Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 42 Wan'er's Love

The autumn rain falls like silk threads.

Indeed, a sword was strangely stuck in the newly erected grave.

No, it doesn't seem to be a sword.

Luo Qingfeng only realized it was a knife when he got closer.

Like the Tang Dynasty sword from that world.

The blade is long and thin, with only one edge.

It is covered in rust and cracks, like a general who has been through many battles but is already old and frail.

Even with the light and the rain, there is not a trace of luster to be seen.

It looked as if it might break or shatter at any moment.

Luo Qingfeng reached out, slowly grasped the hilt of the knife, and pulled it out of the soil.

Okay, it seems there's a section broken off at the very beginning.

The scar at the broken edge looked particularly ugly, having lost all its graceful curves.

The entire blade is about three feet long, slightly longer than a typical Qingfeng sword. The blade is covered with nicks and notches, making it look like even cutting vegetables would be difficult.

How did such a knife end up stuck here?

Luo Qingfeng held it in his hand, secretly wondering about it.

Suddenly, he remembered something, raised his head, and looked at the mountain range dozens of kilometers away.

Of course, he couldn't see that.

But that direction was indeed where the mountain peak that was razed to the ground last night was located.

"Could it have flown in from there?"

He wondered to himself.

What a coincidence that it just happened to be placed on Zhao'er's grave?

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the rusty broken knife in his hand. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he channeled his stellar energy into his palm.

It can be infused with star power, and thus become a treasure!

To his disappointment, the broken knife in his hand did not react at all.

It seems it's not even the most ordinary treasure anymore.

It's not a precious artifact, and it's broken like this, so what use is it?

Luo Qingfeng flicked his hand and casually tossed it out.

The broken knife traced an arc in the rain and landed in the mud not far away. The broken edge stuck in the waterlogged soil, crookedly embedded there, looking particularly tragic against its many scars.

Luo Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at the grave in front of him.

He stood in front of the grave for a while, then picked some wildflowers and tied them into two bunches.

One bouquet was placed on Grandma's grave, and another on Zhao'er and Hei Xiu's graves.

Then, the paper offerings were lit.

Flames rose, and smoke curled up, but it didn't rise much before being knocked down by the rain.

The burning paper was quickly extinguished.

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the grave, not trying again, but just looking at the wildflowers on the grave, his expression dazed.

The icy rain washed over his body, stirring up memories of the place he and that girl had once shared.

"Brother Feng, do you think there might be ghosts among all these graves in this ravine?"

"Maybe there are, but they're probably all good ghosts."

"Hehe, when Zhao'er dies first, she'll become a good ghost and follow Brother A-Feng every day, inseparable."

"Why are you following me? To protect me?"

"Yes, protect Brother Feng from being bewitched by other vixens, and while we're at it, devour those vixens!"

"oh."

Memories are like a drizzle, cool and refreshing, falling into the heart, endlessly...

Luo Qingfeng stood before the grave, motionless, like a wooden stake, devoid of any life.

Soon it was noon, and then evening.

at the same time.

The main hall and side hall of the Song family in Qingquan Town were already filled with tables.

Guests arrived one after another to congratulate the newlyweds on their engagement.

Song Yuanshan and Yang Lan stood at the door, greeting the remaining guests with smiles on their faces.

The kitchen was also bustling with activity.

In the room in the backyard.

Song Wan'er, dressed in a brand-new red dress and wearing festive red decorations on her head, sat in front of the dressing mirror, quietly looking at herself in the mirror.

Her face was rouged, her lips were painted, and her delicate eyebrows were adorned with the most beautiful colors.

The girl's face in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Cousin... he'll definitely like it, right?"

She murmured.

Just then, Ping'er hurried to the door, head bowed, and said, "Miss, Young Master... he hasn't returned yet..."

Looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, Song Wan'er said softly, "Don't worry, my cousin will come back."

Outside the window, the sky was dark and a light drizzle was falling.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

In the foyer, all the guests had arrived, but the newlyweds had not yet come out.

Song Yuanshan grew anxious and sent Xiao Huan several times to urge him, but the reply was always the same: "Young Master Biao has not returned yet."

Yang Lan stood to the side, unusually silent.

As it was getting dark, Song Yuanshan had no choice but to send people out to search, while simultaneously announcing that the banquet would begin.

"Qingfeng has something to do for now and may be back a little later. Let's eat and drink first."

Although he had a smile on his face, he was very uneasy inside.

Because he had to entertain guests, he couldn't leave, so he went to his wife's side and urged her in a low voice, "Go and ask Wan'er quickly what happened. Does she know where Qingfeng went?"

Yang Lan paused for a moment, then left without an umbrella, getting soaked in the rain.

In the room in the backyard.

Song Wan'er remained seated in front of the dressing mirror, motionless.

The room was dimly lit, making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

Ping'er returned to report again, her voice trembling: "Miss, Young Master... he hasn't returned yet..."

This time, Song Wan'er remained silent.

She sat there quietly, like a statue, motionless and silent.

Ping'er stood outside the door, head down, her body trembling.

Not long after.

Yang Lan arrived here.

She paused at the doorway before entering the room, a smile on her face: "Wan'er, Qingfeng probably has something come up and might be back later. Oh well, it's just an engagement anyway, it can be anytime. Let everyone have dinner tonight."

The room was silent for a moment.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Wan'er whispered, "Mother, Wan'er has been waiting for tonight for a very, very long time. My cousin also told me that he likes Wan'er and is willing to get engaged to her..."

Yang Lan stood not far behind her, watching her retreating figure, and said, "He did choose you, but..."

"But what?"

Song Wan'er said softly.

Yang Lan lowered her head, paused for a moment, and said, "But, Zhao'er just passed away, he..."

"Mother..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Wan'er said softly, "Can we not mention that person?"

Yang Lan seemed to tremble slightly, and whispered, "Yes, Mother won't mention it anymore, Mother won't mention it anymore..."

The room fell silent.

The rain outside the window was pouring down, and it was still falling.

Soon, it got dark.

Ping'er went to check again, and returned with a trembling voice reporting, "Young Master hasn't...hasn't returned yet..."

Song Wan'er stared at herself in the mirror for a while, then suddenly sighed softly. She raised her hand and slowly removed the pearl hairpin and gold ornament from her hair, saying softly, "Never mind, I'll go find him. It's alright, he'll come back with me... He promised me..."

Yang Lan's lips trembled slightly as she looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Wan'er..."

Song Wan'er looked at her with gentle eyes.

Yang Lan lowered her head again, her voice trembling, "You...you should just let him go. We're a family together, aren't we..."

"laugh!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp claw suddenly flew out and pierced her chest.

Yang Lan's body jolted, and she suddenly turned around and ran towards the door, but fell down with a "thud" at the doorway. She struggled to lift her head and looked at Ping'er outside, saying in a trembling voice, "Quick...quickly go and tell Qingfeng, don't...don't go back..."

Before she could finish speaking, everything went black, and she fell silent.

A wisp of black smoke suddenly drifted out from between her brows, twisting and swaying, and flew to the dressing table.

Ping'er stood frozen outside the door, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

in the room.

The figure was still wearing a red robe, sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.

But in her hand, there was now a bright red heart.

"Cousin, it's alright, Wan'er doesn't blame you... Wan'er will come find you right now..."

"You promised Wan'er you would marry her... didn't you?"

Her voice was gentle, tinged with sadness, like that of a wife longing for her husband.

(End of this chapter)