On the Wedding Night, Ms. Cui Realized

In the middle of the night, the topic ran non-stop in the direction of horror. Cui Ti was timid and frightened by these words.

However, everything that happened in the rebirth of the first life happened, and it seemed understandable that something else happened. She endured the panic and burrowed into Pei Xuan's arms, her throat slightly hoarse: "Who is it?"

Pei Xuan paused, her heart seemed to be blocked by a big stone, her eyebrows and eyes drooped, and the arms around Cui Ti's waist slowly tightened, and the girl in her arms could not help but groan, she Only then did I realize what I had done.

"It's my cousin."

Saying this seemed to take her a lot of energy, she closed her eyes tiredly: "I 'saw' her pushing you into the lotus pond, you kept struggling and finally gave up, the water covered your hair, she stood in the pond Looking at it coldly, the eyes are strange that I have never seen before."

She didn't want to wrong her cousin, but this incident undoubtedly sounded the alarm in her heart.

Cui Ti recalled the hopelessness and fear before death in her previous life, and her face turned pale unconsciously: "Well, what then?"

Pei Xuan softened his voice: "Then I was awakened by your tears."

The mysterious floating shadows of dreams, the horrifying blood debts of the past, one is her beloved pillow person, and the other is her cousin who grew up together since childhood. Pei Xuan can't explain why he 'sees' this Such a scene, but she cares about Cui Ti is true.

"Prevention is essential. Let's be vigilant in the future. Fortunately, my aunt is already planning for my cousin's marriage. Song Zizhen, you know him. He happened to meet his cousin a few days ago and was moved to propose marriage. The first son of the Song family Not as good as the Dou family, but he has a good character and a bright future, and my aunt is eager to marry a daughter, so I think this marriage should be possible."

Cui Ti was dumbfounded.

Pei Xuan looked into her eyes: "Lady, if that dream is really yours and mine's previous life, it must be because I failed to protect you well, so please believe me again."

"How can I not believe you?"

Cui Ti has no idea, she is a person who 'woke up' from the mist of her past, what if Xingguang also 'wakes up' one day?

Their past lives were not as good as they are now, and she hasn't made any plans to face her 'husband' in her previous life.

Thinking about it makes me a little timid.

She has a delicate attitude, and I feel pity for her. Pei Xuan couldn't bear to look at her more, and became more determined to protect her.

Looking at a beautiful woman under the lamp, there is always a little more seductive sentiment. She touched her beating heart, and always felt that something was quietly changing.

Her love for Cui Ti grew stronger.

It was as if he owed her his life.

I owe her happiness, I owe her beauty, I owe her a vivid life.

Cui Ti's breathing was out of rhythm, her face was red and her neck was red, her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Xing Guang, why, why did you suddenly..."

Covering her eyes with one hand, unable to see anyone, Pei Xuan said softly: "My lady, I like you."

The atmosphere was unreasonably stained with peach-like pink warmth. Cui Ti sensitively noticed that the man's slender eyelashes were blinking dishonestly in her palm, she shyly moved her hand away, a little unable to bear such delicate and long-lasting enthusiasm.

The ups and downs of his chest made Pei Xuan's heart flutter, and he was inexplicably familiar with it.

"Miss..."

Cui Ti let out a cold cry, her two slender legs trembling.

The flower house in spring brews a trace of sweet honey, and some people taste it with pity when they are thirsty.

It was another hearty experience that I didn't know when it would end.

It was still dark, and the candles in the inner room were still on. Pei Xuan was wearing a coat and writing at his desk, with an unexpectedly serious expression.

Looking at the ink characters that flowed out calmly and naturally in her pen, it is hard to believe that this is a situation where the reincarnated fairy married a beautiful woman, and the bridal chamber was full of flowers and candles all night long.

And this embarrassing situation is probably the inspiration from last night.

After writing a total of 3,000 words, Pei Xuan put down the pen holder, picked up the manuscript and blew on it, his eyes were full of special expressions from beginning to end.

"Xingguang..."

