After she entered the book, she just wanted to live with her

Chapter 242 Everyone is happy

On the 99th Lantern Festival, Shen Daixing crowded at the Zhuque Bridge holding a lotus lantern.

The sky was filled with red-gold snow, and passersby were arguing with the storyteller: "This snow must be a sign of something strange..."

"Nonsense! This is clearly an auspicious sign!"

Shen Daixing suddenly saw the old woman selling sugar paintings scoop up the golden syrup. The arc that outlined the Qilin was exactly the same as the posture of the Snow Qilin by the Milky Way bowing its head and lightly touching her palm.

"What do you want to draw, girl?" the old man asked with a smile.

"I want..." she blurted out, "a bell."

The moment the syrup solidified, the silent red mole on my wrist suddenly became hot.

Shen Daixing stumbled into someone's arms, and when she looked up, she saw a pair of icy eyes.

The young man in black clothes held an umbrella in one hand, and a golden bell slipped out from his sleeve, which was exactly the same as the sugar painting in her hand.

"Miss, do you still remember that you said you would treat me to the wedding wine next time?" Gu Yuyuan's frosty fingertips brushed away the snow on her temples.

The river lanterns suddenly rose into the sky and transformed into thousands of fireflies. Shen Daixing chuckled softly in the falling first snow: "What if she doesn't remember?"

"It's okay." The golden bell was tied to her wrist. "She will remember it eventually."

"I heard that the underworld is in need of a queen, why not... let me take on the role?" The frosty color gradually faded from the hem of her clothes to the red of a wedding dress.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the underworld, the Snow Qilin was using his silver horns to push open the piles of brocade boxes.

Gu Cheng floated in mid-air and counted carefully: "First life's dowry: West Sea shark silk tent! ... 98th life: Northern Wasteland Star Sand Umbrella! th life... Huh? Why is this box filled with aphrodisiac scented candles?"

The candles were lit, reflecting the scenes happening in the world.

The jade hairpin in Shen Daixing's hair sensed a familiar spiritual power and suddenly grew into a branch of a phantom mulberry tree. A yellowed marriage certificate fell out of the blooming bud.

Gu Yuyuan caught the falling gold foil, on which were written the handwriting of Shen Daixing in her first reincarnation: In the deep spring, we listened to the rain together on the pillow, and counted the stars when my hair turned white.

The embroiderers in the underworld have been having a headache recently.

Suddenly, fifty percent of the stars disappeared from the Sanchuan River, and the clouds were torn into pieces. The most infuriating thing was that the moonlight yarns that were hung out to dry were always stolen.

Until that day, they came across a little white cat rolling in the clouds, its pink paws wrapped in shimmering silk threads, weaving the morning glow and star sand into... a strange garment.

"It's the Lord of the Underworld's will." Xi Huai combed the kitten's fur calmly. "Last night he even dismantled half of the Wangxiang Terrace, saying that the charcoal fire from lightning-struck wood could iron out wrinkles on wedding gowns."

Shen Daixing is trying on the phoenix crown at this moment.

The moment her fingertips touched the Dongzhu, memories of a certain life came flooding back. That was when she was the daughter of General Zhenhai and died on the battlefield. The bead absorbed all the blood that flowed from her throat.

Now a tiny shadow is swimming in the pearl light. It was Gu Yuyuan who had divided a wisp of his soul to nurture it for thousands of years.

At midnight when the yin energy is at its peak, phantom phosphorescent lights light up on both sides of the Yellow Springs Road.

Gu Cheng dressed up as a magpie and got his ear stuck in his crown for the eighteenth time: "Why did I dress up like this!"

"Because you used the imperial magic pen to register one hundred and eighty-six false marriages for Meng Po in the Book of Life and Death." Xi Huai had no expression on his face.

"I quit!"

When the midnight gong sounded, the Yellow Springs Road was suddenly covered with Lycoris radiata.

Gu Cheng, wearing a judge's hat tilted on his head, played the suona in the tune of a spirit-calling song: "The auspicious time has arrived—"

One hundred thousand white-bone ghost soldiers broke out of the ground, carrying a sedan chair woven from the branches of the phantom mulberry tree into the air.

Shen Daixing stepped into the sedan chair holding the handle of the star sand umbrella. Wherever her wedding dress swept past, the souls that had been saved by the Snow Qilin turned into guiding butterflies.

