Chapter 69 The rest of my life
"Xuan'er, you will become the Grand Diviner of Yuque in the future!"
"Fu Xuan! Fu's is your home after all!"
"Are you really determined to leave with that fertile evil? Ridiculous!"
Rich evil seed?
wrong.
That is my junior fellow apprentice, my lover.
An Ming is a hero.
This has never been changed by blood. A hero is a hero.
"Don't you want the position of Luofu Grand Soothsayer?"
"The Fu clan will write to General Jingyuan to recall you to the clan."
Taibu?
Just like that sad fate.
From the moment she was born throughout her life, what people saw was never [Fu Xuan], but the future Master Taibu.
Just because of fate.
"I never need the position of Grand Fortune Teller to prove anything!"
Fu Xuan stood outside the Fu family's gate, his eyes shining, "But Luofu needs me to be the divination master to confirm the future path!"
"If you want to expel them, do so."
"What I need is never your affirmation."
That fleeting glimpse determined our fate for life.
All Fu Xuan needs is An Ming's trust and unconditional love.
Fu Xuan's eyes were bright under the bridal veil, and he looked at An Ming tenderly. It was only a short thirty years, but it felt longer than a lifetime.
"Old woman!"
"Sister."
"elder sister!"
"Sister Xuan'er."
"Xuan'er."
The words in his mind overlapped with reality. An Ming smiled and stretched out his hand to her, "Xuan'er, let's go."
Perhaps these short thirty years will seem like a bubble of happiness in the distant future.
Perhaps under that peach tree, she will be the only one waiting.
This love that people don't expect may never have an ending.
But, fate made her meet An Ming, and that was enough.
There's no need for more reasons, it's just this.
"Ok!"
Fu Xuan responded gently, holding An Ming's hand tightly, stepping on the bright red carpet, and walking towards the peach tree at the end.
Pink peach blossoms fell all over the ground, dotting the green lawn with star-like fragments.
An Ming and Fu Xuan walked hand in hand along the red carpet and came under the peach tree.
This peach tree, planted by Jingtian himself, witnessed their entire love. Every spring, it blooms with gorgeous flowers, waiting for the arrival of the couple in love.
"Xuan'er."
An Ming gently lifted Fu Xuan's veil, revealing a delicate face. Even without too much rouge, it was already breathtakingly beautiful.
This was probably what was called natural beauty, coupled with the extra confidence she gained after becoming the Grand Fortune Teller, Fu Xuan was so beautiful at this moment that it made people forget to breathe.
Those eyes that could see through the future were now blinking only for An Ming.
A worship of heaven and earth.
Fu Xuan smiled, let go of An Ming's hand and walked aside, and then the two of them bowed to the heaven and earth together.
If fate is unfair, fight back with love.
Two worship the high hall.
An Ming looked at the peach tree, where Jingtian's keepsake and his grandmother's ashes were buried. The peach tree symbolized the watchful eyes of his relatives.
The falling petals are like a gentle caress, or a sincere blessing.
Husband and wife bow to each other.
An Ming and Fu Xuan turned around and looked at each other at the same time.
"Xuan'er, the rest of my life will be entrusted to you."
"Who calls me a senior sister?"
Fu Xuan pursed his lips and revealed a gentle smile.
The two bowed to each other slowly and became husband and wife under the witness of the peach tree. They promised that they would love each other forever, regardless of life, death, sickness or old age.
An Ming took out a ring inlaid with light purple crystals, "This is the jade stone left by the master. He said that he would make it into a ring on the day of the wedding."
"master..."
Yes, Jingtian might have seen this scene a long time ago, and this was also his final blessing.
"Xuan'er, are you willing to be my wife?"
"Ah."
Fu Xuan stretched out his right hand, and the tears of happiness were more beautiful than crystal in the sunlight, "I do."
The ring shimmered on her ring finger, shining like a shooting star.
Under the peach tree, An Ming held Fu Xuan in his arms and kissed her lips.
Fu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, hugged An Ming's back tightly with both hands, and his hair swayed gently in the wind.
late at night.
Fu Xuan sat by the window, with some water droplets hanging on his scattered pink hair. There was only one candle lit in the room, and the only light left was the gentle moonlight outside the window.
The decorations in the courtyard have not been removed yet. According to Fu Xuan's idea, it will take some time to hang up. After all, they cannot leave the courtyard for their honeymoon. As a second best option, it would be better to preserve the atmosphere of the newlyweds.
What’s important is not the form, but the person next to you.
An Ming placed the freshly brewed sweet tea on the table and stared at Fu Xuan's back beside the window in a trance for a moment, "Xuan'er, you are so beautiful."
"Hmm~"
Fu Xuan made a lazy nasal sound, turned his face slightly and smiled gently, "It's useless even if you say nice things."
Fu Xuan's fair back was exposed under the moonlight. She clutched the Wuming Sword lying flat on the windowsill, and her fingertips stroked the heart knot at the end of the hilt.
"It was not until today that I realized that this is the red string that means so much to you."
"The red string is used to entrust someone who is worth spending a lifetime with," An Ming sat next to Fu Xuan and said with a smile, "Since a long time ago, Senior Sister has been the one I have chosen."
Fu Xuan was obviously very pleased with what he said. His eyes were full of love. He moved closer to An Ming and said, "It's time to rest now."
The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, brighter than the peach blossoms blooming in early spring.
The breeze blowing in from the window extinguished the candlelight, and only with the help of a little moonlight could one see that Fu Xuan's neck was stained with a faint layer of red.
"Fool."
"Xuan Er..."
"Stupid An Ming!"
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The next morning.
Fu Xuan, who was still sleeping soundly, was hugging An Ming tightly, with a happy smile on the corner of his lips.
An Ming kissed Fu Xuan lightly on the forehead, gathered her hair that was pressed under the pillow, and then quietly left the room.
It was already noon outside. He hadn't gotten up at this time in a long time. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he felt comfortable and beautiful.
The peach tree in the yard remained unchanged, but An Ming felt it looked much better. He picked up the kettle and watered it more.
"Master, how far into the future have you seen?"
An Ming muttered to himself to the peach tree and poured a pot of water into it. It was magical that the peach tree did not need any nutrients and could bloom every year just by watering it.
Tao Shu naturally didn't answer, but a pleasant laughter came from behind him.
Fu Xuan leaned against the window sill with his long hair loose. He couldn't help laughing at An Ming's silly look, "Stupid An Ming, how can anyone talk to a tree?"
"Don't you need to rest for a few more hours?"
"I'm not a child, such a small matter is nothing," Fu Xuan's pretty face flushed slightly, but she still said proudly.
As she spoke, she tried to stand up, but then her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she sat down and pouted her lips and said:
"I want sweet tea!"