The wedding hall was not set up inside the main hall, but under the Tree of Fate.
Pei Yubai did not set up a typical wedding tent.
He used thousands of red threads to hang down from the branches of the Tree of Fate, weaving them into a flowing red canopy.
The red thread was drawn out by him and Qiguan Yuan using their Spiritual Power, strand by strand, each strand shimmering with a faint crimson light under the sunlight.
The wind blew through the woods, and the red tent swayed gently.
Inside the red tent was a sandalwood altar.
On the table was Qiguan Yuan's Marriage Register, the cover of which was worn and the corners were curled up a little.
Beside it was Dust-Settling Red Cord, quietly curled up on the table, the red rope a darker shade than the red thread on the curtain.
Next to it was the first jar of osmanthus wine that Pei Yubai had brewed himself. The jar was made of coarse earthenware, and the red cloth used to seal it had faded.
Lu Zhao, the current Yue Lao, stood next to the offering table, his sleeves bulging with red threads from nervousness. He frantically stuffed one thread into his sleeve, only for two more to pop out.
Everyone else was fine, but this was Senior Qiguan's wedding banquet, so it was hard for him not to be nervous.
But he had indeed memorized his lines.
He went back and crammed three hundred books on mortal wedding customs, taking notes on every step, even recalculating the direction for setting up the bridal tent according to the Heavenly Realm. His notes filled three notebooks.
Qiguan Yuan emerged from the east wing and stepped onto the bluestone path.
He walked very slowly.
The hem of his long-sleeved robe trailed behind him, brushing against the fallen leaves on the bluestone slabs with a very faint rustling sound.
Shen Lingyi stood under the corridor, watching Qiguan Yuan walk over from afar.
Her face was full of smiles; Yuanyuan would soon be her daughter-in-law.
Pei Yubai stood under the Tree of Fate, waiting for Qiguan Yuan.
He stood very straight, his shoulders slightly tense, watching Qiguan Yuan step by step.
Qiguan Yuan walked to the tree and stopped in front of Pei Yubai.
Pei Yubai extended his hand.
Qiguan Yuan placed his hand in Pei Yubai's palm, Pei Yubai grasped it.
Qiguan Yuan's eyes crinkled into a smile.
Lu Zhao finished reading his lines.
Open the Marriage Register.
That page was blank.
"This page," Lu Zhao said, his voice still a little nervous, "You and Brother Pei should write it yourselves, senior."
Qiguan Yuan and Pei Yubai stood side by side in front of the offering table.
First bow to Heaven and Earth.
The two of them bent down at the same time.
The tens of thousands of red threads on the Tree of Fate swayed gently at the same moment, as if in response.
Second bow to the parents.
Shen Lingyi sat on a rosewood chair to receive the greetings.
She sat very upright, her back straight, her hands folded on her knees.
When Qiguan Yuan and Pei Yubai bent down to her, her lips pursed slightly.
Pei Zhongkang stood beside her and reached out to pat her shoulder.
The husband and wife bow to each other.
Qiguan Yuan turned to face Pei Yubai.
The two of them lowered their heads at the same time. Qiguan Yuan's hair slipped down from his shoulders, the silvery-white ends falling onto Pei Yubai's dark shoulders.
Pei Yubai hair also hung down, and the two people's hair overlapped together, white and black, piled on the bright red brocade, making it impossible to tell which strand belonged to whom.
Lu Zhao's voice came from the side: "The ceremony is complete--"
Qiguan Yuan straightened up, picked up the Marriage Register from the altar, and turned to the last page.
Write your name in the Marriage Register and hand the red brush to Pei Yubai.
Pei Yubai took the pen.
He looked down at the blank page, paused for a moment, and then placed the pen tip on the paper.
As he moved, the ink slowly seeped onto the paper.
Qiguan Yuan picked up the Dust-Settling Red Cord.
He unfolded the red string, wrapped one end around his own ring finger and the other end around Pei Yubai's ring finger, making three loops to form a love knot.
The moment the union was formed, a crimson thread automatically appeared on the Marriage Register.
The red thread passes through the three characters Pei Yubai just wrote, and then through Qiguan Yuan's name next to it. The two characters are strung together by the same thread, with ink and red light intertwining and entwining.
A sudden gust of wind picked up in the courtyard.
Deep within the tree canopy are the old red threads that Qiguan Yuan once hung there.
Those faded, dried-out old red threads that had hung for hundreds of years all turned bright red again.
Pei Yubai reached out and helped him straighten the red thread on his wrist.
"This time it won't stop, Yuanyuan, I'll always be with you," Pei Yubai said.
Qiguan Yuan looked up at him. His fox-like eyes reflected the morning light, the red lines on the trees, and Pei Yubai's face.
"You must do what you say," he said.
Pei Yubai promised, " Yuanyuan, I won't break my promise."
Shen Lingyi stopped Pei Yubai and Qiguan Yuan toasts, and the two returned to the backyard.
Qiguan sat down by the bed, still wearing his bright red wedding dress.
The red tassel tied by Lu Zhao hung down beside his ear, swaying gently with his breath.
The door was pushed open, then closed again.
Pei Yubai walked in.
After regaining his divine status, his hair grew back, and he usually uses magic to keep it short.
He transformed back into the form Qiguan Yuan knew best.
He walked to the bedside and squatted down in front of Qiguan Yuan.
Qiguan Yuan reached out and helped him remove the jade crown, placing it on the low table beside him.
The jade crown made a crisp, light sound when it landed on the table.
Pei Yubai hair, now unbound, cascaded down his shoulders, mingling with Qiguan Yuan hanging over the edge of the bed. The white and black hairs piled on the bright red brocade, the white like moonlight and the black like the night.
Qiguan Yuan looked down at him.
The candlelight shone from the side, casting a small shadow on Pei Yubai's brow bone.
A hint of a smile played in Qiguan Yuan's eyes as he spoke, calling his name.
It was the name engraved on his divine status, the name that Qiguan Yuan personally gave him from the summit of Kunlun.
Xiu Yun Yin.
Pei Yubai grasped his hand.
He gently unfolded Qiguan Yuan's fingers one by one, then lowered his head and placed a kiss on his ring finger.
The lips touched the spot where the red thread was tied, and the love knot was still neatly wrapped around it.
Qiguan Yuan sensed something was different.
Pei Yubai's lips were warm, and inside they were wrapped in a very faint, silvery-white Spiritual Power.
That Spiritual Power passed through his skin and blood vessels, like an invisible thread, protruding from between his lips and entangling Qiguan Yuan spirit.
The Moon Official's greatest strength lies in guarding relationships.
Pei Yubai is using his primordial spirit to protect their predestined marriage.
The red thread on the Tree of Fate swayed gently, and all the old wishes and new covenants on the tree fell silent under the moonlight.
It's as if all the waiting in this world has finally brought back the person, and all the red threads have tied together the longest answer to each other.
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