Chapter 265 What I promised you was not worldly pleasures, but a fleeting moment of affection.
Feng Jin's patience, which had been accommodating, finally ran out when he heard the words "test your knowledge of Taoist magic."
For him, the wait had been long enough.
These lively preludes were certainly interesting, but at this moment, all he wanted to see was the person behind the door.
And so, just as Lin Yanxin finished speaking, Feng Jin's figure blurred for a moment.
The next instant, they appeared directly at the palace gate behind Lin Yanxin and the others.
He didn't even turn around, only leaving behind the words: "Shen Tu, scatter money."
Shen Tu, who was already dizzy from being given Meng Po soup, heard this as if he had heard heavenly music.
He instantly perked up, a smile spreading across his face as if he had finally gotten his chance to shine, and waved his hand dismissively.
The sky was filled with bright red 100-yuan banknotes, like petals blown by a strong wind, or an extravagant red snowfall, which fell from the sky and instantly covered an area in front of the palace gate.
Many of the fluff even landed on the heads and shoulders of Lin Yanxin and the others.
"!!!"
Lin Yanxin's eyes widened instantly.
All the meticulously designed levels and carefully laid plans crumbled before this pure, dazzling red allure.
He instinctively lifted the hem of his Taoist robe, frantically trying to catch the fluttering banknotes, muttering unconsciously to himself:
"Oh dear! This...this is too much...the wind is so strong!"
"Fellow Daoist Lin! Lin Yanxin! Calm down!!" Zhang Qingyuan jumped up and down in a panic, shouting in vain, "We're here to stop you from entering! What are you doing accepting money! Where are your principles! Where are your principles!"
He tried to pull Lin Yanxin back so they could block the door together.
However, a hand with distinct knuckles pressed down on his shoulder.
Ji Kang had appeared beside him unnoticed, handing him a scroll, his voice clear and gentle:
“Master Zhang, blocking the door is a small matter, but seeking your guidance is a great matter.”
"This is a fragment of the 'Record of the Origin of Qi in the Netherworld and Yellow Springs' that I collected in my spare time. Shall we discuss it?"
"The Record of the Origin of Qi in the Netherworld and the Yellow Springs"?!
Zhang Qingyuan's breath hitched, his eyes fixed on the scroll. As a Taoist scholar and researcher of metaphysics, the allure of this name was no less than that of mountains of gold and silver!
Blocking the door? What do you mean by blocking the door?
He instantly forgot all his principles, his hands trembling slightly as he accepted the scroll, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Lord Ji Kang! This scroll...may I truly be allowed to borrow it for a look?"
“Of course, fellow Daoist, please enjoy your meal.” Ji Kang smiled and nodded, then led Zhang Qingyuan, who was completely immersed in academic ecstasy, aside.
Jiang Yuan looked at the two main gatekeepers who had collapsed in an instant, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes.
She shook her head, about to say something, when she saw Feng Jin reach out and push the door open.
The noise outside seemed to be isolated by an invisible boundary.
Inside the door, there was a carefully arranged festive tranquility, with red silk hanging down and a faint fragrance wafting in the air.
Feng Jin stepped forward and crossed the threshold.
The light inside the palace was soft, and all the decorations seemed to serve only to highlight the figure on the imperial couch.
Shen Yuepo sat upright on the couch, also dressed in a bright red wedding gown. The patterns embroidered with gold thread were exactly the same as those on Feng Jin's gown, and the radiance flowed around her like moonlight pouring down on her.
She held a delicate round fan, half-concealing her face, revealing only her cool, clear eyes.
Her snow-white skin, set against the fiery red dress, shone like gleaming jade, so translucent it seemed otherworldly.
At that moment, his intrusion brought a deeper smile to those once clear and cold eyes.
She sat there quietly, making Feng Jin feel that the vast world was nothing compared to the moment she raised her eyes.
That fiery red blaze completely penetrated the depths of his dark golden eyes, throwing a boulder into the eternally frozen lake of his heart, stirring up towering waves.
Their eyes met.
Shen Yuepo looked at him, her smile growing even deeper.
Feng Jin's Adam's apple bobbed as he approached step by step until he stopped in front of the imperial bed.
Slowly bend your knees, squat down, and position yourself at eye level with her.
He gave her the bouquet, his dark golden eyes reflecting only her image, his voice low and steady:
"Soul of the Moon, today we pledge our lives to each other; I hereby make this vow:"
What I promise you is not the warmth of human relationships, nor is it a fleeting moment of affection.
He took her hand, which rested on her lap, and said, "It is one with this netherworld, flows with the River of Oblivion, and shines with the stars of the Styx—"
"Year after year, even through eternal calamities and the cycle of reincarnation, this heart and this vow will never fade."
The vow was made, and it seemed as if an invisible law resonated quietly in the depths of the underworld along with his words.
The smile in Shen Yuepo's eyes turned into emotion.
She removed the delicate fan that had been covering her face, revealing her face, now vividly alive because of him, to him.
She said softly:
"Feng Jin, now..."
She tilted her head slightly, her glassy eyes sparkling. "You may kiss your bride now."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin did not hesitate at all, leaned forward, and kissed her lips.
After a moment, he slowly stepped back, his forehead still touching hers, their breaths mingling.
Then he stood up, but instead of letting go, he gently pulled her up from the couch.
"Let's go," he whispered, his eyes shining like stars.
Shen Yuepo placed her hand completely in his palm, used the leverage to stand up, and the hem of her fiery red wedding dress brushed against the smooth ground.
The two walked side by side to the palace gate.
Outside the door, the rain of money had stopped sometime earlier, and Lin Yanxin was holding a full armful of banknotes, grinning foolishly.
Two rows of high-ranking ghost servants, dressed in black ceremonial robes with gold patterns, exuding a solemn and dignified aura, stood respectfully with their hands at their sides, completely silent.
The moment Feng Jin led Chen Yue Po across the threshold of the palace, all the ghost servants simultaneously knelt on one knee, their movements perfectly synchronized as if they were one person.
Heads bowed, they shouted in unison in deep voices infused with the power of the underworld, the sound waves rolling:
"Congratulations to Your Majesty on your marriage to the Empress!"
"Lord of the Underworld, the Phoenix and the Luan Cry in Harmony!"
"May we celebrate together through reincarnation, and be forever united in heart!"
"Your Majesty and Empress, please move to the altar to witness our heavenly marriage!"
The lingering sound echoed among the majestic palaces.
The festive instruments played at the right time, creating a solemn yet joyful atmosphere.
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