Cui Ti was awakened by thirst in her sleep, she slowly drank half a cup of tea with the hand of the person next to her pillow, and asked in confusion, "Why do you wake up so early?"

"I'm writing a manuscript."

When it comes to the manuscript, Cui Ti's drowsiness dissipated: "Xianjun and the rabbit spirit?"

"Hmm, do you want to see it?"

There is no reason not to watch this, according to the rhythm, the two should achieve good things and get married together.

She was slightly shy: "Show it to me."

Pei Xuan went to the big bed with the manuscript in his arms, and put his arm around his wife, who was only wearing her underwear.

The candle was brightly lit, and after only reading a few lines, Cui Ti's ears turned red, and she was very shy: "Close your eyes, don't read."

She was so ashamed that her body became hot.

According to the teachings of the sages that Pei Xuan has received for more than ten years, he should pretend to be a piece of wood and ignore it, but I don't know if he was stimulated by "Cui Ti was conspired and pushed into the lotus pond" or was driven by unknown people. She forgot to avoid it.

With Cui Ti in his heart and eyes.

serious people write not serious

The thing is so powerful, Cui Ti looked at it, and all kinds of things from last night automatically appeared in her mind.

"finish watching?"

Cui Ti was startled suddenly, and became angry from embarrassment: "Who allowed you to open your eyes?"

With a fierce look like a biting rabbit, Pei Xuan took the manuscript in her hand with a gentle smile: "Is it well written?"

The Wenqu star in the sky, the number one scholar in the world, even if Cui Ti didn't know the real origin of this person, he couldn't say no to it against his conscience.

Her face was flushed like rosy clouds, her waist was so sore and limp, she wanted to use this to shame the prudish person next to her pillow, but it turned out that if Pei Xuan was not prudish, how could she resist?

"Forgive me soon!"

She clasped Pei Xuan's shoulder weakly.

Pei Xuan smiled brightly, and suddenly had an epiphany that should be so.

How can there be interesting people in wood?

Not to mention that a gentleman sometimes wants meng lang.

It's her Titi, no matter how reserved and dignified her temperament is, I am afraid that she is even more greedy for her intimacy regardless of each other.

She regrets only realizing now.

Little do they know that today's 'understanding' is the result of a long period of dullness.

In the Nine Heavens, Hong Luan Xing and Yue Lao played chess all night, and also watched "Flowers in the Mist" all night.

When all immortals go down to the world, there will be a water mirror to show good or bad luck. Whenever there is a scene that is not allowed to be peeped by the heavens, the water mirror will be foggy, and flowers will bloom in the fog.

This is the origin of 'Flowers in the Mist'.

Hongluan's heart flutters, Yuelao meets, and the marriage begins. As early as 1600 years ago, when Wen Quxing fell in love with Tujing, the bond between the two of them was established at Hongluanxing and Yuelao.

Unexpectedly, the red thread wrapped around the heart for 800 years, and Wen Quxing didn't dare to show his face in front of the rabbit spirit. After finally being willing to take a step, he was born to boil the rabbit to death. In the cycle of reincarnation, love is always hard to express.

Because of this, Lao Yue broke several beards, and Hong Luan laughed so hard that he fell down.

In this life, the two people who are so pitiful finally get together and become a veritable 'husband and wife'. If you want to say that the happiest is these two people in the heavenly court.

"The imprint of Wenquxing is loose, and I can already see the fragmentary scenes of the previous life. If I go further, I am afraid that I will awaken the godhead and recognize the reincarnated rabbit spirit next to the pillow."

"If that's the case, it can be regarded as a successful cultivation."

"It's just..." Hong Luan Xing said with a smile: "After thousands of years of calamity, once he wakes up and loves deeply, this mirror of water will often bloom in the mist."

Yuelao stroked his beard lightly: "That's what it should be. I've been holding it back for so many years. It's time for Wen Quxing to change his reserved and indifferent nature."

The aura of the lower realm is weak, and for thousands of years there have been few people who have become immortals, resulting in the withering of talents and the desolation of the heaven.

