It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

There are four great happy events in the world, the rain comes after a long drought, an old acquaintance meets in a foreign land, the night of being named on the gold list, and the time of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.

Dongfang is the leader of a sect, everyone only dares to respect but not to persuade, but Mo Wuming drank more today.Dongfang frowned slightly when he saw that he never refused to come, this man didn't like to drink alcohol at all, even on a big day he didn't need to drink more, so he took him straight out of the hall.

In the place where the wine is half drunk, there is a hustle and bustle on the cliff, and the east embraces people, passing over the heads of the crowd, and lands in a quiet place.The cool wind kept blowing, Mo Wuming's alcohol smell gradually dissipated, his eyes became clear again, and then he was startled.

The courtyard is full of roses, delicate and raucous, wanton and fragrant, small bridges, spring pools, flower sea pavilions, and red and white cottages stand among them.It’s like a dream, like a dream, the autumn wind blows in the world, the yellow leaves fall, but on the black wood cliff, the tail of summer is tightly grasped, the green trees are evergreen, and here... the petals are swaying, and there are new greens, swaying like the coming of spring .

This is Alice in Wonderland, Taohuayuanji Peach Blossom Village, the legacy of Penglai Xiandao, beautiful and peaceful everywhere Anlan, he was dumbfounded for a while.

The person in the red wedding dress walked among the sea of ​​flowers like a flower brushing a willow, and turned around lightly.He leaned over to pick the most beautiful rose, raised his eyes slightly, the eyelashes like the wings of a swallowtail butterfly fluttered slowly, and his vermilion lips were slightly parted, hiding cautious expectations.

This is a place that Dongfang discovered by accident. Compared with other places on the cliff, the temperature is more suitable and the flowers and leaves are luxuriant.It is a valley on a cliff, next to a cliff, it is difficult for those who are not highly skilled in martial arts to approach, so far no one has noticed it.

He quietly transformed this place into the home of the two of them. It was just completed yesterday, and it was a gift for their wedding.

Mo Wuming stared at the man blankly, the sleeves of Zangfeng slipped down, revealing the plain white wrists, and the delicate roses were twisted with jade white fingers.When he raised his eyes lightly, there seemed to be a variety of styles.

The wind came with whispers, and the voice that fell on my ears carried the scattered gentleness blown away by the wind, "Do you like it?"

I like it, how can I not like it?He likes this charming and gentle courtyard, and he likes people who are more delicate than flowers in the sea of ​​flowers.He hooked his sleeves with his fingers, calmed down, suppressed his thoughts, stepped into the sea of ​​flowers calmly, and approached that person.

It was still early in the day, and the scorching sun was lingering and dyed a little orange, hitting the red clothes, reflecting an ambiguous and warm halo.

The burning red clothes were stacked together, and Mo Wuming gently circled Dongfang, stroking the petals in his hands.A hoarse and deep voice sounded beside his ears, and he breathed out lightly and slowly, but it made Dongfang's pupils tremble, and the delicate flower in his hand was suddenly crushed and withered by force.

Mo Wuming behind him didn't see the pain and struggle in his eyes, the bridal chamber was full of flowers and candles, being honest with each other, what should come will always come.He closed his eyes and raised his head, opened them again, and finally made up his mind to face it calmly.

Before returning to the main hall, the ups and downs took only a moment, and the two had already landed in front of the wedding room.Skimming the courtyard full of red silk window grilles, Mo Wuming dragged Dongfang into the room, turned around and closed the gate without waiting for a look.

The interior has a new look, bright red brocade hangs on the beams, red curtains, red candles with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, love quilts and soft pillows for mandarin ducks...

The room is full of red, rich and warm. The Eight Immortals table is covered with a red embroidered tablecloth, and the red and green tassels cover the looming footstool.Mo Wuming picked up the Hebei wine on the table, the golden bottle and the jade cup, connected by a red thread.

Two people holding cups, looking at each other tenderly, two pairs of eyes, four moods.Arms intertwined, wine and drink together, sweetness after bitterness, husband and wife become one, and since then we have shared joys and sorrows and shared weal and woe.

Dongfang sat quietly by the bed, his hands in his big sleeves tightly clenched his sleeves, his fingertips turned blue and white.His eyelashes trembled, the sound of footsteps stopped in front of him, and his chin was slowly lifted.

Mo Wuming put the wine cup back on the tray, lit the red candle, and the heavy curtain fell to completely isolate the inner and outer rooms.The man sat quietly with his eyes downcast, his whole body was stiff and struggling. He exhaled lightly, stopped in front of him, his cheeks wanted to touch, and gently comforted him: "Believe in yourself, believe in me, I will love you forever, forever."

The long and curly eyelashes blinked slowly, and Dongfang looked at him from bottom to top. The man's eyes were full of unresolved emotion, and the beating desire was suppressed in his eyes.He didn't know what expression he had, whether he was thinking, but he heard a hoarse "OK" next to his ear, drifting into an unfamiliar voice, hiding an unidentifiable desperation.

