The Bad Guys: Playing the Fake Li Xingyun at the Beginning

Only the old people in Luoyang City couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw the wedding scene. They were not happy for Su Ming, but for the restoration of the Tang Dynasty.

This wedding was also a torture for Su Ming. It was a grand ceremony that cost billions of silver. As the emperor, he spent the whole day arranging the etiquette procedures and wearing thick formal clothes.

Going out is one set, worshiping the late emperor is another set, getting married is another set, and taking the new bride to meet court officials is another set. It takes several hours every day just to change clothes.

Like him, Yelu Zhiwu also had to arrange the etiquette process and make sure it was perfect. She rehearsed until the evening every day, and Su Ming would personally send her out of the palace.

After a while, the two of them became more familiar with each other, and their feelings were cultivated bit by bit in the process. Although it was very tiring, it was also a kind of comfort for each other.

The ritual system is the foundation of the court's rule. Although today the rituals and music have long been in disarray and the central authority no longer exists, what is necessary must still be there, and no standards or procedures can be omitted.

His coronation ceremony had been hastily enough, and this wedding must not be as hasty as before. Such a matter of right and wrong could not be determined by personal will. Both the imperial court and the Khitan behind them needed this grand wedding to declare the peace alliance.

The Khitans needed a stable border to digest the Bohai Kingdom, and the Central Plains needed a peaceful border to lick the wounds caused by years of war.

The two sides have stopped fighting this time in order to prepare for a more fierce fight next time. Once the Bohai Kingdom has been neutralized, the Khitan will move southward in large numbers.

On the street, a young man wearing a coarse cloth robe and with snow-white hair hastily tied behind his back was looking at the brightly lit imperial palace in the distance and fell into deep thought.

He was You Chuan, who had walked for nearly two months before arriving here.

Before this, he had used Gu to search for Chi Meng in Shu for a long time but could not find any trace of him. Suddenly, he learned of the emperor's wedding, so he packed his bags and rushed to Luoyang in disguise.

However, as soon as he arrived here, the Gu in his body reacted and he vaguely sensed the scent of the Rao Jiang Gu worm in the palace.

Looking at the red walls and green tiles, You Chuan was in a dilemma. The emperor was getting married and the palace was heavily guarded. It was not easy to get in.

I can only come back after the wedding. He looked at the imperial city with red lanterns hanging high, with regret in his eyes, and disappeared into the night.

……

Overseas island.

After making an agreement with Li Xingyun, Yuan Tiangang no longer avoided it and directly drove the boat to the coast, and went to the island with Jing Xinmo and others to rest.

It was almost dawn. Yuan Tiangang sat on a rocky reef, holding a fishing rod. He stood still despite the wind and waves. Water droplets were blown to him by the sea breeze, but before they could get close, they were isolated by an invisible internal force and could not get within three feet of him.

In the room, after Li Xingyun returned to the bedroom, he lay on the bed, looking at the dark room, motionless, with a dazed look, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, beside him, Ji Ruxue turned sideways with her back to her, with traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, and her trembling eyelashes showed her inner unrest.

She didn't fall asleep either.

In fact, she had woken up the moment Li Xingyun left the room.

Ji Ruxue knew that what was supposed to come would eventually come.

Everything has been predetermined. They cannot hide or avoid it. It is just their wishful thinking. Facing Yuan Tiangang, they can only accept the reality.

I don’t know how much time had passed before Li Xingyun woke up from his dream. When he came to his senses, he found that it was already dawn.

"Xue'er, it's daybreak. You should sleep for a while. I'll make breakfast." He approached Ji Ruxue and whispered in her ear.

Ji Ruxue narrowed her eyes and responded in a half-awake voice.

Behind her, the sound of someone getting dressed was heard, and then the door opened and then gently closed. As the footsteps gradually faded away, Ji Ruxue slowly opened her eyes, no longer looking sleepy as before.

She turned over and lay down where Li Xingyun had just been lying, sniffing the remaining scent. Tears welled up in her eyes. She really couldn't bear to leave.

In the forest, Jing Xinmo and a group of bad people were wandering. Not far from them were paddy fields where rice had just been harvested. They looked at the dry fields with smiles in their eyes, mocking and helpless.

Mirror Heart Demon picked up a fallen rice ear from the ridge of the field and said lightly, "It seems that Li Xingyun is also a good farmer. Why didn't we see it before?"

