Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 22 I'll Eat Your Face!

The main hall of the Song family.

The dining table was laden with exquisite dishes.

The whole family gathered together.

Luo Qingfeng, Su Zhao'er, and their four maids also arrived.

Song Yuanshan's face lit up with a smile.

Today, someone from Wangxing City came and offered Song Chuan a special invitation to cultivate at a branch of a sect in the city. Not only would his room and board be provided free of charge, but he would also receive a monthly stipend.

Most importantly, it will also provide cultivation resources.

"Chuan'er is so promising, we no longer have to worry about cultivation resources."

Song Yuanshan looked pleased.

Yang Lan smiled and said, "Yes, back then, in order to find a master for Chuan'er, we almost sold the shop for such a small pill."

Song Chuan raised his wine cup, his face full of gratitude, and said, "Father, Mother, I toast you both to thank you for supporting me on the path of cultivation. If it weren't for your full support, I would still be just a clueless and ignorant martial artist."

Song Yuanshan raised his wine glass with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Yang Lan wiped away her tears.

At this moment, Song Wan'er also raised her wine cup and said with a smile, "Brother, Wan'er would like to toast you as well. You're going to the city, but you mustn't slack off; you must continue to cultivate diligently. If you have time, you must come back to visit us often."

Song Chuan smiled and said, "Of course."

Luo Qingfeng also raised his wine glass and said, "I wish my cousin success in his cultivation and a bright future."

Song Chuan picked up his wine cup, looked at him, and said calmly, "Qingfeng, you must also study hard and not slack off. If you can pass the imperial examination next year, your grandmother's efforts will not have been in vain."

Luo Qingfeng said, "Yes, Qingfeng will definitely remember it."

At this moment, everyone's gaze turned to the girl sitting next to him.

Su Zhao'er, dressed in a red dress, was eating with her head down, holding a chicken leg and a duck leg in each hand, looking very satisfied.

They didn't seem interested in their topic.

"Cough cough."

Song Yuanshan smiled and said, "By the way, Qingfeng, Wan'er said that September 12th is an auspicious day. Are you planning to get married to Zhao'er on that day?"

Before Luo Qingfeng could answer, Su Zhao'er's ears twitched, she raised her head and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, Uncle, we will get married on September 12th."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at her, then suddenly cupped his hands to Song Yuanshan and Yang Lan, saying, "Uncle, Aunt, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. After Zhao'er and I get married, I'll find my own place to live and won't trouble you anymore."

Song Yuanshan frowned upon hearing this: "Qingfeng, what's wrong? Are you not used to living here? I promised your grandmother I would take care of you."

At this moment, Yang Lan quickly said, "Sir, after the young couple gets married, they naturally want to have their own home and life. It's not convenient for them to always live here with us."

Su Zhao'er immediately put down the chicken leg in her hand and said, "Yes, yes, Uncle and Aunt don't need to worry, Zhao'er will take good care of Brother Feng."

He then picked up the chicken leg from the bowl and said somewhat dejectedly, "However, Zhao'er may never be able to eat such delicious chicken legs again. They're too expensive; Zhao'er doesn't have the money to buy them."

Before the other person could speak, she suddenly looked up and laughed, "Oh right, Zhao'er almost forgot! Grandma told Zhao'er that she had left the money for Brother Afeng's schooling and the dowry for Zhao'er with Uncle and Aunt. When Brother Afeng and Zhao'er get married and move out, Uncle and Aunt will give it to us, and then we'll have money to buy meat to eat, hehe."

Yang Lan's expression changed, and she looked at her husband.

Song Yuanshan laughed and said, "Of course, we've kept them all for you. But Qingfeng, your uncle wouldn't dare let you move out. If you leave, what will people say about your uncle? Your grandmother entrusted you to me and asked me to help you marry Zhao'er. Now you two are both alone and destitute. If I let you move out, wouldn't people gossip about us behind our backs, calling us mean-spirited, cold-blooded, and heartless?"

"Cousin..."

Before Luo Qingfeng could speak, Song Yuanshan waved his hand and said, "Today is a good day. Your cousin has officially become a cultivator and is valued by the sect. He has a bright future ahead of him. Let's eat and not talk about this for now."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at him, nodded, and said nothing more.

Su Zhao'er whispered, "Brother Feng, it's nice living here. We get to eat meat every day."

Luo Qingfeng forced a smile.

Of course he couldn't let her stay here forever!

He had to find a way to take her away, no matter what, so as not to harm his cousin's family.

After finishing the meal.

Luo Qingfeng led Su Zhao'er away from the hall.

Song Wan'er followed behind and called out softly, "Cousin, Sister Zhao'er."

The two stopped in their tracks.

Song Wan'er followed and said softly, "Do you really want to move out? It will be tough for just the two of you. Here, someone will take care of you, and you won't have to worry about anything else. Cousin can focus on his studies, and Sister Zhao'er can go to the shop to learn. Isn't that great?"

She then sighed softly and said, "Cousin, is it because of Mother and Eldest Brother? Wan'er knows that their attitude towards you has never been good, but Wan'er will try to persuade them. Now that Eldest Brother is going to the city, Mother should stop nagging. If there's anything else you're unhappy about, Cousin, you can tell Wan'er."

