Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Night was falling.

The backyard of Zuixianju is quiet and elegant.

Gu Xiang booked the entire courtyard.

Because of the ten-meter restriction, the two could only share a room.

Red candles were burning inside the room.

Su Qing sat on the couch, toying with the leftover chicken bone in her hand, seemingly still savoring the taste.

Gu Xiang sat at the table, holding a book in his hand, but didn't turn a single page for a long time.

His gaze would occasionally drift towards the red figure on the couch.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Qing didn't even look up, casually tossing the bone into the plate.

Gu Xiang put down his book, got up and walked to the bedside.

"It's up to you."

"Haven't you had enough after watching for so long?"

"Even three lifetimes wouldn't be enough to see it all."

Su Qing raised her head and met his deep eyes.

The emotions within were so intense they were almost palpable.

She panicked and instinctively shrank back.

"Gu Xiang, your words are getting more and more mushy."

Gu Xiang smiled and was about to speak.

A sudden gust of wind came from the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Lord Gu, Miss Su, an old friend has come to visit."

His voice was cold, yet it carried an air of authority.

Gu Xiang's expression hardened, and he quickly walked over and opened the door.

A woman was standing outside the door.

He wore a black Taoist robe and a half-bronze mask, revealing only the lower half of his stunningly beautiful face.

It was none other than the Grand Preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

She was once the little fox who had watched over the Star-Picking Tower for three hundred years.

"The Imperial Advisor."

Gu Xiang bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

Su Qing also got off the couch and walked to Gu Xiang's side.

Because the distance between them had decreased, the attraction between them weakened slightly.

The Imperial Advisor removed his mask, revealing a slightly pale face.

Her gaze fell on Su Qing, her expression complex.

There was relief, envy, and a touch of sadness.

"It's good that you're back."

She said softly.

Su Qing looked at her, a smile playing on her lips.

"Old woman, it's been a few days, why do you still look so lifeless?"

"Now that the monk has come back to life, you should have a laugh."

The Imperial Advisor ignored her teasing and went straight into the house.

She sat down at the table and took out a brocade box from her sleeve.

"This is for you."

Gu Xiang walked over and accepted the brocade box with both hands.

I opened it and took a look.

Inside was a neatly folded red cloth.

The fabric was no ordinary material; it shimmered with a faint cloud-like hue, and one could vaguely see a phoenix pattern embroidered with gold thread.

"This is……"

Gu Xiang was somewhat surprised.

The Imperial Advisor picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"This is the fabric I prepared for my wedding dress back then."

"It is woven from the clouds of the heavens and the tears of mermaids."

"It's been sitting there for three hundred years, and I've never had a chance to wear it."

"Now that you are getting married, I will give you this fabric."

Su Qing walked over and reached out to touch the piece of fabric.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, like a baby's skin.

She was silent for a moment, then raised her head and looked at the Imperial Advisor.

"Keep it for yourself."

"Once you bring the monk back, you'll have to hold another event."

The Imperial Advisor shook his head.

"The karma between us is too heavy; I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to wear this red dress in this lifetime."

"As long as you are all well, I will be content."

She looked at Gu Xiang.

"Gu Xiang, this material is good, but it still needs to be cut."

"Even the best tailors in the capital wouldn't dare touch this rare and precious material."

"Since you've fused with the Phoenix Nirvana Seed, this job is yours alone."

Gu Xiang was taken aback.

"I?"

"I only know how to use a pen and a sword, how would I know how to use a needle and thread?"

The Imperial Advisor smiled.

"Just do it with your heart."

"You're willing to cut out your heart, so why would you be afraid of a needle and thread?"

Gu Xiang glanced at Su Qing, then at the piece of fabric.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"it is good."

"I'll do it."

He placed the brocade box on the table and took out the piece of cloth.

The red cloth was unfurled and instantly covered half the room.

The glow of the sunset painted the entire room a deep red.

Gu Xiang pulled a dagger from his pocket.

That was the magical artifact he used for self-defense in the land abandoned by the gods.

At this moment, however, it has become the tailor's scissors.

He looked at Su Qing.

"come over."

Su Qing walked up to him and opened her arms.

Gu Xiang held the dagger but did not strike directly.

Instead, he first used his hands to measure Su Qing's figure inch by inch.

From the shoulders, to the waist, and then to the length of the skirt.

His hands were steady and slow.

Every touch is imbued with a sense of reverence.

Su Qing stood there, letting him do as he pleased.

The two were very close.

Their breaths mingled together.

The Imperial Advisor sat to the side, quietly watching this scene.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

It was as if through this perfect couple, I could see myself and the monk from three hundred years ago.

Back then, they also dreamed of the future in the same way.

It's a pity that good luck makes people.

"Tighten up your waist area."

Gu Xiang's voice broke the silence.

He gestured at Su Qing's waist.

"You're too thin."

"You should eat more in the future."

Su Qing rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm a vixen, I won't be pretty if I get fat."

Gu Xiang smiled, and the dagger in his hand lightly sliced ​​across the fabric.

The incredibly tough cloud-patterned brocade was torn apart like flowing water by his blade.

There was no hindrance whatsoever.

Because his blade is imbued with righteous energy and the true fire of the phoenix.

These are the sharpest scissors in the world.

It is also the gentlest carving knife.

Time passed little by little.

The red candles inside the room were half-burned.

The basic shape of a wedding dress gradually emerged in Gu Xiang's hands.

Although the stitches are a bit rough, the sentiment behind them is impossible to hide.

The Imperial Advisor stood up and put his mask back on.

"alright."

"You can take your time with the rest."

"I should go back now."

Gu Xiang put down his work, wanting to see her off.

But the Imperial Advisor stopped him.

"No need to send it."

"The way you two look like conjoined twins would make you a laughing stock if you were sent away."

She walked to the door and paused.

"Gu Xiang".

"Um?"

"Treat her well."

Gu Xiang bowed respectfully.

"Rest assured, Imperial Advisor."

"Gu Xiang will never let her down in this lifetime."

The Imperial Advisor nodded, then vanished into the night in a flash.

The room returned to silence.

Su Qing looked at the half-finished wedding dress on the table, her eyes reddening slightly.

"Gu Xiang".

"Um?"

"Do you think we can really go on like this forever?"

Gu Xiang walked over and hugged her from behind.

His chin rested on her shoulder.

"able."

"As long as I live, no one in this world can separate us."

Su Qing turned around and buried her head in his chest.

Listen to his strong heartbeat.

That was her heart.

That was his fate.

"fool."

"Um."

"I want to sleep."

"it is good."

Gu Xiang picked her up and carried her to the bed.

That ten-meter distance has now become the shortest and longest entanglement in the world.

Two people were locked up.

It also locked away a lifetime of love.

Outside the window, the moonlight was as clear as water.

The night in the capital city finally quieted down.

Only the lights of Zuixianju remain burning brightly.

It illuminated the way home for those returning.

It also illuminated the unfinished wedding dress.

【Bodhisattva's Charm - Sewing a Wedding Dress at Night】

The red window reflects the chaotic clouds, while the fine golden needles weave delicate threads of affection.

She measures her slender waist with a ruler, and her jade-like face is delicate and charming before the lamp.

After my old friend bid me farewell, the night was still and the watchman's drum had been running for a long time.

This sentiment will last forever, like mandarin ducks embroidered in two rows.