After the first fool

Chapter 205 That Wedding

In the early morning of the second day, the soldiers in the entire barracks moved into action and began to dress up everywhere. Fiery red carpets were spread on the ground, red silk was hung high outside the tents everywhere, and festive double happiness characters were pasted around the surroundings. The sound is endless.

Mo Xiaoran woke up from her lethargy, listening to the festive silk and bamboo music outside, she frowned tightly, lifted the quilt on her body, and was about to get out of bed, but saw Sui Lang hurried in from outside carrying a tray.

"Miss, are you awake?" Sui Lang's gloomy face improved a little, he put the tray full of gauze and scissors on the low table beside him, and greeted him.

"What's the noise outside?" Mo Xiaoran asked with a frown.

Sui Lang looked at her face, thought for a long time, and then said: "It's Qingfeng's wedding gift. The master ordered the soldiers to work hard to give Qingfeng a decent wedding."

marriage?

There was a trace of astonishment in Mo Xiaoran's eyes: "With whom?" Five fingers grabbed Sui Lang's arm forcefully, the nails almost embedded in his clothes.

Seeing that her expression was different, Sui Lang hurriedly explained: "And Xiao Zhu."

"boom!"

Mo Xiaoran only felt dizzy, Xiao Zhu had obviously...

She held her breath and looked at Sui Lang in disbelief, as if she wanted to see something from his expression, "You mean..."

"Qingfeng begged the master to marry Xiaozhu as his wife." Suilang closed his eyes weakly and got married in the dark. This kind of thing is extremely rare in Dongyao Country, but they can't stop it at all, and they can't stop it. This is Qingfeng's wish. It was the only thing he could give to Xiao Zhu, a grand and rich wedding.

Mo Xiaoran slowly let go of her hand, her face was slumped, her head was lowered, her thin body trembled slightly, like joy or sadness.

"Miss?" Sui Lang called softly.She couldn't figure out what Mo Xiaoran was thinking.

She raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "You go out first, I have to wash up." She has to witness this wedding with her own eyes!Tightening her fingers, Mo Xiaoran said softly, nodded with the waves, bowed and left, and soon, she was holding a stack of brand-new skirts specially bought from a shop in the city, the color was slightly bright, neatly folded , on the side of the bed.

Resisting the pain in her back, Mo Xiaoran got up and shook the cloth. After getting dressed, she sat on the wooden chair and prepared to tie her hair.

The curtain was lifted from the outside, and Bai Qingluo's slender figure appeared in the tent. The familiar fragrance of dragon tongue flowers permeated the air. He squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Xiaoran who was sitting with his back to the curtain. There was a faint light in her eyes, and she walked over slowly, brushing the black hair from her hand, strand by strand, rubbing against her very gently.

The two sat and stood, and neither of them spoke first, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.

This is the first time that Bai Qingluo has pulled a woman's hair. The soft, waterfall-like blue silk ran across his palm, as light and smooth as goose feathers.

After combing her hair, she snatched the wooden hairpin from Mo Xiaoran's hand. There was no extra jewelry, but it was simple but very elegant, "It's so beautiful." Bai Qingluo could not help but praise softly, with intoxicating tenderness flowing between her brows , even with that, the cold and hard face seemed to soften a lot.

"Let's go." Without waiting for Mo Xiaoran to reply, he directly pulled her up from the chair, straightened her gauze skirt, and smiled slightly.

Mo Xiaoran nodded slowly, took Bai Qingluo's arm, and the two left the tent side by side.

In the barracks, festive red can be seen everywhere, and the boundless red is burning like a flame. It is obviously the most beautiful and festive color, but for some reason, it faintly reveals a trace of heaviness and desolation.

Sui Lang followed closely behind the two of them. In the main tent, the general guarding the border and several lieutenants were sitting on the chairs on both sides, acting as guests. The soldiers guarded the outside, and the musicians temporarily transferred from the city were playing hard Hearing joy, the sound of silk and bamboo lingering endlessly, Mo Xiaoran took a deep breath, her steps stopped outside the main tent, her legs felt like a thousand catties, and she couldn't move forward no matter what.

