Snow Color

Song Qingshu walked out to greet the guests. Zhiruo stayed in the room to eat noodles. After enjoying a moment of peace, she slowly stood up and began to take off her clothes and the delicate hair accessories on her head. Then she walked into the bathroom and let the warm water wash over her body, as if taking away the tortuous fatigue.

Song Qingshu, who was toasting outside, successfully got rid of the rounds of persuasion from his fellow apprentices with the help of Mo Shenggu. In the end, he pretended to be drunk and let others help him back to the house. After everyone left, Song Qingshu immediately sat up and regained his consciousness. Seeing this, Zhiruo couldn't help but chuckled: "You smell like alcohol. I really thought you were drunk just now."

"If not, how could those guys let me go so easily? Humph! I don't have the heart to fool around with them tonight. There are more important things waiting for me to do." Song Qingshu said jokingly with a smile on his face as he straightened his clothes.

When Zhiruo heard this, her cheeks turned red like the sunset, her shyness was evident on her face, but she was secretly happy in her heart.

Song Qingshu stood up and walked to the basin, washing his face to get rid of the alcohol. Then he returned to the bed and sat down, looking at Zhiruo. Under the flickering candlelight, their eyes met, as if time had stopped. At this moment, there were only the two of them left in the world, and they only had each other in their eyes.

The night passed in a flash, and the red candle had burned out. In the morning, the sun shone through the window into the house. Song Qingshu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhiruo who was sleeping beside him, his heart full of happiness and satisfaction. He knew that from now on, Zhiruo would be his wife, the one who would accompany him for the rest of his life. He stared at Zhiruo quietly, and couldn't see enough, for fear of missing any details.

Zhiruo gradually woke up from her sleep, and felt her whole body was weak and powerless, as if she was surrounded by a warm breath. She gently opened her eyes and was about to move her body, but suddenly she met Song Qingshu's eyes full of tenderness and sweetness. Recalling everything that happened last night, she suddenly blushed and felt shy.

However, this shyness was soon replaced by joy. Zhiruo understood that she had married her beloved and would be together through thick and thin. She smiled slightly, with endless affection in her eyes. At this moment, there was no need for words, as the two of them had already understood each other.

The sun shone through the window into the room. Zhiruo stretched and got out of bed. After washing up, she and Song Qingshu went to the front hall and offered Song Yuanqiao a cup of fragrant tea to show their respect. When the tea ceremony was over, the two turned around and went to where Zhang Sanfeng was to greet him.

After Zhiruo and Song Qingshu finished paying their respects, they walked hand in hand in Wudang Mountain, enjoying the beautiful scenery and exchanging martial arts. Just as Zhiruo was immersed in this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure - Zhang Wuji. It turned out that Zhang Wuji came here to attend their wedding. Although Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji had no contact, in the eyes of Song Yuanqiao and others, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji should be good brothers like them.

Zhang Wuji saw Zhiruo and Song Qingshu from a distance, nodded slightly, and then turned and left. Song Qingshu didn't care about Zhang Wuji's appearance at all, because from the moment Zhang Wuji stepped into Wudang Sect, he had been the focus of everyone's attention. This innate aura made Song Qingshu jealous, and naturally he had no good feelings towards him.

However, Song Qingshu noticed that Zhiruo's eyes were looking in the direction where Zhang Wuji was going. Although he knew that Zhiruo had no special feelings for Zhang Wuji, he still felt a little jealous. Therefore, Song Qingshu was secretly glad that Zhang Wuji was leaving.

Then Song Qingshu held Zhiruo's soft little hand tightly and walked forward slowly. Zhiruo was a little surprised at first, but as time went by, she gradually understood and felt a little funny. However, she did not break free, but gently turned her palm and interlocked her fingers with Song Qingshu's. When he looked back at her, she smiled like a blooming spring flower. Then the two walked away side by side.

During this process, Zhiruo heard many rumors and anecdotes. It is said that Zhang Wuji finally met Zhao Min by chance, and the two were like a pair of happy enemies, often bickering and playing. Perhaps because Yin Liting's legs had healed, Yang Buhui no longer had any feelings for him; instead, she admired the brother Wuji who had taken good care of her since childhood. Under such a coincidence, Zhang Wuji finally set sail with the four women and sailed to the distant and mysterious Ice and Fire Island.

When Zhiruo heard the news, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Could it be that Zhang Wuji really has some unique charm that can attract so many women to fall in love with him?

Now Zhang Wuji has returned, and it is said that his wedding with Yin Li is approaching. But I don't know whether Zhang Wuji will avoid marriage as he did in the past. If he still does so, his prestige in the Ming Cult will drop sharply again, and he may even anger his closest people.

Yin Li is not like the original owner Zhou Zhiruo. At that time, Zhou Zhiruo had no one to protect her. Even if Zhang Wuji ran away from the marriage, the people of Mingjiao would still be biased towards Zhang Wuji. However, the situation today is very different. Yin Li is the direct granddaughter of the White Eyebrow Eagle King of the Mingjiao Tianying Sect and Zhang Wuji's cousin. She has the support and encouragement of the people of Mingjiao. If Zhang Wuji dares to run away from the marriage again, it is tantamount to slapping the White Eyebrow Eagle King in the face in public. At that time, the people of Mingjiao will definitely be dissatisfied with him and even resent him.

However, once Zhao Min's true identity is made public, Zhang Wuji's position in the Ming Cult will probably be severely damaged, and may even no longer be as stable as before.

Nowadays, martial artists generally hold the idea that "those who are not my kind must have different hearts", so they are naturally hostile to Zhao Min, a Mongolian in the Yuan Dynasty. The Mongols occupied the land of the Han people and plundered their food, which made the Han people hate these foreign invaders.

At the same time, the Mongols also divided people into four classes: first-class Mongols, second-class Semites, third-class Han people who were originally ruled by the Mongols, and the lowest-class southerners (who were once under the jurisdiction of the Southern Song Dynasty).

The Han people are at the bottom of society, which has led to increasingly acute conflicts between the two ethnic groups, almost to the point where they are irreconcilable.