Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heires

The Han marriage was soul-stirring and Grand. Amidst the complicated rituals, it was dignified and elegant, solemn and strict. It vividly expressed the unwavering loyalty and deep feelings between the couple.

This was the profound meaning that the Han marriage wanted to express.

It was sacred and honorable, and could not be profaned.

After the wedding ceremony, many people were still immersed in the sacred solemness that shook people's hearts. It also made more people deeply realize what kind of sacred power the National culture that had been passed down for thousands of years had.

It was dignified and elegant, even more so than a western wedding.

It was magnificent and even grander than a western wedding.

It was solemn and even more sacred than a western wedding.

Zhou Tianyu was still in shock and could not get out of it for a long time.

After Gu Junling helped old Mr. Mo and old Mr. Wen send the guests off, he saw Zhou Tianyu standing under the sparse light. She was dressed in a pink, curved dress and had her hair tied up in a bun. The silver hair bun in front of her forehead swayed gently in the night wind. Under the dim light, her figure was graceful and she looked extremely charming.

His heart throbbed, and his steps were out of control. &Quot; "Why are you hiding here?"

Zhou Tianyu snapped out of her daze and looked at Gu Junling, who was walking towards her step by step. She smiled and said, " "I'm just so shocked by this wedding that I can't come to my senses."

Being in the upper class, she had seen too many weddings-western romances and Chinese festivals. However, this was the first time she had seen a wedding that was full of sacred and solemn power, as if it was a ceremony.

Si yiyan had indeed put in a lot of effort for Wen Xinya.

The love between them was enviable.

Gu Junling walked up to her and stared at her unbelievably beautiful face under the dim light. &Quot; &Quot; then, what kind of wedding do you want? "

He had also been greatly shocked by today's wedding.

He had never thought that a formal wedding could express so many things.

He couldn't stop thinking about what kind of wedding he should give Tianyu.

At the same time, the idea of marriage was still lingering in his mind, making him feel like he couldn't wait any longer.

Zhou Tianyu was taken aback and looked up at him. Caught off guard, her eyes met his extremely serious black eyes. For a moment, her mind and soul were moved and she could not look away.

His back was facing the light, and his facial features were a little blurry, but his eyes were full of sparks.

Gu Junling looked at her seriously and said, " ah-Yu, Xinya and Si yiyan have finally gotten married. It's our turn now. Since you like the sea, let's hold a grand wedding on a cruise, shall we? " Since you like white bellflowers, we'll make the entire cruise into a sea of bellflowers, and let the pure white bellflowers witness our eternal love."

The flower language of The White Balloon was eternal love.

He thought that Zhou Tianyu would definitely like it.

Zhou Tianyu snuggled into his arms and nodded. &Quot; "Alright!"

White bellflowers represented eternal love.

However, it also had a sad flower language, and that was hopeless love.

Zhou Tianyu brought with her the hopeless love she had for Gu Junling in her previous life and the eternal love he had for her in this life. With the Chinese bellflowers as the witness, she married her beloved.

&Quot; Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang " at this moment, fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky. The gorgeous and brilliant fireworks were as beautiful as the void.

"What beautiful fireworks!" Zhou Tianyu looked up at the sky and couldn't help but praise.

Gu Junling put his arm around her shoulders and said softly, " "It's Chinese Valentine's Day today,"

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Ye Feiyu stood in the courtyard, separated from them by a wall. She looked at the passage paved with red carpet and the Red Lanterns that illuminated the night sky. The lights were hazy and beautiful as they extended all the way to the palace.

She couldn't help but think of the sacred and solemn wedding at dusk. Perhaps she was born into a family of scholars, and she was also well-read in history, so she had a deep understanding of the various processes and complicated etiquette of han marriages. The shock she felt was far beyond that of ordinary people.

She was a little envious, but she also wished Wen Xinya well from the bottom of her heart. She was glad that Wen Xinya had found the man of her life and even married him.

"In the South, there are Qiao Mu, do not stop thinking; in the Han, there are wandering women, do not stop thinking. "The Han is vast, but one can not think of it. The river is eternal, but one can not think of it ..."

A disdainful and reverberating voice drifted over. This song was ancient and profound, as if it had traveled through the river of history. It was the song "the Book of Songs, Han Guang."

This poem was about a man pursuing a woman, but he could not get what he wanted. It was a love song that was entangled with emotions, unable to be freed, and unable to be obtained.

They had known each other for so many years, but she had no idea that Ling qingxuan could sing, and that he could sing so well.

Ye Feiyu turned around and saw the man standing under the dim lights. The shadow of the night was cast on his body. She felt a sense of loneliness at the end of the bustling city.

&Quot; the wrong pay, the words criticize his Chu; the son Yu GUI, the words criticize his horse. &Quot; "The Han is vast, but one can not think of it. The river is eternal, but one can not think of it ..."

Ling qingxuan's voice was very magnetic. When he sang, it had an ancient charm to it, magnetic and sweet, like the sound of nature. There was a kind of bone-deep gentleness, and his liver and intestines trembled.

Ye Feiyu looked at Ling qingxuan in a daze. &Quot; "You ... Your singing is so good."

Her throat was dry, and her voice was also dry. She didn't know why, but her heart felt as if it was being kneaded into a ball by his singing, and she couldn't describe how uncomfortable she felt.

"If you like it, I can sing for you every day."

He quietly looked at ye Feiyu, who was standing opposite him at the end of the lights. Her green Han Chinese clothing fluttered in the night wind while her red, curled dress was illuminated by the lights. She looked elegant and beautiful.

He suddenly felt that the distance between them was like a river that could not be crossed.

Then, he added,"in this life, I will sing all my sweet and touching love songs only for you." &Nbsp;

Ye Feiyu was shocked.

Ling qingxuan did not give her any chance to refuse. He strode over and kissed her without warning. Her body was forced to take a few steps back by his sudden force until her body was pressed against a cold and hard wall.

Could this be the legendary "kabedon"?

Her gentleness seemed to have encouraged Ling qingxuan. He gently bit her soft lips and said in a devilish tone, " &Quot; you've already missed your only chance to resist. &Quot;action

Before ye Feiyu could understand the meaning of his words, Ling qingxuan's tall and handsome body had already pressed against her and pressed her against the wall and his chest.

The reckless and wild kiss engulfed her strongly and passionately. Ye Feiyu's body could not muster up any thoughts of resistance. Her eyes trembled slightly, and she finally closed her eyes and wrapped her trembling hands around his waist.

Ling qingxuan was overjoyed. His thin lips kissed her soft lips, gently pushed them away, and went straight in. He licked her every tooth, then scraped across every inch of soft flesh between her lips. He savored the intoxicating fragrance of her lips to his heart's content, and finally played with her tongue.

The lights in the sky exploded, and the beautiful scene became a beautiful background behind them.