A gloomy look flashed across Bai Qingluo's eyes, he held her trembling wrist tightly with his backhand, and said softly: "Go in, you are Xiaozhu's master, you should give her a ride."

Yes, in this world, she and Xiao Zhu are dependent on each other, even in the end, she should witness Xiao Zhu's marriage with her own eyes!
The slender eyelashes fluttered lightly, and Mo Xiaoran raised a gorgeous smile, her brows crooked, and strode into the tent. The sitting generals stood up and saluted, "Greetings to King Qing and Empress."

Even though Mo Xiaoran is no longer a queen, this etiquette is still indispensable.

"I'm not the queen, you generals don't need to be polite." Mo Xiaoran said coldly, walked towards the two rosewood chairs at the front, and sat down slowly. In the middle of the chairs, there was a square On the wooden table, there was a tearful red candle on it, and on the curtain behind was a huge sticker with the word "Double Happiness". Melon kernels and fruits were quietly placed in the center. It was a lively and festive scene, but Mo Xiaoran's heart ached. , but it is heavy, as if a huge boulder has been piled up.

After everyone was seated, Sui Lang and Zhu Yue stood on both sides, and said loudly: "Please enter the venue."

The sound of the ceremony and music became louder and louder, as if it was about to go straight to the sky, making people's eardrums hurt. Mo Xiaoran straightened her back, and outside the curtain that was opened, the breeze was dressed in a fiery red groom's dress, and her face was full of pain. With a smile that I don't know whether it's joy or sadness, and holding Xiao Zhu who is sleeping peacefully in his arms, he walks slowly. Both of them are dressed in red. Xiao Zhu's closed eyes have never been opened, like a puppet, leaning against the In Qingfeng's arms, the pale face was slightly powdered, which seemed to add a little anger.

Mo Xiaoran's heart was throbbing with pain, she clenched the armrest of the chair under her body tightly, her teeth were clenching.

Bai Qingluo glanced at her worriedly, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

With blunt footsteps from far to near, Qingfeng carried Xiaozhu to the center of the camp step by step, wearing a fiery red flower on his chest, and the red silk wrapped him and Xiaozhu tightly, like two mandarin ducks crossing their necks , inseparable, the music of silk and bamboo came to an abrupt end, and stood aside every month, and said loudly: "The newcomer kowtows."

Qingfeng smiled, seemingly unaware of the complicated gazes from the surrounding people.

"Worship heaven and earth."

He turned around and faced outside the curtain, hugged Xiao Zhu, bent down and bowed.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Although Mo Xiaoran and Bai Qingluo are not their relatives, they are their masters and deserve this gift. Mo Xiaoran gritted her teeth, forced a smile, watched Qingfeng slowly bend down, The white teeth bit their lips tightly, and the smell of blood was already spreading in the mouth.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed a single tear. Today is Xiaozhu's big day, she can't cry, absolutely can't cry!

"Husband and wife worship each other." Zhuyue said this, her words were choked with sobs, Qingfeng lowered her head slightly, and looked at the beautiful woman in her arms lovingly. The red lips that had already been cold, like the last kiss of dying, were so desolate and beautiful.

Inside the camp, the atmosphere was extremely heavy, everyone stared at the person in the center who was kissing deeply, their hearts were heavy, several lieutenants couldn't bear to turn their heads away, the most bitterness in the world is nothing but the eternal separation between heaven and man.

After the long kiss was over, outside the camp, four soldiers carried a rosewood coffin and arrived slowly. The coffin fell to the ground with a bang, shaking the sky with yellow sand. Tears finally fell down slowly.

Who said that a man does not flick his tears easily?It's just not to the point of sadness.

Zhuyue couldn't bear to close her eyes, choked up and said: "Send..." I couldn't say the rest, the eight-foot man, at this moment, he was in pain for his brother.

