Black Lotus Tactics Manual - Chapter 85

It took a whole day to measure the wedding dress, and in the evening, Ling Miaomiao’s eyes could not be opened.

To get married within three days means that the wedding dress can’t be so delicate and delicate. Embroidery beads are definitely too late, so I have to try to cut simple and elegant.

The aunt-in-law bowed to the ground, and brought gifts from thousands of miles away—a pair of precious embroidered shoes in a box, the toes of both feet were decorated with round east pearls, and the glory circulated between walking. It is said that the shoes and soles were made of sheepskin Yes, the softness is abnormal, but the material is very precious and can’t get wet. It is one of the dowries given by Ling Yu’s family.

When the weather was cold, Ling Miaomiao walked indoors wearing it, and the skirt shone brightly under the two moon-like lights underneath.

The shoes were half-dressed. She sat on the bed and straightened her arms, allowing the tailor woman to check the length of her arms for the third time.

At the end, the door squeaked open, revealing a shadow of admiration. He walked in without hesitation.

The tailor woman found that the young man did not mean to avoid taboo, and the girl was accustomed to it, even without lifting her face, she was a little surprised, she closed her feet, nodded, and left in a hurry.

Mu Sheng has been very busy these past two days. Even though the marriage has been simplified, the things he wants to cook still pile up on the desk, and he runs around all day long. He didn’t take time to see Ling Miaomiao until the evening.

She leaned on the bed without sleeping, and the half-wearing shoes fell on the floor with a clatter. He squatted down, held her ankle, and put on the shoes.

His fingers were a little cold, covering her ankles, waking her suddenly.

She lowered her head and Mu Sheng was looking at her from bottom to top.

The teenager’s long and dense eyelashes are pure black and bright pupils, and his eyes are like a smooth stroke of thick ink, and a small tip is raised at the end of the eye, which is slightly reddish and charming.

From this angle, his beauty became sharper and innocent.

“Yue Lao Temple, are you thinking?” His voice was low, almost like he was coaxing people to sleep.

Ling Miaomiao leaned softly on the bedpost: “Well.”

His eyelashes flickered, and a streamer flashed in his eyes: “Why?”

“Why?” She rubbed her sore arm and yawned.

“Why is it simple, why … is it the day after tomorrow?” His tone brought a rare sense of confusion, and it seemed that he was really eagerly asking for her order.

She tickled the corner of her mouth and lifted her chin, her tone like a sneer: “Aren’t you in a hurry?”

He was stunned for a moment, then stood up and gently touched her face. For a long time, he smiled somewhat confusedly, like looking through the glazed bottle, looking at the dying flowers inside: “If only you were … . ”

Ling Miaomiao frowned: “You’re just fake.”

He gave a slight pause, his white jade-like face leaned forward, and shouted very restrainedly: “Miao Miao.”

He lifted his face, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and he seemed nervously expecting solace.

It’s a pretty pious kiss gesture.

Ling Miaomiao glanced at him for a while, his index finger nodded on his mouth, stained with blushing lipstick, and pressed his lower lip hard.

In a hurry for the wedding, the God of Heaven is not beautiful, and it has been gloomy since the early morning. There was a large cloud in the sky, and there was a dull tide floating in the air. In Changan, where the autumn was refreshing, I smelled the moldy smell of wood furniture.

In the mirror, Jin Bu shook silently like a swing, and Mu Yao’s slender ten fingers twitched through her chestnut hair, reaching for her to wear a complicated head and face.

The golden phoenix title bead, the delicate and delicate bead chain, hangs on the forehead, and the last tiny bead just happens to be printed on the heart of the colorful flower.

Mu Yao pursed her lips and looked at the person in the mirror, Ling Miaomiao looked down at her fingers, her eyelashes were drooping, her eyes were rarely raised with red makeup, and she hadn’t had time to put her lips on.

At this moment, the ordinary Xiaojia Jasper will bring a touch of charm that is not usually displayed.

“Miaomiao … Look at it?” She held Ling Miaomiao’s shoulder a little strangely.

Ling Miaomiao looked carefully in the mirror, her bright red face, peach cheeks and apricot eyes, brightly picked, and temporarily paled Mu Yao’s pale face.

“Sister Mu …” She was a little surprised, “You have a bad complexion.”

“I …” Mu Yao smiled bitterly, staring at her from the mirror. For a long time, he asked, “Asheng he …”

But I don’t know where to start-if you tell her the truth, will it scare her?

She hesitated for a moment, and her pale pupil clarified: “… If he bullies you, you come to me, don’t bear it, you know?”

Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled.

She backhanded Mu Yao’s hand on her shoulder: “Sister Mu, Mu Sheng, this person may be different from what you see on the surface, but in fact it is not so different. Don’t be afraid of him.”

“…” Mu Yao was stunned, and was immediately dumb.

Ling Miaomiao said first what she was going to say.

She pursed her lips, and the mole of tears beneath her eyes seemed to be shining under the lamp. “You don’t know, sing him …”

“Sister Mu,” Ling Miaomiao interrupted again. “If your mount for ten years suddenly goes mad, the next step is the abyss, the next step is the flat road, what do you do?”

Mu Yao paused, and subconsciously replied: “Naturally, he will come to the cliff to rein.”

“The situation is very dangerous. In fact, you can throw the reins and jump off the horse, letting it rush down by itself.”

“But since I can pull the reins tightly, why don’t I try it? I have been together for ten years, and I must have been connected with each other, even if I am crazy, I should not …”

She stopped suddenly, buzzing in her head, as if she understood what she meant.

