It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

She's just a simple girl who has never experienced the world.

"You like Ah Che, but to the point where you can't live without him in your life?"

Song Wanxin was stunned, and after asking herself, it seemed that it had not reached that point.

She had just been secretly in love with him for a few years.

Lan Qingya stood up and walked to Song Wanxin, her low and gentle voice filled with temptation.

"There are always beautiful women in the world, Wanxin, if you take your eyes off him and look around, you will find that this world of cultivation is huge."

"As long as you are willing, all the male cultivators in the world may have a story with you. Why do you have to hang yourself on a tree?"

"We female cultivators have an entire forest to ourselves."

Lan Qingya looked at her eyes and it seemed as if something was opened, and she became different in an instant, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, go back and rest early. I have other things to worry about."

After sending Song Wanxin back, Lan Qingya pursed her lips and looked worried.

Do I really have to wear wedding clothes with him and get married solemnly?

She was not used to being pulled around like a puppet.

At daybreak, Song Yanche opened the door and was pushed into the room by Lan Qingya with a smile.

She turned around and closed the door, regaining some seriousness: "Are you still following the plan for the next two days?"

Song Yanche nodded: "Although the hope is slim, we have to try first."

He was going to lobby the elders in the tribe so that they would support him at the critical moment.

Now that Song Kun is at the peak of his career, their chances of success are slim.

But as long as we plant this seed in the hearts of those tribesmen, we will have the advantage when the incident happens and have a chance to win them over.

"When do you plan to start the rebellion?"

"On the wedding day."

[I am speechless. I have to wear this wedding dress.]

Song Yanche lowered his head to hide the guilt in his eyes.

He had some thoughts in mind and wanted to see how she would look in her wedding dress for him.

Even if it's fake.

Even just a glance would be good.

The result of the lobbying was as they expected. No elder in the tribe was willing to take the risk. After all, they had hundreds of tribesmen behind them.

Lan Qingya and Song Yanche drank tea peacefully and talked about love under the noses of the Song family, pretending to be deeply in love.

Ten days passed in a flash, and Lan Qingya put on her bright red wedding dress with the help of the Song family's maid.

The phoenix hairpin, jade ring and golden step-shaking ornaments, and the red skirt trailing on the ground make her look charming.

She is so beautiful and charming that I want to find her in the sky.

The maids behind her stared at her with wide eyes, praising her in a low voice: "Fairy, you are so beautiful."

Lan Qingya looked at herself in the mirror, but her mind was thinking about what was going to happen in a moment, and she had no time to appreciate her own beauty.

"Let's go."

The banquet was held on the open space on the back hill of the Song residence. There were thousands of people watching the ceremony, all of them were members of the Song family.

It looks spectacular from a distance.

They all sat in their seats properly and watched Lan Qingya walk onto the red carpet.

Song Yanche stood tall and slender on the podium in the front, wearing a bright red wedding gown which made his already majestic face, as bright as the sunset glow and the moon, even more beautiful and handsome.

As soon as she appeared, his eyes were glued to her and he couldn't move them away.

It is like the moon being blocked by light clouds, or snowflakes being blown by the wind.

When viewed from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; when viewed from close up, it is as dazzling as lotus flowers emerging from the green water.

Perhaps, there are no words in this world that can describe how she looks now.

She was like an April flower, taking root in his heart and blooming without hesitation.

Lan Qingya herself obviously doesn't have this awareness.

[Ah, the crown is so heavy, the clothes are so heavy, and walking is so tiring. ]

[Ah, when will this torture end? I can hardly walk anymore.]

[Song Yanche, you owe me a big favor! I will get it back in the future! I will make you bleed!]

Song Yanche: ...

But a strange sweetness welled up in my heart.

What favor?

I give you myself, everything I have.

Worship heaven and earth, worship your parents, and husband and wife worship each other.

After the ceremony, Song Kun nodded with great satisfaction.

"In the future, you must love each other and give birth to the bloodline of our Song family as soon as possible to continue the incense."

The two of them bowed and responded.

Lan Qingya lowered her eyes, it was time.

Sure enough, Song Yanche said coldly: "Father, you taught me that a man should start a family and build a career. Now that your son has started a family, how about you let your son take on the position of the head of the Song family?"

Song Kun looked at his son with shock and some mockery: "Che'er, have you drunk too much and are you out of your mind?"

How dare you say such outrageous words.

"I didn't. I'm very sober. Dad, you step down now and focus on practicing and ascending. Your son will definitely lead the Song family to a higher position."

"Do you know what you are saying?" Song Kun's face darkened. "You dare to force your father to abdicate at your wedding banquet? Just you?"

"What if I'm included?" Lan Qingya said with a smile and put her arm around Song Yanche's arm.

"I support my husband to take over the position of the head of the Song family."

As soon as the word "husband" came out of his mouth, Song Yanche's heart trembled violently.

Song Kun understood the purpose of their marriage in an instant, and looked at Song Yanche with sharp eyes: "Che'er, you really found a good backer."

"Dad, we didn't have to get to this point, but you're making me feel like I can't breathe. If you continue like this, you'll drive me to death."

He lowered his eyes, and in his peripheral vision he saw Lan Qingya's delicate hand caressing his arm.

"Before, I thought that if I died, it would be a relief, but now, I don't want to die."

"I know you won't allow me to have my own will, so the situation between us will remain the same as it is now."

Song Kun's face turned cold: "Rebellious son! I am your father!"

Song Yanche was unmoved: "Yes, so I gave you some leeway. You can step down and focus on your training. We can live in peace. This is the best outcome."

"I haven't settled the score with you for killing your aunt! Now you're trying to harm your father again?" Song Kun pointed at his nose angrily.

"Have I harmed you? Daddy secretly provided manpower and material resources to support Aunt's collusion with the demons. I have never told anyone about this."

Lan Qingya's pupils trembled.

There were only three of them near the stage.

Is this something she, an outsider, can hear?

"Okay, okay, you are such a disobedient and unfilial thing! I will clean up the mess today and let you know the price of doing this!"

The people from the Song family around were stunned by this sudden change. Some of the shrewd old people were using their eyes to warn the young people not to act rashly.

At this time, you cannot take sides.

Song Yanche sighed: "Dad, I am your son, I know all your methods very well."

As he spoke, he took out a firework and lit it.

The fireworks rose into the air, and soon, the barrier of the Dui Kan Locking Immortal Array began to weaken.

"Dad, hand over the seal of the patriarch." Song Yanche said in a deep voice.

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Note: Selected from Cao Zhi’s Ode to the Goddess of Luo River.