After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

The gold-woven car curtain suddenly fell in front of my eyes.

As soon as Jiang Yufeng sat in the sedan chair, he heard a rattling sound from the top of the sedan chair.

He was stunned for a moment, but after a while, he suddenly realized that someone had sprinkled rice grains and tea leaves on the roof of the sedan chair.

Why did you ask him to be a bride when you first came to Mengxing?The speed of this movement was too fast, and he couldn't even catch his breath.

He knows the four great happy events that mortals call--the rain after a long drought, the encounter with an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night in the bridal chamber, and the time when he is listed on the gold list.

But he spent half his life cultivating Taoism in Zeshan, and he chanted the purity of inaction day and night, and he never thought that there would be a time when he would put on a dazzling wedding dress and sit in a sedan chair.

It's so weird.

But when he was still struggling, Jiang Yufeng suddenly felt that the sedan chair shook suddenly, causing him to hold on to the sedan chair wall unsteadily for a while.

"Get up the sedan chair!!" There was a voice from outside that was neither salty nor weak, and shouted angrily.

There is an indescribably weird feeling.

Jiang Yufeng suddenly felt that he was being lifted up slowly and carefully, almost bumping forward slowly.

Is this Shengmen? He forced himself to calm down, but looked down at the luxurious and complicated wedding robe with red phoenix embroidered on his body, but felt a little dazed.

The door of birth is suitable for making money, and marriage and marriage have the meaning of endless life and good luck.

Is this the scene that Song Bihui encountered in his dream trip back then?

So where is he now?

"Xianjun, the groom can't go out right now." At this moment, an old woman dressed in bright red and green suddenly stopped Song Bihui with the corners of her lips pulled.

Her skin was wrinkled and ravines, and her eyes were dull and cloudy staring at the person in front of her, as if she was a puppet being manipulated.

In front of the main hall of Feige Liudan, Song Bihui was dressed in a fiery red dress inlaid with gold, with a gilt hair crown solemn and solemn, and his whole person stood gracefully as if he were an inviolable statue of Qingjun.

But it was a day of great joy, but he stepped out of the hall with a sharp and cold gaze, carrying a three-foot Qingfeng.

At this moment, the mighty sword aura suddenly fell on the woman.

But now it was still a dream, and the woman was just an illusion in the end, so she still had that ugly expression, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

The hustle and bustle above the banquet fell silent instantly, only the loud and clear suona was still blowing heart-piercingly, and there was a strange sense of silence.

The red fluttering ribbons hanging all over the eaves and window lattices were buzzing in the wind at this moment. Song Bihui was full of murderous intent and stared down at His Royal Highness, a group of guests dressed in red and green with stiff smiles.

Thin lips pressed together...

This time it really was his dream, it was exactly the same scene as that year.

A year later, he still only felt that the nerves in his brain were constantly tensing up.

Where is Jiangyu Feng?

It seems that as long as he doesn't notice the breath of the Jiangyu wind, he will feel as if he is hovering on the edge of anxiety at any time.

There are many people outside...

The unusually noisy voices of people and firecrackers and drums lingered in Jiang Yufeng's ears continuously. He could hear the footsteps of the crowd and some empty laughter and blessings.

Everything is rigid and empty.

Is this the world within Dreamwalk? It seems to be surrounded by others, but it also seems to be abandoned by the world.

He wanted to open the car curtain to take a look, but suddenly saw several hard objects scattered in from the window. He was startled, and immediately waved his sleeves, only to find that those objects fell on the phoenix-patterned soft fleece in an instant. Looking down, there are several longevity fruits and acacia red beans.

Jiang Yufeng: "..." I really regarded him as a bride.

He can't bear children, so what's the point of investing in them?

But looking at the current posture, it is even more lively than the night banquet at Zeshan. The crowd is endless, and they are constantly rushing up like a tide, bustling and bustling.

But Jiang Yufeng's eyes were already calm and clear. He gently rubbed the phoenix jade bracelet on his wrist with his hands, then bent over and silently picked up a longevity fruit, peeled the shell and put it in his mouth, only to find that his fingers accidentally rubbed against him lip fat.

It's bright red... Is my mouth really not the same as a bloody mouth?Does he have to be so particular about a big man?Jiang Yufeng felt a sense of speechlessness filling his heart.

He also can't see what he looks like now...won't he scare Song Bihui then?

Jiang Yufeng was thinking wildly, but felt the sedan chair shake slightly.

After a while, the outsider dragged his voice and shouted, "Get off the sedan chair—"

arrive?Jiang Yufeng patted the peanut skin sticking to his hands, and was about to lift his legs out swaggeringly, but was pushed back forcefully by another person.

"The bridegroom officer didn't come, how can the bride come out by herself? This is bad luck." The vague and dull voice spoke coldly outside the sedan door.

