and there was a big colorful ball on each of the four corners. Tassels hung over the sedan window, covering the red bride inside.
The bride sat upright in the sedan chair, her red veil swaying with the sedan chair, and Lin Yuan's heart swayed with it. She pinched her fingers nervously with her nails.
This was her first time getting married.
When the sedan chair was about to stop, she held one end of the red gauze, and her lover held the other end.
Jiaojiao was so beautiful that she moved slowly with lotus steps. Her wedding dress was as red as fire, and she wore a phoenix crown and a red bridal robe. Music played and cannons sounded. They stepped over the fire basin, kowtowed three times, and poured more wine.
When the couple bowed to each other, Yuan Xuanlang bent very low on purpose so that he could catch a glimpse of the bride under the veil. "My wife is so beautiful," he whispered. Lin Yuan did not say a word.
Yuan: Yuanyuan is ignoring me?!
Lin Yuan was actually screaming like a groundhog in her heart, "Don't talk at this wedding, be quiet! If someone hears me and I have to speak, I'll be socially mortal!"
Fortunately, Yuan didn't continue teasing her.
Then the bride returns to the bridal chamber to wait for her husband, while the groom meets guests outside.
Yuan Xuanlang was wearing a bright red straight-robed wedding gown with a gold-threaded auspicious cloud belt of the same color tied around his waist. His black hair was tied up and fixed with a emerald-inlaid gilt crown. His tall figure was straight, his smile was as bright as spring breeze, and his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, making him look handsome and majestic without losing the dignity of the head of the sect.
Master Situ Yikong was amazed when he saw him drinking like water: "This kid, his drinking capacity comes in handy here."
Yuan scratched his nose and smiled, as if he had turned back into the boy who was caught skipping class.
Yuan Xuanlang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a man in white clothes with a broken sword on his back through the heads of people, and was stunned.
"Excuse me." He left the guests who were toasting him and walked straight towards the man. Gradually, the answer in his heart was confirmed.
"Senior Sword Immortal! It's really unexpected that you can come to this wedding banquet." He looked at the Sword Immortal Li Changqing in front of him excitedly!
"Ten miles of red dresses, a marriage between two factions, even a beggar knows about such a big thing!" He laughed heartily, and then whispered, "My grandson's wedding, of course I have to come."
Sun Tzu’s words were a continuation of the last “ask grandpa to teach you swordsmanship”.
Yuan hurriedly said, "Senior, Master, please don't tell this to my master. He is narrow-minded."
Li Changqing returned the glance and raised his glass to congratulate Yuan Xuanlang on his wedding.
The senior members of the group recognized the Sword Immortal and approached him, greeting him and toasting him. Soon, they were surrounded by a large group of people. Everyone around them said, "It's a great honor for the Sword Immortal to come and show his support. It adds to the joy."
Yuan Xuanlang wanted to win over Li Changqing, so he "followed public opinion" and let Li Changqing stay here for a few more days.
In the bridal chamber, Lin Yuan lifted her veil, and Yu Luo handed her the peanuts and longans on the fruit plate. Her previous nervousness dissipated in the tranquility of the room. She threw herself onto the soft bed and lay comfortably, "Ah~ This is right, the feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle."
"Sister," Yu Luo gently lay on Lin Yuan's arm, and said with a little grievance: "Sister, will you ignore me in the future?"
Lin Yuan seemed amused and poked her forehead. "Little fool, what are you thinking? No matter how good a husband is, he will eventually change his mind. Our Luo Luo is the only one who is true and unwavering."
Yu Luo lowered his head and said sullenly, "Luoluo knows."
She didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear of choking up, and just hugged Lin Yuan tightly.
"Hahaha, the wine is good today..." The noise of the crowd outside the window was getting closer and closer. Yu Luo went out to greet them. Lin Yuan quickly sat up straight and took off her veil.
The noisy sounds finally died away.
"Creaky--" the door opened, and Lin Yuan's heart tightened unconsciously.
She listened attentively. Yuan Xuanlang's steps were staggering. He must have drunk too much. He must have drunk a lot, otherwise how could he, who loved drinking, be drunk? She felt annoyed and distressed.
"My lady," he lifted the red veil with his hand. The beauty under the veil was extremely shy and bright and charming. Different from her usual quiet or naive style, she was more charming.
"Ah Xuan, you can take off your veil now."
"No." He put down the veil. Lin Yuan thought he was going to do something, but suddenly he got under the veil and kissed her. Under the veil, there was an ambiguous atmosphere and the aroma of wine filled her lips.
She was kissed until she was dazed. After they lifted the veil to get some air, they held hands and drank the wedding wine.
"I will come back when I am alive." He looked into Lin Yuan's eyes. The handsome young man's deep affection was the most touching.
"I will always miss you until I die." She saw herself in his eyes, and was intoxicated by the aroma of wine, and fell in love with him at first sight.
As soon as he drank the wedding wine, he bit her delicate lips again, and put her hand on his shoulder. The passionate entanglement of lips and tongues made the air sticky and moist, and the slightest spark would ignite a raging fire.
"Yuanyuan," the obscene words from the storybook drifted into my ears, "measure my waist."
