After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

The wedding procession stopped at the gate of Xu's house. The groom dismounted and walked leisurely towards the bridal sedan. Matchmaker lifted the chain to reveal the bride, whose face was hidden by a veil.

Chu Chaozhao lowered her head slightly and saw the hand reaching out to her through the veil. The hand was as bony as jade and slender. She frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong but couldn't put her finger on it.

The big hand stretched forward again, and the people around were waiting. Chu Chaozhao put his hand on it, and the big hand held the small hand tightly. Chu Chaozhao slowly walked out, and probed the surroundings with his spiritual sense. He didn't feel anything wrong, so he felt relieved.

The groom holds the bride's hand and steps out of the wedding sedan, with flower petals all over the sky as congratulations. The sky is filled with crimson glow, mixed with golden light, adding a touch of beauty to the already colorful wedding dress.

She took a few steps forward, and her skirt with golden thread pattern fluttered slightly, as if it would bloom in the wind in the next moment, blooming with every step.

He just stood there, looking at her sideways, all the sounds around him disappeared, the big hand holding the small hand clenched tightly, and the groom's lips curled up.

"Arong?" Chu Chaozhao called out in a low voice.

The matchmaker covered her lips and smiled, she had seen so many newlyweds, but she had never seen such affectionate eyes. It was clearly the groom marrying his beloved, but seeing the bride in red, she thought it was a dream!

"Groom, hurry up and take the bride in. Don't miss the auspicious time. We still have to go to the Fusang tree and worship the fox god~"

There was laughter all around, but there was no malice in it.

The groom actually took a step forward and picked the man up by the waist with one hand.

The sudden feeling of being suspended in the air made Chu Chaozhao stunned for a moment, but she was afraid of being exposed, so she didn't say much, but instead put her arms around the man's neck.

Arong acted too realistically. No one knew who was so reluctant before.

Behind him was a noisy crowd, and to his side were the sounds of gongs and drums. Everyone dispersed to make way for him. The golden light elongated his shadow. The groom held the person in his arms and took every step steadily.

He held her in his arms, over the fire basin, through the flower petals, through the front hall, and came to the wedding ceremony venue. Guests from all directions were present, and a halo of light was circulating amid the clinking of glasses.

Hongniang said loudly: "Bow to Heaven and Earth!"

The bride and groom turned around and bowed to the clouds in the sky.

"Bow down, father!"

The two men turned around and bowed to the two vacant seats.

The smile on Hongniang's face never stopped. She had never seen two people who were so affectionate. They were truly a match made in heaven!

"Three bows, husband and wife stay together!"

The bride and groom faced each other, bowed, and bowed deeply.

Chu Chaozhao didn't take it seriously. He was exploring the surroundings the whole time, waiting for the so-called murderer to arrive. As for etiquette, as long as it was in place and didn't arouse suspicion, it was fine.

But, the next moment, their heads touched each other, and Chu Chaozhao's heart skipped a beat, with some indescribable emotions surged up.

The calm lake surface was rippling and sparkling.

She suddenly raised her head, and the breeze just lifted her veil, revealing her face with red lips, dark eyebrows, and rosy rouge. The bright rays of light enveloped the girl's already fair face, making her usually unmade-up face look like a goddess who had fallen into the mortal world, and her unique beauty was about to overflow.

The two held hands and fought side by side. Under the crimson glow, their red robes fluttered, and their red headbands and red silk flew together, looking stunningly beautiful.

Everyone's eyes were filled with amazement, and then there was a burst of noise.

The groom lowered his eyes and looked at her steadily. His red eyes, which were shining with golden light and as clear as glass, reflected the little girl in her wedding dress in front of him, full of tenderness and affection.

The little girl lifted her red veil, revealing her rosy-browed eyes as radiant as spring flowers, but her gaze darkened, like the moon reflected in a mountain stream, with a cold light that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and she also stared at him.

She sent a message, her voice terribly cold: "Where's Arong?"