Now that the higher authorities are in full swing to relax the rules of heaven and encourage multiple births, how can the immortals not catch up with the trend?

Speaking of which, Wenquxing is still the earliest and longest-running waver among them.

"It's good to have deep love, and besides, rabbits can give birth. If we can give birth to a litter of little rabbit fairy and little Wenqu for Wenquxing, how can there be no reason for the fairy palace not to be lively?"

The upper realm has paid a lot of attention to Wenqu Xing's crossing the catastrophe, let's talk about the lower realm, the Dou family.

Dou Qingyue is fighting with her parents for the Song family's proposal to marry her.

Mrs. Dou persuaded her earnestly: "The young man of the Song family is talented and beautiful, and has a bright future. Although the Song family is not as good as ours, he is infatuated with you. Daughter, your father and I agree to this marriage."

"Agreed?" She just uttered two words, her heart and lungs ached due to the rising anger, and her eyes forced tears: "Mother! My daughter will not marry unless she is a cousin! If she can't be a cousin's wife, she would rather not marry for the rest of her life!"

She insisted on this, and for two consecutive months, Dou's family was restless.

That day, avoiding the 'surveillance' of the people in the mansion, Dou Qingyue secretly ran out of the house, went to the street to find a little boy, and sent someone to Sushui Bieyuan to deliver the letter.

Pei Xuan who received the letter stared at the familiar handwriting in a daze for a long time.

"Xingguang?"

Cui Ti called out worriedly.

"Don't worry, lady, I have a plan to deal with this matter."

Uncle and aunt have a very good impression of Zizhen. The Song family's intention to marry is sincere. She lives in another garden and knows something about the affairs of the Dou family.

The cousin will not ask her to meet for no reason, this is the irresistible desire to break the deadlock.

"Go to Song's house and invite Brother Zizhen to come."

The servants retreated in response.

About two quarters of an hour later, Song Zizhen rode to the Bieyuan: "Xing Guang, what can I do for you?"

"I have to trouble you to follow me to Guiming Lake."

"To Guiming Lake?"

On the bank of Guiming Lake, an arch bridge crosses the north and south. People come and go on the bridge. Dou Qingyue is wearing a light pink dress with her hair swaying in the wind, attracting many people to watch.

She silently counted the time, and felt sad when she saw that the person she was waiting for did not come.

"Over there!"

Song Zizhen looked at the finger extended by his friend, and saw the person he admired standing by the bridge with sad eyes, and suddenly his hairs stood up: "What, what is she going to do?!"

"No, stop her!"

A group of people rushed over there in a hurry.

Seeing Pei Xuan's shadow from afar, she calculated that she was kind-hearted and soft-hearted, and would never leave her to die, so she simply had the ruthless intention of threatening death, and said loudly: "I, Dou Qingyue, have only loved my cousin in my life. Pei Xuan, it's up to her, it's up to her not to marry, his heart, the world can learn from him!"

"don't want-"

She fell straight into the lake like a dilapidated kite, Pei Xuan was overwhelmed, and was about to jump into the water to save others, but Song Zizhen pushed her away resolutely, and plunged into the water first.

Fortunately, it is not winter, although the lake water is cool, it is not freezing cold.

With Dou Qingyue's jump, the whole capital of Xijing became noisy. Song Zizhen was good at water, and saved the man with great effort.

"Qingyue! Qingyue, wake up!"

Song Zizhen was in a mess, hugging people and not letting go, but he was a weak scholar after all, he couldn't hold on for a few breaths, and his consciousness soon fell into a coma.

When Pei Xuan arrived, the two of them were drenched and skin-to-skin touched, looking very ugly.

And this kind of intimacy and the courage of the scholar to risk his life to save others are seen by the people of Xijing, and they all talk about the upcoming good things between Dou and Song.

After confirming that the lives of the two were safe, Pei Xuan took the clothes handed over by the servants to cover his cousin's delicate body, and when he turned around, cold sweat broke out on his back.