Luo Qingfeng dared not reveal the real reason, only saying, "Wan'er, thank you, I have no complaints. Living here is very good, and you are all very kind to me. But after all, Zhao'er and I are now adults, and no matter how hard or tiring life is outside, we have to face it ourselves. If we are always taken care of by you and don't have the ability to survive on our own, what will we do when we encounter setbacks in the future?"

Su Zhao'er, standing nearby, quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Brother Feng is right. We must live our own lives, no matter how hard or tiring it is!"

Then she whispered, "Sister Wan'er, can we come to your house often to eat meat?"

Song Wan'er looked at her, a smile appearing on her face, and said softly, "Of course."

"I'm going back to my studies now."

Luo Qingfeng didn't linger and left first.

He was feeling a bit tired and planned to go back and memorize the cultivation manual again before going to sleep and rest.

I have to go out to practice boxing tomorrow.

He wanted to take advantage of these few days to further improve his strength.

Once we move out, every bit of strength we have will give us a greater chance of survival.

Back in the room, I lit the oil lamp.

He first closed the doors and windows before taking out the cultivation manual and carefully memorizing it.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the courtyard outside.

Luo Qingfeng immediately stopped his cultivation, sat down at his desk, and opened the books that had been prepared on the table.

"Young master, are you reading?"

It turns out it was Zi'er.

Luo Qingfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went to open the door.

Zi'er held a bowl of herbal medicine, glanced at his bruised eyes, and said softly, "Young master, this is the medicine the doctor prescribed for you last time. Drink it and get some rest, don't overexert yourself."

Just as Luo Qingfeng was about to refuse, another series of footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Su Zhao'er's clear voice rang out in the courtyard: "Brother Feng, are you studying? Can Zhao'er come to your room and play with you for a while?"

Luo Qingfeng quickly took the medicine from Zi'er's hand and drank it.

Su Zhao'er skipped into the room, and seeing him drinking something, she paused for a moment, then quickly came closer, swallowing hard, and said, "Brother Feng, what are you secretly drinking? Can Zhao'er have a sip?"

Zi'er chuckled from the side: "Miss Zhao'er, this is the medicine the doctor prescribed for the young master."

Upon hearing this, Su Zhao'er lost interest and said with a bitter face, "It's so bitter."

Luo Qingfeng finished his medicine in one gulp and looked at her, saying, "Zhao'er, I just took my medicine and I feel a little dizzy. I want to sleep."

Su Zhao'er pouted and said dejectedly, "Oh, then Brother Feng can go."

"Okay, you should go to bed early too."

Luo Qingfeng closed the door, took off his coat, shoes, and socks, got into bed, and lay down wearily.

Su Zhao'er sighed outside the door and returned to her room.

Luo Qingfeng lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

Outside the window, a silver moon climbed into the night sky, but was quickly obscured by dark clouds.

The entire town fell silent.

I don't know how much time passed.

In a hazy state, Luo Qingfeng suddenly heard the window creak open, as if something had gently opened it.

He was startled awake and turned to look.

Outside the window, it was pitch black, there was nothing there, only the howling sound of the night wind sweeping past the windowsill.

However, he remembered that the window was closed before he went to sleep!

And now, the window is open...

Has anything come in?

He suddenly tensed up, not daring to open his eyes fully, and slowly turned his head to look around the room through his slits.

The room was pitch black and deathly silent.

His gaze swept across the corners on both sides of the window, then slowly across the corner of the wall near the door, and finally landed on the bedside table.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a red figure floating by the bedside!

The red figure floated beside his pillow, its wide sleeves swaying slightly, its head bowed, as if it were staring at him eerily!

This shock sent my soul flying!

He clenched his fist and sat up abruptly, about to throw a punch in terror, when he suddenly realized that it was just a robe!

Upon closer inspection, it was his bright red wedding robe!

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly got out of bed and looked closely. It was indeed his wedding robe hanging at the head of the bed.

The night breeze blew in through the open window.

The wedding robe swayed slightly, looking particularly eerie and sinister.

But isn't his wedding robe in the closet in the room across the street?

How did it suddenly end up hanging here?

He was startled.

Was the other person reminding or threatening him to hurry up and get married to her?

"call--"

Just then, another gust of cold wind swept in through the window.

The wedding robes at the head of the bed fluttered once more.

Luo Qingfeng felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. He quickly went over and closed the window, then tightly plugged in the latch.

But suddenly, he realized that the window was closed, but the bright red wedding robe at the head of the bed was still waving its sleeves, as if beckoning him to come over!

As Luo Qingfeng was filled with dread, a chilling voice suddenly came from the dark corner beside him: "Brother Feng, I want to consummate our marriage with you..."

Luo Qingfeng suddenly turned his head to look!

A figure dressed in a bright red wedding robe slowly emerged from the dark corner, long hair flowing freely, head bowed, before slowly raising its pale, faceless skin...

"Otherwise, I'll eat your face..."

(End of this chapter)