"Alas, it's a pity for the Marshal's hard work, otherwise he would not have stayed here for a year." The other man held the sword at his waist and sighed deeply.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Jing Xinmo's eyes, then disappeared. Thinking of the emperor far away in the Central Plains, his mood became even more complicated. It was he who had personally stabbed that man in the face.

But he didn't expect that man could actually come this far. Reviving the Tang Dynasty is the dream of every bad person. For this dream, they can risk their lives and disregard everything.

However, looking at everything on the island, Jing Xin Mo and the other bad guys didn’t know what to say.

Chapter 182: Couples in the Palace, Couples on the Island

If he had the final say, Jing Xin Mo would rather follow the man in the Luoyang Palace than Li Xingyun, who lived a dull life on the island like a country bumpkin.

Unfortunately, they have no say in the matter. All the Bad People obey the will of the Bad Leader, and no one can shake them.

"Paddy fields, fishing nets, dried fish, raising rabbits..."

"Our prince knows so much." They walked through the island as if strolling in a garden, and saw traces of Li Xingyun and his friends' daily life.

They don't understand these things. They only know how to spy, kill people, and disguise themselves. But it is precisely because of this that they make such exclamations.

Soon, Jing Xinmo and his companions walked all over the island and returned to the ship to wait for report.

Yuan Tiangang also got the so-called Yi Si Zhan left by Li Chunfeng. Looking at the book in his hand, the figure of his old friend seemed to appear in front of him.

The two men served in the same court and were both teachers and friends. Although they had different ideas, they shared the same desire to make the Tang Dynasty more prosperous. He had already read the book Yi Si Zhan in those days, but after Li Chunfeng's death, the book disappeared.

It was not until later when he used the island as a base for the Bad Guys that he saw the book again.

Since it was a backup plan left by an old friend, Yuan Tiangang did not destroy it, but ordered people to put it back intact. After all, he still saw the book.

Li Chunfeng, you miscalculated after all.

He sighed quietly, and without making any movement, an invisible internal force shattered the book beside him, turning it into floating scraps of paper that scattered in the sea.

Not far away, Li Xingyun was making a fire and cooking, and the aroma of fish soup was spreading.

Suddenly, Yuan Tiangang spoke up, "Li Xingyun, when do you plan to leave?"

Li Xingyun was stirring the soup. Hearing this, he stopped, put down the spoon, covered the pot, and walked to Yuan Tiangang. "Three days. After three days, I will go with you."

"Where's Ji Ruxue? Are you planning to take her with you?"

"Well, I'm worried about leaving her here alone. Besides, she is still under the witch spell cast by the Witch King. I hope you can make the Witch King remove the spell and stop controlling her." Li Xingyun nodded and proposed his terms of exchange.

At this moment, the fishing rod in Yuan Tiangang's hand moved slightly, and a fish was hooked.

However, he just sat there, letting the fish struggle under the sea, but his hand holding the fishing rod did not move at all, not worrying at all that it would get off the hook.

"Okay, I promise you, when we return to the Central Plains and get the Longquan treasure, I will ask Corpse Ancestor Hou Qing to use the Blood Weeping Record to replace her blood. In this way, the Gu in her blood will be washed away. Can you rest assured?"

Li Xingyun hesitated for a moment, then agreed, "Okay, it's a deal."

……

In the Luoyang Imperial Palace, Su Ming, wearing a royal robe, stood with Yelu Zhiwu, who was wearing a phoenix robe, and saluted towards the empty hall. At this time, the official from the Ministry of Rites standing next to them took a book and made a check mark on it, "The ceremony is over!"

Hearing these two words, Su Ming and Yelu Zhiwu looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Even though Yelu Zhiwu and Su Ming were both top warriors in the world, they still felt annoyed by the complicated and tedious etiquette process. After rehearsing the entire wedding process, they felt quite depressed.

After two days of rehearsal, they quickly mastered all the etiquette and the people from the Ministry of Rites could not find any fault with them.

After all, once these etiquette movements were done once, the rest was just muscle memory. These things were extremely simple for them, but to be on the safe side, the officials from the Ministry of Rites still insisted on rehearsing for two days to avoid any mistakes.

Soon, the wedding day arrived.

The imperial city was decorated with red ribbons, and red colored silks were flying in the hall. Su Ming and Yelu Zhiwu, led by the ceremonial officer, gradually went through the process.

Step by step, without any mistakes.

