Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 139 Master of Ceremonies
"What three books and six rituals?"

Zuo Wu blinked his eyes, this word is so strange.

Dutzi was a little disgusted: "Hey, thanks to reading so many ancient novels, you don't even know this word?"

The boy clicked his tongue, and started to search for keywords in the field of vision.Found it, indeed there is.But most of them are novels that focus on those dynasties fighting for hegemony.

letter of appointment, letter of ceremony, letter of welcome.

Adoption, ask name, Najib, Nazheng, please date, personally welcome.

It fits his black-haired, black-eyed, pure-blooded human being.

Zuo Wu's face wrinkled into a ball: "Wait, isn't this too old-fashioned?"

"Isn't retro a good thing?" Blunt glanced at the man:
"In ancient society, the conclusion of various contracts in society relied on such ceremonies, and the purpose was to highlight a 'seriousness'."

"You don't need to conclude any agreement with Ai Shanshan, but be more solemn, showing that you attach great importance to her and this marriage, it should not be a wrong thing."

Zuo Wu nodded and shook his head: "But you also said that the time can't be delayed for too long."

"It's easy to handle, just delete the complicated and simplify it," Duzi Shua Shua Shua listed all these things on the main control screen of the starship:

"Let's merge the 'Three Books' into one. You can write anything with Ai Shanshan, talk about your mental journey, future plans, etc., send an email or write a paper book; Say, if you read it, it might become a lifetime memory.”

"It's just that you have to be careful. One day if you quarrel and she threatens you to read the letter in front of everyone, it might be a little shameful."

It's really shameful, not to mention that it may be exposed in the future, even if it is written now.But Zuo Wu still nodded slowly, with some thoughts.

Didn't the former leader of Yinggesuo keep his notebook for himself?In addition to the records of his daily relationship with Observer Yinggesuo, there are also many excerpts similar to love poems and letters.

The leader is much more educated than himself, why don't he refer to it, and then learn the methods in the novels he read, this level should be easy and comfortable.

...No, no.As soon as Zuo Wu had these ideas, they were immediately denied by himself.

Ai Shanshan treats himself with sincerity, but he intends to be a copyist, copying other people's ideas and achievements for the sake of face, isn't it hypocritical?
Especially those who cannot copy the leader, the love poems he wrote are very beautiful, and therefore they are the deepest feelings he has when getting along with the observers.

It was not Zuo Wu's own feelings.

The man sighed, folded his hands and began to write the manuscript. He was ready to be laughed at by Ai Shanshan, and he didn't realize that he and Duzi had completely misunderstood the meaning of the letter of appointment, and continued to ask:
"What else? Can we omit those six rituals?"

"Let me see, the whole province related to parents and relatives, and the exchange of property with each other will also be cut off," the blunt man picked and picked, like a stingy product manager.

The red tape on the screen quickly collapsed in blunt movements, leaving only a few lines full of words on the screen, concise and to the point.

Too succinct and concise, Duzi had to find some rituals with different styles to piece together.

Zuo Wu slowly narrowed his eyes.

Another few minutes, and the plan is becoming more complete.

The bald AI akimbo in satisfaction:
"Well! The final product is like this! Find a 'master of ceremonies' to be the host, and you and Ai Shanshan will dress up beautifully, and everyone will eat and drink to their heart's content! That's it!"

Zuo Wu got up, grabbed Dutzi's head and shook it back and forth: "What's the difference between this and what I said at the beginning? Why are you talking so much?"

"Oh, hurt, hurt, hurt, your plan is just to eat and drink, there will be no master of ceremonies, and you probably won't even be able to dress up nicely, let alone write a letter to your future wife!"

"Instead of shaking my head when I have time, why not write your letter quickly, and I'll hand it to Ai Shanshan, and then I'll help you guys spread the word and discuss what to wear..."

Zuo Wu stopped, not because of his conscience, but because he had had enough fun.

Indeed, with all these steps in place, a marriage that had been full of slapstick and impulsiveness really started to look like this.

Letting go of the blunt, Zuo Wu finally began to slowly unload the finished belly draft in the field of vision.While writing, he asked, "Last question, who should we talk to about the master of ceremonies you mentioned?"

"Marika, the professor must be well-informed. Being a master of ceremonies is no problem at all."

……

Zuo Wu finished writing the letter, handed it to Dutzi, and excitedly went to visit the laboratory that he had hardly ever set foot in.

The deceased were still busy as usual, but when they passed by Zuo Wu, the usual greetings became "Congratulations".

Marika was no exception, she seemed more enthusiastic than a blunt person, and she didn't even forget to give Zuo Wu a small red envelope, which she couldn't evade no matter what.

Zuo Wu accepted it and scratched his hair: "Thank you, professor. And, I have another kind request, would you like to be the emcee of my wedding?"

"...Unfortunately, I'm sorry to refuse, you'd better invite someone else."

"Where is there any cleverness on this planet? If you don't agree, I can only go and see if there are any little flowers and grasses on this planet that can give wisdom," Zuo Wu earnestly said: "Professor, it's not complicated, it's just a ceremony."

Marika smiled wryly: "No, Mr. Zuo, it's not about this issue; I sincerely wish you the best of luck for your union with Ms. Ai. But in fact, I am quite opposed to the matter of 'marriage'."

"Huh? Why?"

"After you and Miss Ai get married, you will definitely spend the night together, right?"

"When... of course."

"Can you guarantee that there will be offspring once?"

"No."

Marika spread her hands:
"That's it, you will definitely spend countless nights with Ms. Ai, and this process will also cause the meaningless death of countless reproductive cells; this is completely contrary to the golden land I want to create, where no life will die."

"I won't stand protesting at your door and window at your wedding and every night you're supposed to enjoy. It's already a big concession for me; it's still a bit..."

Zuo Wu sighed: "Understood, thank you, Professor."

He was a little distressed, the ceremony has been so streamlined, without a master of ceremonies, he always felt that something was missing.

But Marika tilted her head: "Mr. Zuo, you seem to have forgotten someone."

"Who?"

"Mr. Xi Martyrdom, he is the former commander-in-chief, and he is a pure-blooded human being who has come from the golden age of the Imperial Union. In terms of emotion and reason, he should be more qualified than me to be the master of ceremonies."

……

King Li'e readily agreed to be martyred for Xi.

But the curse of the bloodline made it impossible for Zuo Wu to stand in front of Martyr Xi for a long time. After the matter was settled, he could only leave quickly.

Xi martyrdom moved his joints: "Master of ceremonies? I have never been a master of ceremonies, but I have seen it many times, so it shouldn't be a big problem... Li A, why are you a little unhappy?"

"Oh, oh? Do you still care about whether I'm happy or not?" King Li'e said indifferently, "Why do I remember that we don't seem to have such a wedding?"

"... When we crossed thousands of stars and finally met, how could there be anyone else here? Were we going to show Xiaoshu Xiaoyu a wedding? The years we have been chasing each other in the Milky Way are more solemn than any wedding. many!"

King Li Yu didn't speak, and his aura became more and more intense.

Xi martyrdom can only bow his head: "It will be done in the future. It just so happens that they came here, and we should leave Taoyuan. After all... Li Si and Xi Yang can't stay with us and live in this deserted place for the rest of their lives."

King Lie still didn't speak, but saw her two daughters running around with Della near the Fugitive, and finally let out a faint snort.

The bustling and prosperous atmosphere gradually soaked through the everlasting thick fog, and the thick fog will temporarily recede, but they, which have existed and remained unchanged since ancient times, will eventually make a comeback.

(End of this chapter)