The groom still had a smile on his face, and he answered with a laugh: "Don't worry, I won't hurt him. If you want to catch the murderer, Aye can also cooperate."

Aye?

The tall but weak figure appeared in Chu Chaozhao's mind.

Emperor Qingye?

How did he follow?

Is it possible that the young master of the Heavenly God Temple has so much free time?

Chu Chaozhao was afraid of alerting the enemy, so she turned her head and looked at Wangsheng who was ready to make a move. The other person nodded, turned and left, and she then put down her veil.

"You'd better not hurt him."

The voice was very faint and light, almost inaudible unless you got close, but it carried an aura that left no room for argument, a naked threat.

Di Qingye chuckled, and then his throat felt itchy. His eyes dimmed, but he restrained himself and swallowed the fishy and sweet taste.

Vomiting blood on a happy day is so unlucky.

He and A Zhao's wedding day must be treated with caution.

even if--

He turned his head and looked at the little girl beside him affectionately, smiling as brightly as spring.

Even so, he knew it was all fake.

Everyone followed the newlyweds and walked out slowly. A crane tied with a red silk scarf flew through the golden light, slowly descended from the flying petals in the sky, and landed in front of them.

Di Qingye stretched out his hand, but Chu Chaozhao did not move.

A deep and pleasant voice, always with a hint of laughter, overflowed: "It's time to go pay homage to the fox god."

This was to remind her that the wedding had reached its final stage. The murderer had not appeared for three days and should appear in the final stage.

Chu Chaozhao stretched out his hand and placed it on his big hand. But he pulled him into his arms, picked him up with one hand, and sat on the crane.

After leaving the public's sight, Di Qingye settled the little girl in front of him and sat her down steadily. He restrained himself and let go of her hand, always keeping a distance from her.

The crane is the messenger of the Qingqiu Fox God, and is responsible for taking newlyweds to the Fusang Tree to worship the Ten-tailed Fox God.

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With the golden sun as the background, a huge red tree stands tall. The ancient trunk is intricately intertwined and spreads upwards, and ten huge fox tails that gradually change from white to deep red are hovering on the branches. The golden fox pupils look down at the people standing under the Fusang tree, majestic and sacred, and lifelike, as if alive.

Chu Chaozhao and Di Qingye knelt down, but were stopped by a force, so they had to stand.

Di Qingye's red eyes had returned to their original state, like a drop of ink falling into spring water. He took off the mask to reveal a face that was both sharp and soft, dignified and majestic, a walking painting made of thick ink. However, the bright red wedding dress added a bit of beauty to the painting.

Different from the first time she met him, the lingering gloom in that clear and cold temperament seemed to have dissipated.

A light laugh floated over, and Chu Chaozhao just stood there, not saying a word.

Di Qingye said softly: "If we don't make a wish in front of the Ten-Tailed Fox God, won't it arouse suspicion?"

He clasped his hands together, glanced at her sideways, and looked at her affectionately. Seeing her clasp her hands together as well, the curve of the corners of her lips raised even deeper.

Chu Chaozhao chuckled, met his dark eyes, and said in a voice transmission: "As the Young Master of the Heavenly God Temple, could it be that you have a wish that cannot be fulfilled? It is better to kowtow to my father than to make a wish to a god who has long fallen."

"That's wrong." Di Qingye clasped his hands together devoutly. "Although the demon god is powerful, he is not the god in charge of making wishes. If you kowtow to him three times and nine times, I think, at that moment, the person making the wish is asking for his wish to be fulfilled, or asking him to spare his life?"

Chu Chaozhao raised his head slightly. It seemed that the people in this world knew her father better than themselves.

"Lord Fox God," Di Qingye raised his head, his eyes full of piety.

Chu Chaozhao's eyes showed interest. He was very curious about what the young master of the Heavenly God Temple wanted. Unfortunately, he didn't say a word afterwards.

Lord Fox God is above, and all that the believer Di Qingye wants is for the person by his side to live a smooth and happy life, to be loved by everyone, and to get what he wants.