Murong Fu didn't know what happened after he left. After flirting with A Zi'er for several days, he waited until Deng Baichuan and his party arrived.
Having already prepared several large ships, he successfully loaded all his belongings and set off for Peach Blossom Island.
Before the fog that closed the island, Murong Fu ordered all the ships to stop, and he led them one by one, so that all the ships successfully passed through the reefs outside the island and arrived at Peach Blossom Island.
Thanks to the help of the divine eagle, he was able to travel back and forth so conveniently.
The divine eagle, which had just arrived on Peach Blossom Island, was extremely excited and flew directly to a mountain peak to build a nest.
Azi had already met up with her sisters, while Deng Baichuan and the others were working hard to transport the items on board to the island.
Fortunately, Abi and A'Zhu were already familiar with the formations of the Peach Blossom Forest. Otherwise, if there was no one to lead the way, these hundreds of people would be like headless flies scurrying around in the forest.
Seeing the beautiful scenery on Peach Blossom Island, the maids at Mantuo Villa were very happy. Thinking that they would be able to live here in the future, they respected Murong Fu even more.
"Fu'er, this Peach Blossom Island is such a good place. Even if you drive me away from now on, I won't leave!"
The more Li Qingluo stayed on Peach Blossom Island, the more she liked the scenery and climate here, and she refused to leave no matter what.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "If aunt likes it, she will stay here forever!"
Knowing that he was filial, Li Qingluo smiled slightly and took the initiative to arrange for the servants to lay out all the red cloth for the wedding banquet. Calculating the time, she only had six or seven days.
"My lord, can I live here in the future?"
At this time, a five or six-year-old girl ran to Murong Fu and cheered in surprise.
I can't compliment this girl's appearance. Her eyes are one big and one small, her nostrils are pointing upward, and her ears are waving in the wind. She really can't be said to be pretty.
Just like what Bao BuTong often said to himself: "My daughter is pretty but not handsome. Although she is generally cute and cute, she is extremely ugly and can be called ugly."
Murong Fu did not look down upon her because of her appearance. He touched Bao Buliang's little head and said with a warm smile: "Liang Liang, you can stay here as long as you want. Go find your father and pick out a nice house for you." !”
Bao Buliang nodded repeatedly and ran to the peach blossom forest alone.
Upon seeing this, Abi was worried that she would not be able to find the way, so she went with her.
When Bao BuTong saw Murong Fu treating his daughter so well from a distance, he felt extremely grateful.
As the number of people on Peach Blossom Island increased, the entire island also took on a new look, adding a bit of vitality.
In the peach blossom forest, many red ribbons are tied on the peach branches, swaying in the wind. From a distance, the red makeup looks like a newlywed. The entire Peach Blossom Island is decorated with wedding banners and lanterns and colorful decorations. .
In a blink of an eye, the wedding day came.
Murong Fu was dressed in a red robe, with his hair tied up and a crown, and his face was like a crown of jade. He looked chic, elegant and high-spirited.
After the servant came to report, he walked out of the room and came to the front of the hall.
I saw that the hall was already full of people, all of whom were acquaintances of Yanziwu and Mantuo Villa, so no one seemed unfamiliar, the atmosphere was particularly harmonious, and the sound of laughter never stopped.
Li Qingluo sat on the high hall with a gentle smile on her face.
Deng Baichuan was in charge of presiding over the wedding. When he said "the bride and groom are here," he saw Wang Yuyan dressed in red and covered with a red cloth, walking towards Murong Fu with Abi's support.
Murong Fu took the lead, and Wang Yuyan held one end each, and walked towards the wedding hall.
Arriving in front of the hall, A'Zhu followed the wedding customs of the Song Dynasty and used a scale beam to lift off the bride's hijab before beginning to worship heaven and earth.
When the hijab was lifted, the whole hall immediately let out low cheers and cheers. No matter men, women, old or young, they couldn't help but look at the bride in front of them.
Murong Fu glanced slightly from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt his breath hitched.
I saw that Wang Yuyan's exquisite face was now painted with light red makeup, wearing a phoenix crown on her head, and a Xiapei. Under the meticulous makeup, she really looked like a goddess above the nine heavens, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Just a profile view made Murong Fu unable to take his eyes away. Against the background of the red hijab, the white and greasy skin became more and more crystal clear and radiant.
As if aware of Murong Fu's gaze, Wang Yuyan lowered her eyebrows and glanced at him. When she saw the infatuation on her cousin's face, she felt indescribable joy in her heart, and a blush rose on her face. Come on, make it even more charming.
Everyone was shocked by Wang Yuyan's beauty at this moment, and privately marveled at the beauty of the bride. The groom was also handsome and handsome. The two were truly a perfect match, a couple.
Naturally, these whispers could not escape the ears of the two of them. When Murong Fu listened, he felt as if he was in a dream, and his whole body was so light that he did not realize that it was real.
Wang Yuyan, on the other hand, was secretly happy and shy, and the pregnant blush on her face deepened.
Afterwards, according to custom, the two of them paid homage to their ancestors' tablets, and then paid homage to their parents and elders.
However, Murong Fu's father was now unemployed, and Murong Fu didn't bother to pay attention to the old guy. He paid homage to the deceased even though he knew he was still alive.
As for the elders, they naturally worship Li Qingluo.
Li Qingluo's face was full of joy when she saw the two people paying homage to her. Now, for her, the two closest people finally had a good home, and she was free from worries in her life.
After the ceremony, Wang Yuyan walked backwards and led Murong Fu into the bridal chamber.
Then they have to go through tedious steps such as "the couple bows to each other, the official sets the tent, drinks wine, ties up the bun, the couple changes clothes, and comes to the auditorium to thank relatives and friends" and other tedious steps before they are truly married.
The process was very different from Murong Fu's impression.
Time soon came to night, leaving a group of relatives and friends here to celebrate and drink, while Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan returned to the bridal chamber.
Seeing the two leaving, Ah Zi secretly wanted to follow them, but was caught by Li Shishi and Ah Zhu.
Ah Zi said weakly: "Isn't there something about having a wedding ceremony?"
A'Zhu said with a straight face: "This is the wedding day of the young master and his cousin. You better calm down, little girl. You don't have to follow these bad customs!"
AhZi spit out her sweet tongue and had no choice but to return to her seat.
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In the bridal chamber.
Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan sat on the bed hand in hand, looking at Wang Yuyan's face under the candlelight, shy and timid, her red lips slightly pursed, her long eyelashes trembling due to nervousness, her fingers tightly rubbing the hem of her skirt, unable to say anything Pretty and charming.
Slowly holding the beauty's catkin in his hand, Murong Fu said warmly: "How about consummating the marriage in a few days?"
Wang Yuyan's delicate body trembled slightly, and her five fingers grasped Murong Fu's hand at the same time. She raised her head, her eyes were dizzy, and she said timidly: "Yu Yan doesn't want to have any regrets..."
After that, he plucked up the courage and took the initiative to kiss her.
Tasting the sweet fragrance exhaled from the beauty's sandalwood mouth, Murong Fu was already extremely emotional. He waved his palm to extinguish the candle, and then slowly leaned down.
After a while, Hong was thrown into the waves, and the good man crossed the spring night...