"Huh?" She fell on the bed without knowing when, and some rationality came back to her in the dizziness.
"I'll teach you." As their lips touched, his clothes were taken off to reveal his smooth skin. Two hands with light calluses gently stroked her neck, causing her whole body to feel numb. She snuggled in his arms and breathed softly.
......
She soon understood what measuring his waist meant, and Lin Yuan glared at him fiercely.
He just chuckled at this.
…
"Ah..." She couldn't help but hum, her hands causing wrinkles on the bed sheets, her eyes were filled with water, the soft candlelight was shattered in the water, like a dream.
He conquered her sanity bit by bit.
…
"Ah... why... is it like this..." Her eyes were filled with broken light, the world became unreal, she felt her body was extremely excited, and a happy deer was jumping in her mind. She wanted to escape from this excitement.
Such excitement was too dangerous for her. She always liked to imprison strong emotions in a cage. She was afraid of losing control, just like before, when thick depression wrapped her up. Although everything seemed calm, she was actually trapped in the dark quagmire, addicted and falling.
Drowning and falling are terrible demons.
He noticed her retreat and held her waist: "Don't resist, this is the best thing between husband and wife in the world."
He leaned down and kissed her lips, kissed away the tears from the corners of her rosy eyes, and guided her in a voice full of desire: "Relax, Madam, you can trust me completely and leave you to me."
He is Axuan, the person I trust the most. Of course I can indulge in him. He is Axuan.
Lin Yuan blinked away her tears, looked at him carefully, hugged him, pressed close to him, and gave herself to him, then she rose and fell on the waves, her legs clamped around his waist, her toes curled up, her smooth feet overlapping each other, like a bird jumping in the air.
"Yuanyuan's voice is so beautiful... Yes, follow me, Yuanyuan learns really quickly and performs very well..."
So, can I do better next time?
She felt dizzy and unable to think, as if she was lying on cotton, floating up to the sky and merging with the white clouds.
She melted, becoming the shimmering waters of Hangzhou's West Lake, the ethereal mist of Mount Lu. Yuan Xuanlang tirelessly stirred this spring water, tirelessly weaving through the mist.
She didn't know when she fell asleep, and she seemed to have walked into another world. The sky was blue, and the trees, flowers and plants were all safely rooted in the water. She strolled freely in the water. Occasionally, a group of small fish passed by her. A big bird flew over her head and dropped a feather, which she picked up and played with.
Everything is taken for granted.
Just as she was walking on the bottom of the water as if it were a matter of course, a voice came from above, from far away to near. After a while, she could not make out what it was.
"It's all fake, it's all fake, it's all fake..." The voice sounded like a crazy woman cursing everything.
Lin Yuan asked: "What's fake? Where is it fake?"
The voice paused for a second and then continued to chant: "It's all fake, it's all fake..."
Lin Yuan looked up at the blue sky, her pupils suddenly shrank. She belatedly walked out of the sea along the stone steps, and when she saw everything on the land, her heart was struck hard by something.
The rivers and lakes were dead, and the pale fish were exposed to the scorching sun, lying on the cracked river banks with their white bellies turned up.
On the other side, the whitened things are human skulls, and the dry trees like old men are only crying silently. This is the real world!
She looked down at the world under the water, which was still peaceful and tranquil. It turned out to be just a mirage!
It turns out that the world I was in just now was just a mirage!
Suddenly, she was sucked into a whirlpool... After the whirlpool calmed down, she sank to sleep on the seabed...
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"Oh, it's just a folk joke, but it's really interesting." In the teahouse, a masked woman wearing a purple gauze listened leisurely to the storyteller telling the story of the charming witch Lin Yuan and the arrogant and cold immortal Xi Yao.
She didn't feel embarrassed at all when she listened to others making up their own romantic anecdotes.
"But, that kid is very well-behaved and clingy. Ah, it's been so many years since that idiot saved him. I haven't played with him again. I miss him quite a bit! - Except when he captured me."
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if a butterfly was about to break out of its cocoon.
"She's about to awaken, and then my freedom will be taken away," she said, a gleam in her eyes. "But—who will live and who will die is still uncertain."
She stretched and continued to lean back in the chair bonelessly.
The sky was bright, Lin Yuan opened her heavy eyelids, and the person beside her was still sleeping soundly.
She had clearly said "no, no" last night, but he still said "one last time". Thinking of this, she felt embarrassed and angry, so she rubbed his shoulder and bit it hard, leaving another red tooth mark on his shoulder.
Yuan Xuanlang felt like a small animal was biting his shoulder, but its teeth were not yet sharp, as if it was just acting coquettishly.
This feeling seemed familiar. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Lin Yuan lying on his shoulder, staring at him with resentment.
He touched Lin Yuan's soft hair, the corners of his mouth raised, with a smile on his face: "Good morning, Yuanyuan."
"Humph, it's not early at all." She realized that her voice was hoarse when she said it, and the culprit was right in front of her.
He laughed, got out of bed, poured a cup of warm tea from the kettle and handed it to her, "Come, Yuanyuan, have some tea to moisten your throat."
Lin Yuan drank it with a grunt and decided to punish him severely. He was not allowed to go to bed for at least seven days, and he had to pay for today's meal, no, seven days' meal!
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