"Send it to the bridal chamber." Mo Xiaoran's resounding voice sounded in the tent, her eyes were red and swollen, she gripped the handrail tightly, and said each word slowly, her eyes never moved away from Qingfeng and Xiaozhu.

Bai Qingluo gave her a complicated look. Everyone with a discerning eye knows how heavy these four words are to her.

Qingfeng glanced at Mo Xiaoran gratefully, then turned around, and approached the coffin slowly step by step. Seeing this, a soldier immediately opened the lid of the coffin. The silk is piled up with many gold, silver and jade objects, as if to send Xiaozhu a beautiful wedding.

Mo Xiaoran tightly pulled the shirt on her chest, her face was already pale, she watched Qingfeng walk to the coffin in pain, watched him slowly caress the face of the woman in her arms, her lips trembling uncontrollably, two lines Tears fell suddenly.

"Don't cry." Bai Qingluo stretched out his hand, held the back of her trembling hand, and said in a low voice, "Today is a good day for Xiaozhu, how can you cry?" After a slight pause, "Smile, be happy send her away."

Yeah, she gotta laugh, gotta laugh more than ever.

Mo Xiaoran pulled the corners of her mouth mechanically, and her grin was particularly bright. The teeth of Zibazania glistened with a white halo, but the tears in the corners of her eyes never stopped. Smiling was uglier than crying.

Qingfeng put Xiaozhu's body into the coffin, and carefully brushed away the messy strands of hair on her face, staring at her peaceful face, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and the cold fingertips slowly brushed over her face. Her face, inch by inch, seemed to engrave this person forever and deeply in her heart.

"Go to sleep, the day when you wake up will be the day when our husband and wife reunite." The lingering words spit out from his mouth, Qingfeng lowered his head, and dropped a kiss on Xiaozhu's cold forehead, as light as a goose feather, But it seemed extremely heavy, a drop of clear tears suddenly fell on Xiao Zhu's face, he couldn't bear it any longer, clenched his fists tightly, turned around without looking at the people inside.

"Closing the coffin --" a soldier said loudly, and the lid of the coffin closed little by little, covering Xiao Zhu's figure.

"Play music!" Zhuyue gritted her teeth and ordered in a deep voice. In an instant, the sound of silk and bamboo permeated the entire barracks, hovering in the air, and lingered for a long time.

With a smile on his face all the time, Qingfeng walked in from outside the tent, knelt down towards Mo Xiaoran and Bai Qingluo who were at the head, and Sui Lang immediately held the tray and offered four times the amount of thin wine to him.

"Qingfeng, thank you, Master and Miss, for your success." Qingfeng handed the water and wine to the two of them, and a grateful smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for giving Qingfeng and my wife the most honorable wedding."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the liquor in his hand.

Mo Xiaoran tightly held the wine cup in her hand, her arms were trembling uncontrollably, and the sake rippled slightly in the wine cup.

"I wish the two of you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and you will never leave each other forever." Bai Qingluo suppressed the complexity in her eyes, and said in a deep voice, the strong wine entered her throat, cutting her throat like a knife.

Mo Xiaoran didn't say a word, but drank the spirits neatly.

Afterwards, Bai Qingluo dropped the wine cup to the ground with a loud click, stood up, and his cold gaze swept across the generals present one by one. Wherever he went, it seemed that a cold current hit his face, making people shudder.

"I, Bai Qingluo, hereby swear that today's revenge will be paid by the blood of Lanyu Nation in the future!"

"That's right." Mo Xiaoran's eyes were cold, with bloodthirsty frost shining, "Let those thieves pay with their blood, and I will use their blood to sacrifice Xiaozhu's spirit in the sky!"

"Crack."

The wine cup in her hand suddenly cracked a fine trace, she gritted her teeth, every word was like blood and tears.

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

……

The deafening roar went straight to the sky.

That's their hatred for Lan Yu, it's their pride.

(End of this chapter)