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Princess Shaolin looked at the list that Mi Xiu had compiled, frowned, and read out the words on it: "Dowry? Where did Ayi get the dowry?"
Before he could answer, Qiali raised her hand first: "Yuebo, Qingluan, and I will serve as the Demon Lord's family members at the wedding. The entire Demon Realm can be his dowry."
Princess Shaolin asked suspiciously, "Then... what about Wanqi Si's betrothal gifts? He's not wealthy, so we should just go through the formalities and not make things too difficult for them."
Mi Xiu said expressionlessly, "He took all the spirit stones from me and my master."
“…”
On the auspicious day, Princess Shaolin asked Yandong's best makeup artist to help her dress up. The wedding dress was chosen by Wanqi Si, but it was unknown when it was chosen.
It could be recent, or it could be earlier.
Anyway, he had already determined that Yu Heyi was his wife.
Yu Heyi changed into their wedding dresses, looked at the small jar in each other's hands, and turned their heads away to avoid the hand extended by the makeup lady.
The makeup girl explained: "Miss, this is rouge."
After confirming that it was safe and non-toxic, she allowed the makeup artist to apply it on her lips.
When she changed into her wedding dress and came out, she found that not only the people from the Demon Realm were waiting for her outside, but also her master and Mi Xiu were there.
Mi Xiu saw her confusion and began to explain, "My senior brother insisted that we, as your in-laws, accompany you on your grand wedding."
Wanqi Si had indeed said so. Qi Shouchu was his master, and Mi Xiu was his senior brother. How could they be absent? He was only afraid that she would feel that it wasn't lively enough, not glorious enough, but she didn't care at all that there was no one behind him.
Hearing this, she lifted her skirt and trotted out of the crowd.
Princess Shaolin waved anxiously from behind: "Ayi, where are you going? Don't miss the auspicious time!"
Yu Heyi headed towards Yuqing Mountain without looking back.
He allowed himself to be left alone, but she was always behind him.
The people who came with her dowry had no choice but to follow her pace.
Wanqi Si had already changed his clothes and was standing on the top of Yuqing Mountain waiting.
He was dressed in a red robe, time passed by, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he was looking forward to her arrival.
She was still breathing heavily when she threw herself into his arms.
There was a hint of surprise in the smile on his face.
The person in his arms raised his palm-sized face, looked at him angrily, and punched him in the chest.
Worried that the hairpin in her hair would prick him, she took two steps back.
Wanqi Si couldn't help laughing as he looked at her with her wedding dress as red as fire and her cheeks slightly red.
Even before the red veil was lifted, one could vaguely see the soft lines of her jaw and the pair of affectionate eyes hidden within the red veil, which made one's heart soften.
"Does it look good?" She met his gaze.
"It looks good any day, but today is the best."
A group of people followed breathlessly to Yuqing Mountain, and Wanqi Si was inexplicably glared at by Qi Shouchu.
Suddenly, I heard the singing of spiritual birds all around, red makeup was everywhere, and red ribbons and petals fell from the spiritual trees.
Although the marriage manual said "crying at the wedding," she saw no reason to cry. Marrying someone she loved was a joy beyond measure. Perhaps it was the grandeur of the occasion, but nearby, Qiali burst into tears, and Princess Shaolin also secretly wiped away a tear.
However, when she looked up, she saw that Wanqi Si's eyes were also filled with tears, sparkling in the sunset.
She whispered, "Brother, why are you crying too?"
"I'm happy," he answered calmly, holding her hand. "I'm so happy that I can't hold back my tears."
But my heart is not at peace.
I finally faced up to my feelings for her, and finally had the chance to stand by her and share my joys and sorrows with her, but she left for a long, long time.
It had been so long that he had become numb, unable to distinguish between reality and circumstances, and waited for her day after day.
Perhaps God took pity on him, and before his lover died, she was thinking about the flowers instead of him.
So they were given another chance to meet each other.
This time, he will seize the opportunity.
Live and die with her, never live alone.
The tears in my eyes are tears of joy.
It's a relief to see her again.
It is the joy of being able to marry her and spend the rest of my life together.
A pleasant laugh interrupted his thoughts.
"My husband is a crybaby."
On the wedding night, Yu Heyi drank the wedding wine too quickly and choked.
The wine dripped down her chin and was caught by Wanqi Si with one hand, while his other hand hurriedly rubbed her collarbone.
He was strong and calm, but his eyes could no longer be taken away.
“Senior Brother…”
"Don't call me senior brother, change your words."
"Okay, my husband," she said with a smile, "a night of love is worth a thousand gold. Do you want to come?"
Wanqi Si's breathing stagnated, and he unhooked his belt with trembling fingertips.
Seeing that he was a little scared, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.
"I'm not afraid, so why are you afraid?" She breathed out warmly and gently bit his lips.