She looked at the figure riding a horse in front of the sedan chair and chuckled, "Lord of the Underworld, are you sure you want to ride a Taotie to welcome your bride? It just swallowed half of the Naihe Bridge."

The red rope on Gu Yuyuan's wrist suddenly appeared, and the other end was tied around her ankle. "Madam, why don't you take a look and see how many people are watching the fun right now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the soup spoon that Meng Po was waving in the air suddenly stopped.

In order to grab the best viewing seat, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons knocked over the newly built Wangxiang Terrace. The Snow Kirin was shaking the wedding cup on its head, and A Li... was feeding the demon-eating Lycoris radiata the wine of reincarnation.

The moment the wedding wine was filled, the Taixu Samsara Mirror gathered the starlight into a wedding tent, and the falling star sand condensed into a wedding vow:

I swear with my heart’s blood, and use the underworld as a gift to betroth you to be my queen, and to be in charge of my reincarnation.

Gu Yuyuan's palm reflected the light and shadow of a certain life's Taixu Samsara Mirror. "Holding hands in a spring boudoir dream, painting eyebrows, listening to the white snow at the end of the Forgetful River."

When the red-gold snow turned into peach blossom rain, Gu Cheng, who was squatting on the beam and peeking, was grabbed by Xi Huai's neck and taken away.

The little world spirit struggled and threw out a handful of longans: "The ceremony is complete! Send it into the cave... Ugh!"

The last muffled groan was caused by the date pit spit out by the Snow Qilin hitting the back of the head.

Shen Daixing reached out to catch a drop of wine, and actually tasted the intoxicating wine from the Ninth Heaven.

Gu Yuyuan suddenly grasped her wine-stained fingertips and said, "This is how you should drink the wedding wine."

In the flickering light of the red candle, Gu Yuyuan's fingers holding the cup brushed across Shen Daixing's wrist, and fireflies appeared where their skin touched.

When Shen Daixing raised her head to drink the wine, a drop of wine slid down her neck into her clothes, and Gu Yuyuan followed the wet mark and fell on her collarbone.

The star-shaped veil hanging from the wedding curtain moved without wind, enveloping the two people in a flowing cocoon of moonlight.

The red candle suddenly burst into flames. Shen Daixing, her long hair scattered, lay on the jade table, watching Gu Yuyuan carve an ice sculpture with his spiritual power. "This is the snow ferret you raised in your ninth life... This is the mermaid you saved in your twenty-seventh life..."

Shen Daixing sighed in her heart. There really were people who were cursed with a vicious curse and were the same person in every life.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the window. Meng Po was leading the ghosts in square dancing.

It really is a cyberpunk underworld.

Shen Daixing waved Gu Yuyuan's Underworld Lord's Order in her hand, and her cold voice rang out: "In the name of the Queen of the Underworld, I decree that all the dead souls today can return home through dreams."

Before he finished speaking, thousands of fluorescent lights shot straight into the sky.

Gu Yuyuan pinned the peach blossom on his wife's temples to his chest: "Back then you said that all living beings suffer, but now all living beings rejoice."

When the midnight bell sounded, the Star Sand Umbrella suddenly made a soft sound.

Shen Daixing raised her head in her husband's arms: "If I never return..."

"I'll continue searching across three thousand worlds." Gu Yuyuan kissed the star sand off her eyelashes. "I'll find you eventually. So, in the ninety-eighth life, I've become the new teacher."

Xue Qilin hid the wedding cup in the Sanchuan River. The water reflected it. A girl picking herbs in the mountains jumped into the young man's arms. The star sand on his umbrella handle illuminated the red mole on her wrist.

"The stars and the moon are our mirrors..." Shen Daixing suddenly spoke, her voice wrapped in the wind and snow of Sanchuan River.

Her fingertips brushed the bloodstain between the Hades Lord's eyebrows, and the golden sand and blue veins began to flow backwards. "...Eternally."

Gu Yuyuan's whole body was shaking violently.

The eyes of the person in my arms were like crescent moons, revealing the bright starlight that I had not seen for thousands of years.

New stars rose at the end of the Sanchuan River, and ninety-nine red ropes fell from the sky of the underworld, with heart-shaped knots swaying in the wind.

When the last grain of star sand fell into the Samsara Well, all the Lycoris radiata on the banks of the Sanchuan River suddenly turned silver-white.

The ferryman saw two figures embracing each other walking out from the sea of ​​flowers, with golden sand and blue lines on their foreheads complementing each other, reflecting a complete star and moon totem on the surface of the Wangchuan River.