Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

The maid in the green shirt smiled in her apricot eyes and nodded softly, "Yes, Yin'er will go right away."

On the way from the side room to the main hall, Yin'er was still slightly puzzled. Two hours ago, when she sprinkled the Yang Zhi Xianlu on Miss Meng's body, she thought she would definitely die today.

Unexpectedly, everything took a shocking turn after the Lord came to Hanchen Hall in person.

Not only did Miss Meng not blame her recklessness, she even praised the sisters severely in front of the lord, saying that they were very ingenious, she was very satisfied, and even asked the lord to ask them to be personal servants.

When Yin'er stepped into the inner room of the main hall, Simeng was already dressed up, sitting in front of the bronze mirror, staring at the figure in the mirror, lost in thought.

I saw the figure in the mirror wearing a fiery red wedding dress, and the golden crown of phoenix feathers reflected the dazzling brilliance through the bronze mirror. The face under the phoenix crown was wrapped in rich and beautiful makeup. Yin'er could barely recognize that this was the purple jade butterfly that the lord had been waiting for for 37 years.

Yin'er secretly exclaimed, this purple jade butterfly really has the beauty of the world, no wonder the lord sent back all the other wives in the harem overnight in order to marry her, even Qingwan, the princess of the water clan who was quite favored by the lord on weekdays. No exception, it is rumored that today before the time of Mao, the head of the Shui tribe personally ordered someone to take him back to the Forgotten Soul Sea.

"Sister Yin'er, don't be in a daze. The ceremonial officer has ordered people to wait outside the hall. If the auspicious time is missed, you and I can't afford it!" Serving the dreamlike maid in brocade clothes, her name is Rouge.

Rouge was busy covering the happy handkerchief in her hand like a dream, but she saw Yin'er standing aside and wandering away. It happened that there was a maid urging her outside the hall, and she said that the lord was already waiting in the Fengyu Hall. Hou Feng drove there, and he could salute immediately.

Hearing this, Yin'er hurriedly came back to her senses, stepped forward to support Si Meng, and said with a smile: "Girl, it's time to get up."

Simeng, whose face was covered by Xipa, seemed a little dull, Yin'er held her arm, and called twice in a row, but she still had no intention of getting up.

Because she couldn't see her expression clearly at the moment, she only thought that the hipa was thick and covered her eyes and ears, so she raised her hand and gently lifted a corner of the hipa, and said to Simeng: "Girl, the auspicious time has come, it's time to get up and go to Fengyu Hall It's time to salute."

Rumeng suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Yin'er fixedly, lifted the Xipa and held it tightly in her hand, her lips trembling slightly, and glanced at the crowd in front of her, only to see that there were about a dozen people in brocade clothes around the hall at the moment The maids wear beaming red begonias on each temple.

The crabapple flower was as red as blood, which made her eyes sting, and there seemed to be a soft force in her body floating to her heart, her mind was heavy and dull, and her figure was a little swaying.

"Yin'er..."

She didn't know how long she could keep her sobriety, it seemed that a pair of invisible hands were hiding in the dark, pulling her soul in them and playing with it, making her sober sometimes and confused at other times.

She just thinks that the only one who can save her now is herself, as long as she doesn't step out of this cold dust palace for a day, with Cang Xuan's temperament, she will not force her.

She wanted to say that she was unwell and hoped that Cang Xuan could postpone the wedding.

But what everyone heard was, "Yin'er, I'm not very happy with the orchid fragrance on this happy handkerchief, so order Xi Niang to change it to another happy handkerchief."

Her voice was as soft as water, and before she could finish speaking, the clever and sensible bridegroom presented a happy handkerchief made with the cold fragrance of snow plums.

Like Meng's heart trembled, she just felt that the person who played with her soul seemed to live in her body, and her words and deeds were controlled by that person.

But she didn't even have the strength to resist at all. Every time she wanted to concentrate her energy, she would feel dizzy and weak all over, and then fell into a deep sleep.

When she wakes up again, it is often several hours later, but she has no memory of what happened in between.

It seems that right now, she clearly remembered that Yin'er had sprinkled Yang Zhi Xianlu all over her body, she was upset and wanted to go out of the palace to get some air, but after that...

When she realized it later, she was already wearing her wedding dress and hipa, and everyone was waiting for her to get up and go to Fengyu Hall to salute Cangxuan.

It was dark before her eyes, and the cold fragrance rushed towards her face, Yin'er had covered her phoenix crown with Xipa again, her wrist sank, her left and right hands were gently supported, she could only follow their steps, Walk slowly towards the outside of the hall.

As far as the eyes can see, there is nothing but the incomparably luxurious wedding dress and the looming red embroidered shoes.

Every time she took a step, her heart became colder, and she wanted to stop, but found that her feet could not be controlled by her at all.

Thinking about it, I must marry Cang Xuan today.

Poor Mu Zili still doesn't know where to find her. If he knows that he is about to become someone else's wife, how will he face it?

It turns out that even if you practice for thousands of years or ten thousand years, there are still many things you can't do.

She thought that living in the purple jade butterfly's body was a gift from heaven to her.

But she forgot that she is an orphan, lonely and helpless since she was a child, and she has nothing outstanding, so how can she be favored by the heavens?

Looking back on the past, everything is like a dream, illusory and ethereal.

Whether it's Mu Zili, Yifeng, or Sima Luocheng, they all fell in love with her, but after all, they were just passers-by in her life.

In the end, she was still alone, walked into Yunshui Palace, and still wanted to become Cang Xuan's wife.

Perhaps, as early as that day when she woke up from the bodhi leaf, everything today was doomed.

Thinking like this, the sense of loss in my heart seemed to dissipate a little, and my steps became lighter.

It's just a wedding. Although the groom is not the person in her heart, he is also the master of the realm after all, and has saved her life. Not to mention how many flower demons and snake demons there are in his palace, let him go.

As long as you give her a small world, let her have a place to stay in this world.

She thought she could let it go.

She thought she could forget.

She thought that she could accept all this silently.

However, when Fang Xianle's voice hit her ears, her heart still couldn't stop trembling. Fortunately, Yin'er and Yanzhi were beside her to support her. The Lord is a perfect match.

Fengyu Hall, located in the center of Yunshui Palace, was originally Cang Xuan's bedroom.

Today, the inside and outside of the hall are decorated with festive decorations, and every corner is plastered with red happy characters.

Even the sycamore tree in the yard has been carefully decorated, and the red pearls the size of a thumb are strung together, hanging all over the branches, attracting attention like a red fairy fruit.

The rabbit monsters who are good at playing music sit in a circle under the tree, playing the piano or playing the flute, all of them are red and happy.

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