Ling Miaomiao picked up the rouge paper and pressed it on her lips. Her eyes were bright with water and her bright red lips were slightly curled. She looked at the mirror and said, “Then please pull him, don’t let him fall.”

Long fringed tassels hung down the edge of the red hijab, and fell to Ling Miaomiao’s chest.

She walked fast and never learned to move the lotus step without restraint, so the tassels hanging down from the hijab shook gently with her pace, like jumping.

After getting off the sedan chair, Mu Yao carefully supported her arm and gently reminded: “Go slowly.”

The largest moon-old temple in Chang’an City stands in front, and the thick clouds on the horizon sag, as if it has absorbed water vapor, and it will drip into rain in the next second.

Mu Yao looked up at the blue thick cloud, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes silently.

“Come here …” A tumultuous footstep sounded, the voice of the cousin who threw away half of the sunflower seeds, and then a few people took their seats on the temporarily moved chair, eagerly maintaining their etiquette.

There is a stone statue of two people in the old temple, and there is a big hole in the roof above the statue, almost leaking wind.

A few days ago, my cousin made a special trip to find the person who maintained the temple, hoping to make up for the broken roof, and the other party replied: This hole was reserved for a special trip. When the night came, the moonlight passed through the hole. On the statue, this month old will appear.

Repair is impossible.

Aunt Cousin looked up at the hole and saw a small gloomy sky, trembling with cold-for a long time … I have never seen such a simple wedding.

Ling Miaomiao’s wedding dress was specially made. The tailor woman was clever and gave her the size to wear a cotton coat. The red wedding dress was covered with a tight jacket. She stood there calmly and didn’t feel cold at all.

The force of Fuling Miaomiao’s arm was heavy, and the familiar plum fragrance struck her. She tilted her head slightly and could see the red light of the full room candle swaying through the red gauze.

A new couple walked hand in hand into the temple and walked slowly.

The wedding dresses on them were dark in color, smooth on the satin, and there were not many beads. There was a long skirt behind the bride. The dark crimson clothes borrowed a few rays of light from the room.

The double-row candles swayed in front of the moon image, and a little spark was like a floating lamp in the river.

Uncle Cousin cleared his throat: “Cough, then …”

Suddenly, the thunder rang through the sky, and the tree fork outside the window was almost blown up by the wind.

Aunt cousin screamed. In this small and rudimentary moon-old temple, everyone except the bride and groom did not respond, and everyone was startled.

Ling Miaomiao looked down at the skirt, and the two round Dongzhu beads on the toe exposed flashed streamer. She changed her position slightly, and he tightened her arms to tighten immediately, both comforting and governing. Cut off her back path.

“Don’t be afraid.” His voice came low.

Ling Miaomiao turned her head and said nothing.

“Girl Mu, look, it’s going to rain, this …”

Not to mention that the temple in disrepair this year could not withstand a violent storm, just the hole above the head, it was a big trouble.

“It’s okay … hurry up.” Mu Yao sighed helplessly and urged softly.

All the ceremonies were accelerated, the thunder outside was getting more and more urgent, the relatives underneath were also trembling, but the mu sound was not panicking, and she almost worshipped her for three weeks.

The two stood up and faced the statue of the old man holding the red line. Due to years of disrepair, the red lines on Yuelao’s hands were all riddled with wind and frost, and they looked like they were pulling on their faces and covered with their hands.

Ling Miaomiao could not help hooking the corner of her mouth.

The young man turned his head sharply, staring silently behind the hijab. Her eyebrows could only see a faint outline, but he had an illusion that she was happy at the moment.

He dropped his long eyelashes and smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

-Except for his ecstasy, who would be really happy.

“Pledge it.” Mu Yao hurriedly announced the last item.

According to the etiquette of this world, it is necessary to make promises to each other before they can be considered polite.

“What am I going to say?” Ling Miaomiao asked the first sentence tonight. Her long-lost voice was crisp and bright.

Mu Yao stunned and immediately whispered to remind: “This life, this world, never leave.”

“Okay.” She paused, turned to the moon image, and slowly said, “This life, this world, never leave.”

The voice fell, but he was silent for a while, and everyone waited for his breath to repeat, and the room was only able to hear the sound of the wind breaking the branches.

“A Sheng …” Mu Yao frowned and reminded.

“…”

“Ah!” She urged again.

He finally opened his mouth, but said something that was not the intended word.

His eyes are dark, but the corners of his eyes are red, and his tone is somber, with a paranoid fool: “Life and death, entanglement.”

At the moment when the last word spit out, the sky was suddenly bright, and the thunder burst immediately, as if the deity in the sky had broken the sky with a heavy hammer.

Almost at the same time, the sky seemed to break a big mouth, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down, “Wow–”

The outside was surrounded by heavy water vapor, and the exclamation of several people was suddenly buried in the loud noise of this world.

Before the water poured into the temple, the crowd surrounded the newcomers and hurriedly left Yuelao Temple.

The sky was dim outside, and raindrops hit countless tiny eddies on the shallow road.

Ling Miaomiao stopped at the threshold, looking at his precious sheepskin shoes hesitantly.

Immediately he was embraced by his waist, his body flicked lightly, he hugged her sideways, and stepped into the water with no turning back.

The crimson and soft skirts were piled up in his hands, and the long back swayed at his feet, and Ayi struggled to hold an umbrella for a couple, and stumbled to follow Mu Sheng’s steps.

The teenager slightly lifted his eyelids, and the black eyes also made the water vapor soaked a little wet, and said plainly: “Just give your lady a fight.”

“Oh …” Ayi stared at him, tilting the umbrella.

Mu Sheng lifted the sedan curtain and tucked her in. The bent back was soaked with a deeper color.