A seal of immortality

Chapter 116
"Seventh Brother, wake up, Seventh Brother, wake up," Wang Changsheng vaguely heard someone calling himself, the voice was very familiar, it seemed to be Eighth Sister.

"Well," when Wang Changsheng exhausted all his strength to open his somewhat heavy eyelids, he saw Wang Changyue standing at the head of his bed with a very excited expression.

"Eight younger sister?" Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback when he saw Wang Changyue, then quickly raised his head and looked across the bed. There was a portrait hanging on the opposite side. Cyan hairpin, looking forward with a smile on his face.

"This is my room? What's the matter, am I not participating in the entrance trial of the Taiqing Palace?" Wang Changsheng murmured.

"What entry test? Seventh brother, what are you talking about, get out quickly, everyone is waiting for you!" Wang Changyue urged.

"Wait for me? Why are you waiting for me?"

"Seventh brother? Are you okay! Don't you know that today is your wedding day?" Wang Changyue looked at Wang Changsheng with a strange look and said.

After hearing this, Wang Changsheng noticed that he was wearing auspicious wedding attire, and the room was full of festive things.

"Oh, Brother Seven, don't dawdle, Sister Song has been waiting for you for a long time," Wang Changyue said impatiently seeing this situation.

"Sister Song? Who is Sister Song?" Wang Changsheng was confused by Wang Changyue. He remembered that he had sunk into the bottom of the sea!How come you wake up and show up in your own home, and you are still planning to get married? Could it be that everything before was just a dream?

"Which Elder Sister Song is there, Song Zhiruo, one of the Song family's twins! Hee hee, Seventh Brother, I heard that Sister Song is one of the most beautiful women in our Yueyang County! You can marry Sister Song as your wife, that's because of your previous life. Blessing!" Wang Changyue blinked and said with a smile.

"The Shuangjiao of the Song family? Could it be her?" Wang Changsheng's face was a little moved when he heard this, and he could even hear his own heart beating.

At this moment, with a bang, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. It was Wang Changsheng's father, Wang Mingyuan.

Wang Mingyuan was wearing brand-new clothes, with a deep smile on his face. Seeing Wang Changsheng who was still lying on the bed, he frowned and said, "What's going on, son, are you not feeling well?"

"No, Dad, I'm just a little confused," Wang Changsheng said with a confused expression, shaking his head.

"I understand your current mood, you! Don't think too much, go out and bring the bride back, your mother is alive, and she will be very happy to know that you are married," Wang Mingyuan turned his head at the end Glancing at the portrait, his face was filled with relief.

"But I..."

"Okay, don't be rude, don't keep the guests waiting, it's too rude," Wang Mingyuan patted Wang Changsheng on the shoulder and said softly.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng followed his father out.

"Seventh brother, congratulations!"

"Seventh brother, today is your day of great joy, we will not go home until we are drunk."

"Congratulations to the young patriarch, I wish the young patriarch an early son and inherit the ancestral business."

The manor was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there was a festive scene everywhere. Seeing Wang Changsheng, the clansmen congratulated him one after another, and Wang Changsheng returned their salutes one by one.

A group of people surrounded Wang Changsheng, the official groom, and walked towards the hall of worship. In the center of the hall, there was a large piece of red paper with the word "囍" written on it.

Both sides of the hall were full of elders of the Wang family. Wang Changsheng's grandfather was sitting first on the right, with a wrinkled face full of smiles.

"The bride is here, the bride is here," Wang Changyue, who was standing at the door of the hall, shouted, looking very excited.

Wang Changsheng looked back and saw a bride in a red wedding dress and a red hijab walking slowly into the hall with the support of a young girl.

Seeing the girl supporting the bride, Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, but then his face showed ecstasy. The girl is one of the Song family's twins, that is to say, the bride under the red hijab is the Song family monk he admires .

"I'm not dreaming!" Wang Changsheng squeezed his thigh hard, and the pain from his thigh told him that this was not a dream.