The sound of grand ceremonial music echoed in the imperial city. When the people in the city heard the festive music, they knew that the emperor was getting married. Suddenly, the streets were in an uproar and the drinkers in the taverns were also talking about it.

Suddenly, an army cleared the way on the street, and a huge convoy entered the imperial city like a long dragon. These were the dowries sent by the Khitans.

There were thousands of vehicles loaded with them, covered with fireworks and colorful silks, and carefully packaged. Wherever they passed, gift money was sprinkled down, causing people in Luoyang to scramble for them.

Zhang Zifan also attended the wedding as Lu Linxuan's husband, but even though he had a smile on his face, it looked forced to others, as if he was in great pain.

Nonsense, how can it not be uncomfortable!

During the months when Lu Linxuan was pregnant, he was exploited a lot by Qingguo Qingcheng. Every time they consummated their marriage, the three of them had a lot of fun, with all kinds of actions happening one after another.

If it was Lu Linxuan, it would be fine, but the stunning beauty of them really made him uncomfortable. However, the dowries of these two sisters included a lot of things like tiger penis, seahorse, sea lion kidney, etc., which made him feel so full that his whole body felt congested.

There was no other way but to bite the bullet.

If Xu Huan hadn't seen that he looked worried and had someone give him a few books on Taoist sex techniques, it is possible that Zhang Zifan had been drained out by now. Some things cannot be replenished by simply replenishing them.

Seeing the beautiful and charming Yelu Zhiwu, Zhang Zifan felt sad. Why was there such a big gap between them?

It shouldn’t be!

Under Zhang Zifan's resentful gaze, Su Ming completed the entire process. After the banquet with all the officials, he entered the harem to prepare for the bridal chamber.

At the banquet, no one dared to force the emperor to drink. Everything that happened today was destined to go down in history. Any extraordinary behavior would be recorded and reviewed by future generations.

Even though Li Siyuan was unhappy, he had to put on a smile and look happy.

Military governors and vassal states from all over the country sent their congratulatory gifts one after another. Although some had not arrived yet and were still on the way, their gift lists had already arrived.

……

On the island, Li Xingyun and Ji Ruxue were staring at each other, speechless.

When Ji Ruxue saw the figure on the shore, she was still overwhelmed with grief and couldn't help but let the tears flow down her face.

"Xue'er, it's time for us to go. We have spent enough time here. There are still unfinished things waiting for me in Zhongyuan. We will come back after those things are resolved!" Li Xingyun hugged Ji Ruxue and comforted her softly.

Ji Ruxue's white hands tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, her pretty face was pale. She had a premonition that if they left this time, they might never come back here again.

However, she couldn't tell Li Xingyun about this thought and could only bury it deep in her heart.

After a long while, she wiped her tears and nodded vigorously, "Okay, Xingyun, no matter where in the world, I will be with you."

After saying that, the two of them hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into each other's bodies.

At the same time, on the ship, Wangzai Jingxinmo was staring at the hexagram in front of him, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of worry.

Chapter 183 The wedding night, a bad omen!

In the bridal chamber, Yelu Zhiwu was sitting on the bed with her hands on her knees. She looked dignified and well-behaved, but her face was tense and uneasy.

At that time, there was no custom of wearing a red veil when getting married. At most, people would wear a veil on their face when getting married. The customs in the Tang Dynasty were open, and they did not yet focus on the protection between men and women as much as the Neo-Confucianism of the Song and Ming dynasties in later generations.

Yelu Zhiwu was born in the grassland. She was generous and bold in love and hate, but this was her first time as a young lady riding in a bridal sedan.

Today, she was riding in a phoenix carriage from the post station to the palace. Both sides of the street were crowded with people. At a glance, all she could see was a sea of ​​black hair. She couldn't help feeling nervous as she sat on it.

When she arrived at the palace, she had already memorized the etiquette procedures, but when the time came, she was still extremely nervous. She had never been this nervous when performing sacrifices on the grassland before.

After all, she was just a girl under 20 years old, living in a foreign country with no relatives. It was normal for her to feel uneasy about marrying a man she had never met before and spending the rest of her life with him. It had nothing to do with her identity or her martial arts skills.

The lights in the harem hall were brightly lit, and animal-shaped incense burners were burning sandalwood, filling the room with a dizzy atmosphere.

After the banquet, Su Ming changed his clothes with the help of the palace servants and came to the harem. He walked on the corridor bridge. The night breeze swept away the restlessness in his heart.