"I want to see you."
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.
"But... it can only be lifted at night, right?"
"It's okay, just one glance."
Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Qian Xunji stretched out his hand, lifted up the square red hijab, and the red silk fell down.
He was stunned, the person in front of him was so beautiful.
Her lips are reddish, and her eyebrows are drawn into the distant mountains.
Her purple eyes were filled with water and she was looking at him shyly.
Bibi Dong felt embarrassed when he looked at her, and her cheeks became increasingly red.
"See... have you seen enough?"
Qian Xunji came back to his senses, "I can't see enough."
Bibi Dong's face turned redder.
"I hate it, I'll let you watch it all at night."
"Okay, it's settled."
"Are you hungry?"
Bibi Dong touched his belly.
"Kind of."
"Then I'll have someone prepare some food and deliver it later."
"I want something spicy to go with my meal."
"On the first day of marriage, do you want to eat spicy food?"
"No?"
"Of course."
At noon, the firecrackers sounded again.
Spirit Hall In the square, more than two hundred round tables are lined up neatly.
Red tablecloths, golden tableware, and steaming dishes were served continuously.
The guests took their seats one after another, and there was a buzz of people.
"Come, have a drink!"
"Congratulations!"
"The Pope's wedding is a once-in-a-century event!"
There are more than 200 tables, and they are all packed.
It's as lively as the Chinese New Year.
As the groom's official, Qian Xunji naturally can't hide in peace and quiet.
He held a wine glass and led several elders to toast table by table.
"Thank you all for coming today." He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"The Pope is welcome!"
"It should, it should!"
"I wish the Pope and Saintess--no, I wish the Pope and his wife a long life together!"
Qian Xunji nodded with a smile and continued to the next table.
Yue Guan followed him, pouring wine and whispering in a low voice, "Your Majesty, after serving two hundred tables, can you still stand?"
Qian Xunji glanced at him and said, "You underestimate me."
Gui Mei Youyou said at the side, "Yue Guan, are you afraid that your Majesty will fall, or are you afraid that you will fall?"
Yue Guan glared at him. "Old Ghost, don't slander me, I care about Your Majesty!"
The wedding party lasted from noon to night.
Spirit Hall In the square, more than two hundred round tables are still full of people.
But everyone is no longer just eating.
Various fruits and snacks were placed on the table, and the wine bottles were changed round after round. People chatted in twos and threes and watched the performance in the center of the square.
Songs, dances, sketches, juggling... are performed in turn.
What attracts the most attention are the newly developed Soul Tool performances.
Several huge Soul Guidance Lamp lights hung in the air, illuminating the entire square like daylight.
Several small Flying Soul Tool were hovering at low altitude, as well as Level 1 Soul Guidance Gun. The moment this Level 1 Soul Guidance Gun broke through the defense of Soul Grandmaster, everyone screamed in surprise.
"Spirit Hall This is going to turn the world upside down..." someone whispered.
"Shh, don't talk nonsense, Grand Pontiff is sitting on it."
The man quickly shut up and glanced secretly in the direction of the main seat.
On the main seat, Qian Daoliu sat as straight as a pine tree, watching the performance calmly.
Occasionally I pick up the tea cup and take a sip, and occasionally say a few words to Bi Dashan next to me.
With him present, even the forces that are usually dissatisfied with the Spirit Hall are as well-behaved as quails at this moment.
Not to mention leaving early, I didn't even dare to speak loudly.
Who dares to make a mistake in front of the strongest person in the sky?
Do you think you have a long life?
As the night gets darker, the dinner party officially begins.
The maids and attendants filed out, carrying steaming dishes and placing them on every table.
Braised pork elbow, steamed sea bass, roasted whole lamb, Buddha jumping over the wall... these delicacies are dazzling to watch.
Qian Daoliu stood up and raised his glass.
"It's my son's wedding today. Let's eat and drink well."
"If the journey is too far, you can stay at the hotel arranged by Spirit City, and Spirit Hall will bear all the expenses."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a chorus of response from the crowd.
"Grand Pontiff is so polite!"
"Congratulations!"
"I wish the Pope and his wife a long life together!"
"Spirit Hall atmosphere!"
Qian Daoliu nodded with a smile and drank the glass of wine.
He put down his wine glass and looked at Bi Dashan beside him.
"In-laws, let's go see that kid."
Bi Dashan nodded and stood up with him.
The two walked through the crowd and came to Qian Xunji who was toasting.
Qian Xunji was holding a wine glass and joking with a table of guests.
His face was a little red and his eyes were a little wandering. After drinking for almost a day, even the best drinker couldn't bear it.
"Looking for disease."
Qian Xunji turned his head, saw his father and father-in-law, and quickly put down his wine glass.
"Dad, father-in-law."
Qian Daoliu looked at his half-drunk appearance with a smile on his face.
"You go back and rest, we are here."
Qian Xunji was stunned.
Go back and rest?
Now?
"Is it really okay?"
He asked, then looked at Bi Dashan, "Father-in-law, he..."
Bi Dashan laughed and patted his chest.
"I can drink too, don't underestimate me."
"In the village, I'm known as 'I won't get drunk after a thousand cups'!"
Qian Xunji looked at him and thought to himself: Father-in-law, your title of "you will never get drunk after a thousand cups" may be broken today.
But he didn't say it.
Qian Daoliu also laughed, "It's okay to get drunk, just stay here. Spirit Hall There's not much else, there are just a lot of rooms."
Qian Xunji looked at the two fathers, and then at the bright lights in the distance.
He suddenly felt that he could really leave.
"Okay, I'm going back to accompany Dong'er."
Qian Daoliu waved his hand. "Go ahead, go ahead."
Bi Dashan also waved. "Slow down on the road."
Qian Xunji nodded, turned around and left.
The pace is three minutes faster than usual.
Qian Daoliu looked at his back and shook his head.
"This kid can't wait even a moment."
"As a young man, it's normal."
The two looked at each other, picked up their wine glasses, and continued to toast.
At the same time, a "stealing show" was going on on the balcony of the Pope's chamber.
There is a simple charcoal grill on the balcony, and a small pot on the shelf. Red oil is boiling in the pot, and the spicy aroma is overflowing.
Three people, Bibi Dong, Ling Yuan, and Bibi Xi, sit in a circle, each holding a pair of chopsticks in their hands.
Bibi Dong picked up a piece of tofu, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.
"It's delicious! The soup is spicy and the tofu is delicious when cooked."
Ling Yuan is not as relaxed as she is.
While she was eating, she looked towards the door from time to time, her face full of worry.
"Is this really good?"
"What if His Holiness the Pope comes back and sees us cooking something in his room, will he be scolded to death?"
Bibi Xi picked up a shrimp ball and said nonchalantly, "The dinner has just started, it's still early."
Ling Yuan glared at him. "How do you know?"
Bibi Xi was chewing shrimp balls and said vaguely, "My brother-in-law has been drinking for almost a day. With more than two hundred tables down, it will be good if he can come back standing tonight."
Ling Yuan thought about it and felt that it seemed to make sense.
But she still didn't feel reassured.