Seeing the bride slowly walking towards him, Wang Changsheng's heart was about to jump out, and his expression was a little nervous.

Witnessed by everyone, Wang Changsheng paid homage to the bride and drank with all the guests while the bride was sent to the wedding room.

The impatient Wang Changsheng dealt with the guests absent-mindedly, and then walked towards his own room. Some clansmen who planned to have a bridal chamber were blown away by Wang Changsheng.

Before entering the door, Wang Changsheng adjusted his clothes a little, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

In the room, the bride was sitting quietly by the bed with a red hijab on her head.

Wang Changsheng closed the door, walked over helplessly, and sat down next to the bride.

After taking off the red hijab with a Xi scale, a face like a moon-closed embarrassing flower appeared in front of Wang Changsheng. It was the female cultivator of the Song family who made him lose his soul the first time they met.

"Miss, I will treat you well," Wang Changsheng assured the woman while holding the woman's hands.

"Sir," Song Zhiruo blushed, and hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Changsheng.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng blew out the candles, undressed...

A year later, Wang Changsheng kept walking back and forth outside the room, with a nervous expression on his face, and occasionally cast his gaze into the room, and from time to time, a maid came into the room with a hot water basin.

"Son, don't keep walking back and forth, my head is smashed by your shaking, my daughter-in-law will be fine," Wang Mingyuan, who was on the side, comforted me when he saw this.

"I know, Dad, but..." Wang Changsheng hadn't finished speaking.

"Wow, wow," came the sound of a few babies crying from the room.

"It's born, Zhiruo is born, I'm becoming a father," Wang Changsheng was very excited when he heard the baby's cry, and walked in quickly.

"Congratulations to the young patriarch, the young lady gave birth to a fat boy," the midwife carried a baby in front of Wang Changsheng.

The baby is very small, fleshy, with closed eyes, very cute.

"Zhiruo, look, this is our baby," Wang Changsheng carefully took the baby from the midwife, walked to the bedside, held Song Zhiruo's jade hand, and said tenderly.

"Husband, please choose a name for our baby!" Seeing the baby, Song Zhiruo said with a smile on her pale face.

Wang Changsheng nodded, thinking hard.

"Although we are both immortal cultivators, we don't know if the child has spiritual roots or what kind of spiritual roots he is, but it doesn't matter whether he can cultivate immortals or not, as long as he is safe and sound, I hope he can live a long life." Song Zhiruo sighed.

"Long life to a hundred years, long life to a hundred years...", Wang Changsheng's body trembled, and he muttered a few words to himself, and his eyes immediately revealed a touch of clarity.

After a while, Wang Changsheng sighed, looked at Song Zhiruo on the bed, and said solemnly, "Zhiruo, I ask you a question, you must answer me seriously."

"What's the matter! It makes you nervous, ask!"

"Did you ever like me?"

"Of course I like it," Song Zhiruo nodded shyly.

"Well, you can go to die," just as Wang Changsheng finished speaking, a golden short sword was added in Wang Changsheng's hand, and he stabbed fiercely at Song Zhiruo.

Caught off guard, before Song Zhiruo had time to react, the golden dagger pierced her body, and the crimson blood stained the bed.

"Husband, why are you..." Song Zhiruo covered the wound with both hands, her face full of disbelief.

"Husband? At this point, do you still want to lie to me? If it weren't for your words of long life, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to wake up," Wang Changsheng looked at Song Zhiruo coldly without any trace of tenderness on his face.

"Husband, did you make a mistake, I am Zhiruo! Have you changed your mind and don't like Zhiruo?" Song Zhiruo questioned.

"I admit, I like Zhiruo, but unfortunately you don't. Think about it carefully, you have exposed too many flaws. I should have seen through your tricks a long time ago. If you didn't look exactly like Zhiruo, I would have woken up a long time ago. Already," Wang Changsheng sneered.

"Husband, what are you talking about? What kind of tricks, I am your wife Song Zhiruo!" Song Zhiruo hissed.

(End of this chapter)