The ceremony begins.
When she entered the gate of Qingliang Valley, Zhou Xian was lightly made up, but her beauty could not be concealed. Her eyebrows were long and beautiful, and her mouth was red. Her silk clothes were as red as fire, and she held a feather fan and walked slowly with lotus steps. When she stepped into the gate, a pair of egrets guarding the mountain gate stretched their necks and sang at the right time, which was a very auspicious omen.
Surprisingly, Wen Xuechen, who went to the valley entrance to greet her, actually stood as he walked in with her. The two of them held hands and walked together, showing great affection.
Wen Xuechen walked unsteadily due to his weak body and illness caused by sitting for a long time. He walked all the way from the valley entrance to here, and his forehead was already covered with sweat. He held a walking stick in one hand and grasped the knot of love in the other. Each step was solid and his waist was as straight as a pine tree.
Zhou Xian felt sorry for Wen Xuechen from the beginning, and whispered in his ear: "Brother Chen, please walk slower, I can't keep up."
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