On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

After Liu Hanyang and his family successfully evaded Cao Xiong's pursuit, they were escorted by Zoroastrian believers and finally arrived in Hejian, which is the famous Cangzhou area in later generations.

As an important city in the southern border of the Daqian Dynasty, this place has towering city walls that wind like a giant dragon. The urban area is vast and boundless, and villages are scattered around it, like stars surrounding the bright moon.

However, since a year ago, a mysterious flag has suddenly appeared above the four city gates of Hejian County. It is not the surname of the garrison commander, nor the name of the prefect, but a strange and incomprehensible symbol. It seems to be made up of countless dry firewood piled up in a disorderly manner, and it looks like a raging flame rising into the sky. It is mysterious and carries an unignorable hot breath, which makes people feel eerie and terrifying when they see it from afar.

This is the headquarters of Zoroastrianism. The so-called headquarters actually refers to the majestic and imposing building in the city - the Zoroastrian God Tower.

The Aoshen Tower covers a large area, with buildings towering into the clouds. Its magnificent decorations and far-reaching influence all demonstrate its prominent status.

Liu Hanyang was once an important official of Daqian and often went in and out of the imperial palace, ancestral hall, temples and other places. However, when he saw this magnificent building for the first time, he was still deeply shocked by it.

Its specifications far exceed those of the imperial palace, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the number one building in Daqian.

Liu Hanyang and his family stood at the gate and looked inside through the half-open door. Surprisingly, all the people walking back and forth were Persians wearing white robes. There were patterns of blazing flames painted on their chests, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

They had either black or white skin and were tall and strong, but there were no Han people to be seen, not even women.

Liu Hanyang gently stroked his slightly graying beard, his eyes gleaming with a strange light as he sighed, "I never thought that within Daqian, there would be such a different ethnic group hidden. Oh, Lin Zhen, you have destroyed my family. From today on, I will wait for the news of your entire family's death!"

Behind him, his mature wife, his daughter in her prime, and several concubines of varying looks clung to each other, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown and a desire for family revenge.

In addition, the family's aunts and uncles, along with their respective families, also stood together, forming a huge formation.

There was no way out. Because Liu Hanyang failed in his struggle and his family was destroyed, those official families who had married into the Liu family in the past were afraid of being implicated, so they impatiently submitted divorce letters and severed their ties.

Therefore, when Liu Hanyang embarked on the road to escape, these relatives followed him without hesitation. After all, who doesn't desire a stable and worry-free life?

His wife, Mrs. Tang, trembled slightly with both hands as she clutched Liu Hanyang's sleeves tightly, her eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation: "Master, will we live here in the future?"

Liu Hanyang nodded gently, his eyes firm: "Yes, this is where we will live in the future!"

"Oh my god, this place is so huge."

Other relatives also smiled and were amazed.

"Brother! We are going to be very successful!"

"That's right! Compared to the crowded capital, this place is a world of difference!"

"I want to pick the biggest room!"

Liu Yuying was also filled with emotion. She looked at her father and said, "Father, once Mr. Gu Nanshan sends our property in Beijing over here, we can live a peaceful and stable life here!"

"Yeah! Hahahaha." Liu Hanyang laughed heartily, then murmured, "Gu Nanshan, thank you. When the Lin family is exterminated, I will definitely lend you a helping hand!"

At this time, a Persian man wearing a hat walked out from inside, showed Liu Hanyang two middle fingers, and then crossed them in front of his chest to form a cross.

"Master Liu, I am the guide Brand. The branch leader is waiting for you in the temple. Please follow me."

"Well, thank you, little brother." Liu Hanyang nodded.

In the past, he wouldn't even give this kind of small stuff a second glance, but now that he is in someone else's religious territory, he said this.

Tang looked at the luggage behind him, and Brand understood what he meant. He said, "Respected Madam, please rest assured. We have already made arrangements. Pious believers will properly allocate rooms for you and your family, and will deliver all the luggage one by one."

Hearing this, Tang's lips blossomed into a gentle smile that was unique to middle-aged women, and she said softly, "Thank you very much."

"Madam, you are too kind. Please follow me."

A group of people slowly walked into the solemn and mysterious Aoshen Tower.

The moment one steps through the threshold, the scene before them is breathtaking. The magnificent buildings, each adorned with gold and jade, seem to isolate them from the mundane world outside. The floor tiles are entirely made of white marble, and sculptures of rare and ferocious animals occasionally appear lifelike. Even compared to the opulence of the Daqian Imperial Palace, this place rivals them, even adding a touch of otherworldliness.

When they reached the courtyard, Brand whispered a few words to another Persian, and their words revealed a tacit understanding that only they could interpret.

Then he said to Liu Hanyang behind him: "Master Liu, according to the rules of our Zoroastrianism, outside women are not allowed to enter the temple. Therefore, except for our devout male believers, the rest of the female guests can follow him to the room to rest."

"Well, that's fine." Liu Hanyang didn't want his first and second wives to show up in such a solemn place. He nodded happily when he heard this, waved his sleeves lightly, and let them go.

He himself, along with six male relatives, followed the Persians to the temple. Before the temple stood a gigantic three-headed hellhound, pitch black and ferocious, as if it could devour all light and hope. It instilled awe in Liu Hanyang, who couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He quickly lowered his head and quickened his pace.

As you step into the temple, you will be greeted by brilliant golden light, which is in stark contrast to the gloom outside.

In the center of the hall, Warwick, the leader of the Zoroastrian Daqian branch, sat firmly on a magnificent chair with intricate dog head totems carved on it. The chair seemed to be a symbol of his authority, exuding a majesty that should not be underestimated.

Seeing Liu Hanyang and others coming in, Warwick slowly stood up, with a burly figure and a hearty laugh.

He stepped down from the dog chair and said in slightly broken Chinese: "Hahahaha, distinguished guest, please allow me to express my most sincere welcome and blessings."

Liu Hanyang saw clearly that the pupils of this B were actually red!

Brand, who brought Liu Hanyang in, introduced him: "This is our branch leader, His Highness Warwick."

"Your Highness? Oh." Liu Hanyang was stunned at first, then he thought that this Warwick might also be a royal family, so he did not ask any questions.

He straightened his clothes, took a small step back, and bowed to the ground.

"I am Liu Hanyang, and I am honored to meet the branch leader."

"Hahaha, there's an old saying in Daqian: when we're brothers, there's no need to be polite."