Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"Xuan'er, you will become the Grand Diviner of Yuque in the future!"

"Fu Xuan! Fu's family is your home after all!"

"Are you really determined to leave with that evil seed of abundance? Ridiculous!"

Evil seed of abundance?

No.

That's my junior brother, my lover.

An Ming is a hero.

This has never been changed by blood, a hero is a hero.

"Don't you want the position of Grand Diviner of Luofu!"

"Fu's family will write to General Jingyuan to recall you to the clan."

Grand Diviner?

Just like that sad fate.

From birth throughout her life, what people saw was never [Fu Xuan], but the future Grand Diviner.

Just because of fate.

"I never need the position of Grand Diviner to prove anything!"

Fu Xuan stood outside the Fu family, his eyes shining, "but Luofu needs me to be the Grand Diviner to confirm the future path!"

"If you want to expel me, do it."

"What I need is never your affirmation."

The first glimpse of her once doomed the fate of this life.

All Fu Xuan needs is An Ming's trust and unreserved love.

Under the shawl, Fu Xuan's eyes are bright, and he looks at An Ming gently. It's only been a short thirty years, but it's longer than a lifetime.

"Old woman!"

"Senior sister."

"Sister!"

"Sister Xuan'er."

"Xuan'er."

The words in his mind overlap with reality, and An Ming smiles and reaches out to her, "Xuan'er, let's go."

Perhaps these short thirty years will be like a bubble of happiness in the distant future.

Perhaps under the peach tree, she will be the only one waiting.

This love that people don't expect may not have an ending after all.

But fate made her meet An Ming, and that was enough.

There was no need for more reasons, just this.

"Yeah!"

Fu Xuan responded gently, holding An Ming's hand tightly, stepping on the bright red carpet, and walked towards the peach tree at the end.

Pink peach blossoms fell all over the ground, dotted the green lawn with star-like debris.

An Ming and Fu Xuan walked hand in hand across the red carpet and came under the peach tree.

This peach tree planted by Jingtian himself witnessed the whole of their love. Every spring, it would bloom with gorgeous flowers, waiting for the arrival of the couple.

"Xuan'er."

An Ming gently lifted Fu Xuan's veil, revealing a delicate cheek, which was already breathtakingly beautiful without too much rouge.

This is probably the so-called natural beauty, plus the extra confidence after becoming a fortune teller, Fu Xuan is so beautiful that people forget to breathe.

Those eyes that saw through the future only blinked for An Ming at this moment.

First bow to heaven and earth.

Fu Xuan smiled, let go of An Ming's hand and walked aside, and then the two of them bowed to heaven and earth together.

If fate is unfair, fight back with love.

Second bow to the parents.

An Ming looked at the peach tree, where Jingtian's keepsake and grandma's ashes were buried. This peach tree symbolized the attention of relatives.

The petals fell, like a gentle caress, and like a sincere blessing.

Husband and wife bowed to each other.

An Ming and Fu Xuan turned around and looked at each other at the same time.

"Xuan'er, the rest of my life will be entrusted to you."

"Who said I am your senior sister."

Fu Xuan pursed her lips and showed a gentle smile.

The two bowed slowly and became husband and wife under the witness of the peach tree. No matter life, old age, sickness or death, they will love each other forever.

An Ming took out a ring inlaid with light purple crystal, "This is the jade left by the master. He said that it will be made into a ring on the day of the wedding."

"Master..."

Yes, Jingtian may have seen this scene a long time ago, and this is also his last blessing.

"Xuan'er, are you willing to be my wife?"

"Yes."

Fu Xuan stretched out her right hand, and the tears of happiness were more beautiful than crystal in the sun, "I do."

The ring on the ring finger shone with a faint light, shining like a meteor.

Under the peach tree, An Ming embraced Fu Xuan in his arms and kissed her lips.

Fu Xuan squinted slightly, hugged An Ming's back tightly with both hands, and her hair swayed gently in the wind.

Late at night.

Fu Xuan sat by the window, with some water droplets hanging on her scattered pink hair. There was only a candle lit in the room, and the only thing left was the gentle moonlight outside the window.

The decorations in the courtyard have not been removed yet. According to Fu Xuan's idea, it will be hung for some time. After all, they can't leave the courtyard for a honeymoon. It's better to keep some newlywed atmosphere.

What's important is not the form, but the person next to you.

An Ming put the sweet tea he had just brewed on the table, staring at Fu Xuan's back by the window for a while, "Xuan'er, so beautiful."

"Hmm~"

Fu Xuan made a lazy nasal sound, turned her face slightly and smiled gently, "It's useless even if you say nice things."

Fu Xuan's fair back was exposed in the moonlight. She grasped the Wuming Sword lying flat on the windowsill, and her fingertips ran across the knot at the end of the hilt.

"It was not until today that I realized that this was the red rope that meant a lot to you."

"The red rope is used to entrust to the person who is worth staying with for a lifetime," An Ming sat next to Fu Xuan and said with a smile: "Since a long time ago, Senior Sister has been the one I have identified."

Fu Xuan was obviously very pleased with such words, with love in his eyebrows and eyes, and he leaned closer to An Ming, "Speaking of which, it's time to rest."

The girl's cheeks were a little red, brighter than the peach blossoms blooming in early spring.

The breeze blowing outside the window extinguished the candlelight, and only with the help of a little moonlight could you see that Fu Xuan's neck was stained with a faint red.

"Stupid. "

"Xuan'er..."

"Stupid An Ming!"

...

...

The next morning.

Fu Xuan, who was still sleeping, was still hugging An Ming tightly, with a happy arc on the corner of his lips.

An Ming kissed Fu Xuan's forehead gently, gathered her hair under the pillow for her, and then quietly left the room.

It was noon outside the house. He hadn't gotten up at this time for a long time. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he felt comfortable and beautiful.

The peach tree in the yard remained unchanged, but An Ming felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye. He picked up the kettle and went to water it more.

"Master, how far into the future do you see? "

An Ming muttered to himself to the peach tree, and poured all the water into it. It was amazing that the peach tree did not need any nutrients, and it could bloom every year just by watering it.

The peach tree naturally did not reply, but a pleasant laugh came from behind.

Fu Xuan leaned against the window with his long hair loose, and couldn't help laughing at An Ming's silly look, "Stupid An Ming, who can talk to a tree."

"Don't you need to rest for a few more hours?"

"I'm not a child, such a small matter is nothing," Fu Xuan's pretty face flushed slightly, but still said proudly.

While speaking, he was about to stand up, and then his willow eyebrows frowned a little, and he sat down and pouted and said:

"I want sweet tea!"