Physical incompleteness is a hurdle that Dongfang cannot pass, an irreparable injury, no matter how much anticipation and psychological preparation, it will be of no avail at the moment when the most unbearable side is exposed.Time seemed to stand still, tears slipped from the end of the eyes into the bushy hair, Dongfang closed his eyes tightly, like a dying fish, unwilling to face it.

Knowing his deformity and ugliness, did Mo Wuming feel disgusted? He didn't want to see the contempt or disgust or surprise and fear in that person's eyes at all.That's right, he still wanted to use his power to lock this person by his side. His heart was full of filth and filth. How could he be a monster who was neither male nor female? How could he be worthy of him?

I deceived myself for a long time, the butterfly wings trembled, and strings of water drops poured out.Mo Wuming was the only one who knew his secret, but he was still reluctant to kill him. Perhaps, he should let him go free and never see him again.

Mo Wuming stared straight into his empty and dull eyes, the deep black eyes were full of intoxicating distress.There was a sudden pain in my heart, and I was very depressed.

He pursed his lips tightly, feeling angry, but after a few seconds of silence, the man was so lifeless, and tears seemed to trickle down.He just doesn't believe in himself, and he doesn't believe in him.

The gentle reassurance made Dongfang Fu like him again. He turned his dull eyes and looked at Mo Wuming.Although his movements were so gentle, but his face was full of unkindness, he said nana: "I..., you" don't hate it?

Mo Wuming didn't say a word, just looked at him expressionlessly, the man's washed eyes were charming, the peach blossom color at the end of his eyes was smudged, charming and charming.

He endured these days and nights, getting closer little by little, exerting himself and effort, intending to moisten things and resolve his knot silently.

However, these efforts have not withstood the test.This person does not have the slightest trust in himself and him, and he has long believed in his heart that when this moment comes, it will be the moment when he is disgusted, abandoned, and knocked down to the bottom.

Mo Wuming's expressionless gritted teeth made him feel uneasy, Dongfang sucked his nose lightly: "Wuming, don't be like this...I'm scared."

He had never cried like this since his parents left.Tears are a luxury and useless thing to him, and the life creed of his teaching is only blood and sweat.

Mo Wuming's gentleness gave him hope, and with his moist eyes open, he mustered up the courage to seek something that he couldn't ask for.

Sighing softly, Mo Wuming leaned over and kissed his eyes, and whispered despondently, hitting his eardrums: "You should trust me more."

He found his lips, kissed them gently, nibbled lightly, the tip of his tongue suddenly knocked open the white teeth, and the lips and tongue pressed against each other like a storm.Complicated emotions turned into random kisses, and Mo Wuming withdrew his lips and tongue when the determination faded from the man's eyes.

He took a deep breath, then turned over neatly and lay down next to the man, grabbed the ape's arm, pulled the man into his arms, folded his arms, and placed a gentle kiss on Dongfang's forehead.He caressed the man's black and smooth hair, his voice hoarse: "Tell me, I'll listen."

Dongfang raised his head and stared at him, with watery eyes and tears dripping down.Feeling Mo Wuming's tenderness and distress, she was obviously happy, but tears rolled down unconsciously.He was lying on his chest again, and the ring-wearing hands were clasped together so tightly that people wanted to cry.

Mo Wuming quietly listened to his statement. Although he knew that he was from the palace, but hearing his calm voice, there was still dense sourness flowing from his heart to his eyes, which was uncontrollable.He hugged the person in his arms tightly and silently kissed the top of the person's hair.

Tears finally slipped into Dongfang's jet-black hair, he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to speak: "You..."

The reminiscence of words of comfort swirls on the tip of the tongue, compared to the real hurt, how pale is the language.

He tightened his arms, and his voice was still hoarse: "You have me in the future, I will always be there, I love you. We are husband and wife who have worshiped heaven and earth, and we just had a cup of wine. Naturally, two people are one, sharing joys and sorrows, never separate."

The arm holding him was so hard that it seemed to be embedded in the body, and it hurt a little, but Dongfang didn't have the slightest thought of struggling.He raised his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of Mo Wuming's eyes, with a relieved smile on his face.With all the burdens gone, his body was relaxed, his eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of small stars, dazzling, and Mo Wuming was stunned.

His voice was like a spring breeze blowing over a new girl, full of endless freshness and tenderness: "Don't cry, it's all over, I have you. We will always be happy in the future, hand in hand."

Mo Wuming nodded heavily, took his hand that was interlaced with his own again, kissed it on the ring, and promised: "Life and death share the same acupuncture point, and the white head will never be separated."

"Then...do what you want to do!" Dongfang sat up straight, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, rapping at the end, with endless charm in his mouth.

The red candle drips tears, and the lover is exhausted.In the drowsiness, the sky was bright, and the leader's mansion was silent, and the early birds were expelled before they had time to sing.

In the crimson wedding room, bright sunlight sneaked in through the gaps, but was blocked by the smooth silk curtains, and the people who hugged each other still slept soundly.

There was silence on the Blackwood Cliff, and inside and outside the Mingcheng Hall, the servants were busy cleaning up the mess after the banquet.The rustling sound is accompanied by the snoring of some people, which is funny and harmonious.