As if a switch was touched, he hugged her waist, turned over suddenly, pressed her under him, and his cold lips slowly moved down.
With a wave of his hand, the candle on the table went out, and the two of them were hot and lingered all night.
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Princess Shaolin has been acting a little strange lately.
In the past, it was not an exaggeration to ask her to pinch Mi Xiu's ears and speak carelessly. But recently, she went to Yuqing Mountain less and less frequently, and deliberately avoided meeting Mi Xiu.
Mi Xiu asked Yu Heyi to go to the human world to find out the reason.
It turned out that she had reached the age to get married, and the emperor had arranged a number of men for her to choose a husband.
As a result, she didn't like any of them, which displeased the emperor, who forbad her to go to Yuqing Mountain all day.
Yu Heyi held his forehead and pointed out: "You like Senior Brother Mi Xiu, right?"
"...Yes, a little, but only a little." Feeling her cheeks getting hot, she quickly lowered her head. "But it's impossible for me and him to be together, and he doesn't like me."
"Princess, if you miss this chance, you won't have another chance."
Yu Heyi smiled and whispered something in her ear. Princess Shaolin paused for a moment and finally nodded.
After leaving the palace, Yu Heyi did not return to the Demon Realm directly, but went to the night market in the west of the city.
She brought Princess Shaolin to buy a lot of delicious food and sent a message to Mi Xiu to taste it together. Wan Qi Si, who heard the news, also followed him to the night market.
But it doesn't matter whether he is there or not.
He sat down on the chair beside her obediently like a puppy and held her hand again.
Yu Heyi put a piece of glutinous rice dumpling in his mouth and said, "His Majesty has been choosing a consort for the princess recently. As you all know, His Majesty loves the princess the most. He has summoned the most outstanding men in all of Yandong to the palace for her to choose from. The princess is busy in the palace, so she has less time to visit Yuqing Mountain."
Mi Xiu frowned, looking at the food on the table without any interest: "Prince consort? You want to get married?"
Princess Shaolin was about to shake her head to deny it when she was interrupted by Yu Heyi.
"The princess seems to have a special liking for the young master of the Chen family, but the marriage won't happen so soon."
She didn't stop eating, and Wanqi Si beside her patiently peeled shrimps and poured wine for her.
"No!" Mi Xiu slammed the table and stood up.
Yu Heyi didn't give Princess Shaolin any chance to explain.
She looked at Mi Xiu in confusion: "Why not? What does it have to do with you whether the princess gets married or not? Besides, this young master of the Chen family looks handsome, gentle and considerate. He should be a good man worthy of trust."
Princess Shaolin muttered softly: "What Young Master Chen? How come I don't know..."
Her voice was too soft and Mi Xiu, who was sitting opposite her, didn't hear it.
He stammered, "Because...that young master of the Chen family only looks nice, he might not be a good person. How can we let the princess take that risk? And the princess has never met him before, and doesn't even know his character, so how can she possibly like him?"
Yu Heyi nodded thoughtfully.
She turned to Princess Shaolin and said, "It seems that Second Senior Brother is still very concerned about your lifelong affairs. You must not be careless when choosing a consort."
"No!" he said again.
This time, Princess Shaolin spoke first: "Stop talking! I won't choose a consort in the palace. I already have someone in my heart."
Mi Xiu stared at her blankly for a long time before he asked cautiously, "Do you have someone you like?"
Then, Yu Heyi said, "Let me guess, does the person you like always make you angry, but also coax you good-temperedly and let you bully him? Is he willing to drink with you, talk with you, and do anything you want with you?"
Princess Shaolin nodded.
Mi Xiu was a little at a loss.
But he still mustered up the courage, just to leave no regrets: "I can be bullied by you at will, coax you, accompany you, I can do it. Princess, I wish you could look at me differently. You are straightforward, beautiful and generous, and you attract me all the time. It's a pity that you were born dazzling and deserve the best. I can only wish you happiness in the future."
After he said this in a trembling voice, he realized that Yu Heyi and Wanqi Si had left at some point.
The person he loved was sitting opposite him, with a clear tear on his cheek.
Mi Xiu raised her hand in panic, trying to wipe away her tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I won't say anything..."
"Mixiu, are you a fool?"
Princess Shaolin cried even louder. "You've always been the only one willing to drink with me and talk, willing to be bullied by me and still be good-tempered enough to comfort me. I don't like any of the people my father brought into the palace. I only want you to be my consort. How can I be happy in the future if you're not with me?"
"Are you willing to be bullied by me for the rest of your life?"
He ignored her tears and held her tightly in his arms.
Even though his tears had rubbed against his clothes, he didn't mind at all. The luckiest thing in the world is that the person you love also loves you.
"willing."
"I am willing to be bullied by the princess for the rest of my life, and to coax her with good temper for the rest of my life."
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