"There are so many rules?" Jiang Yufeng's cold and indifferent voice sounded slowly, "What if I want to?"

At that moment, he suddenly raised the sedan chair curtain, stepped forward and kicked away the outstretched hand again, tapped his toes, and landed in front of the sedan chair.

Jiang Yufeng raised his chin slightly, raised his hand and raised his hijab proudly, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were filled with coquettish carmine, making him look extremely attractive at the moment.

The gold tassels on his earlobe swayed slightly when he walked, and the gold pendant of the headdress slammed lightly, which was truly breathtaking.

Song Bihui had lowered his eyes and glared at the guests below the jade steps who were staring blankly at him, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the soul-stirring scene not far from the door, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He just felt a shock in his heart.

Jiang Yufeng almost saw the handsome and powerful man on the high platform at a glance. He was the most eye-catching person at the banquet almost all the time. Today, he was dressed in fiery red clothes just like him, which made him not angry at all. Self-prestige, as sharp as a blood blade.

It's really exciting.

It turned out that Song Bihui looked like this on his wedding day.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, as if someone had lit a hot fire in his chest, making him a little short of breath.

"How can the bride lift her hijab at this time! Unlucky! Unlucky!!"

The person next to him suddenly yelled, but Jiang Yufeng just glanced at the person coldly with some impatience, then waved his sleeves immediately, and immediately threw the noisy person several meters away.

"Where are there so many..." He was about to reprimand, but he suddenly stopped his mouth as if thinking of something.

I just feel that it's not good to say some inelegant things in front of Song Bihui at the wedding banquet.

He corrected his appearance, then looked up at Song Bihui in front of the hall with a reserved and solemn expression, and raised his hand indifferently.

There was a lingling sound from the complicated headgear, so luxurious that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

All the guests stared blankly at Song Bihui flying down the steps like a banished fairy, and held Jiang Yufeng's hand affectionately and gently in his eyes.

It was quite different from the ruthless and cold-blooded killing god just now.

The fiery red wedding robes of the two matched each other, and then they slowly stepped up the jade steps to the sound of suona, gongs and drums.

But the look on the faces of the couple was always indifferent.

Dreaming here, it seems to be noisy and bustling, with flowers blooming brocade, and fire cooking oil, but in fact, it is full of coldness, mystery and fog-like mist.

"Bihui, is this your dream?" Jiang Yufeng opened his mouth softly.

The people around him seemed to pause for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Is it the same for Meng Xing a year ago?"

"Yes." Song Bihui affirmed softly.

They stepped into the main hall, but saw that all the people sitting around had stiff and dull faces, as if they were all handmade paper figurines.

Many of the dreams are unreal, and now in the dream walk, it really is the same perfunctory.

"So you wanted to marry me a year ago?" Jiang Yufeng looked at Song Bihui in disbelief.

He remembered that he and Song Bihui were at odds because of a misunderstanding, but Song Bihui was moved so early?

Song Bihui: "..."

The man's thoughts were pierced, and he immediately fell silent.

Little bastard, although I knew that his thoughts were hidden deep, I didn't expect to be so deep without leaving a trace.

If he didn't come to Dreamwalk this time, maybe he would never know about it.

So what's the meaning of Song Bihui's confrontation with him before?Want to get his attention?

Jiang Yufeng stared at him with deep meaning at the moment, "I will return, I am a horse with a heart and ape, and I will lose my mind and flow my mind."

Song Bihui heard that this was a sign that he had complicated and deep thoughts.

Hearing the sound, he felt his body froze for a moment, and then closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't know if this wishful thinking would offend that person again.

"I said, you don't have to worry so much with me, I just want you to do whatever you want and be at ease." But Jiang Yufeng spoke again slowly.

His fingers gently hooked the man's palm, feeling the man's warm body temperature slowly spread to his heart along the skin.

Song Bihui stared at him in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.

The world is soft and red, but now there are only a few of them left.

……

The woman pulled her smiling face, but there was a fake smile everywhere.

Seeing Jiang Yufeng and Song Bihui walking into the palace, she prolonged her voice and said loudly, "The bride and groom worship heaven and earth—"

This is, love disorder...

But Jiang Yufeng's eyes were burning, and his eyes seemed to sink into the shining and flowing stars. He smiled at Yanyan, and the pendant that fell on his ear lightly shook, and said softly, "I will return, may I be willing to be a Taoist couple with me!" ?”

Ten miles into the world of mortals, he wanted to make a wild trip.

Immortal Master Huai Ling wanted him to be safe and happy, but things always backfired.

He has been grieving and suffering for several years, and he has gone through a lot of hardships to come here.Now, he wants to make up for all the joy regardless of his care.

"Huh?!" Song Bihui stared blankly at the person in front of him, feeling fascinated by the thousands of wind and moon.