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Blue Hill Fox Immortal — The Bride of the 54th Cycle
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The bustling sedan chair swayed through the ancient cobblestone streets, as if traveling on the winding and twisting path of destiny. The atmosphere inside the sedan was so thick that it was suffocating. The bride, Zhao Shaohua, gently lifted the red veil made of silver satin, pushed aside the door curtain, and looked out at the magnificent ceremony that met her eyes.
"The flower sedan chair is high and turning towards the sky, the bride's phoenix crown and veil are truly like a celestial being descending to earth..." The people on the street peeked through the sedan curtain and exclaimed in amazement.
The elderly man on the side shook his fan and sighed, "Could this marriage be the opportunity to end the war? Our land can no longer bear the suffering of conflict." His words elicited a chorus of agreement. "Exactly, we must never fight again," nodded another group of people.
At this moment, in the distance, a band plays melodious ancient music, torches are high, guiding the way to the highest temple. Even the blue of the night sky appears particularly deep, as if adding color to this grand ceremony.
However, a hint of unhidden sorrow hangs on the face of the woman.
"Becoming the queen of an enemy country, who would willingly accept such a fate?" Her inner struggle and unwillingness, like a hidden dagger and poison beneath her robe, silent yet deadly.
In the distance, an ancient temple stands, its carved beams and painted pillars depicting exquisite divine totems, every detail showcasing its artistic value and sacred aura. The temple seems to guard the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, but tonight, it will become the stage for changing the destinies of two nations.
"All preparations are complete, we can begin now," announced the priest in the temple with a solemn and mysterious tone. The profound and enigmatic look in his eyes seemed to have foreseen that this wedding was far from ordinary.
With the harmonious music of drums and suona band, Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze, this ill-fated couple, slowly entered the heart of the temple. Inside the temple, the flickering candlelight and lingering incense added a touch of mystery to the upcoming ceremony.
"Please come forward, the two newlyweds!" The high priest of the temple stepped forward and announced loudly, holding a mysterious and ancient mirror in his hands, known as the "Mirror of Past and Present Lives."
This "Mirror of Past and Present Lives" is not just a sacred object, but also the embodiment of fate and divination. The mirror is circular, about the size of two people's faces, yet it holds an indescribable depth. Like still lake water, light reflects upon it, leaving no trace, as if unable to reveal its inner mystery.
The magical thing about it is that when people pick it up, the surface will show subtle changes like ripples. Those ripples are like the gentle touch of a breeze on the surface of a pond, brief yet profound, reflecting ever-changing light and shadow in an instant.
It remains still, yet often accompanied by subtle ripples, as if the surface of the water is gently touched by the wind. This mirror is different from the usual glass or metal mirrors, but rather seems to be made of a mysterious crystal, emitting a faint blue light.
Upon close inspection of this crystal mirror, the pool-like surface unexpectedly reveals faint cloud shadows from time to time.
The mirror of this artifact is not made of ordinary glass or metal, but is crafted from a rare and mysterious crystal. This crystal emits a faint blue light, reminiscent of a Shen Mengrou sky, captivating anyone who lays eyes on it.
The most striking feature is that each of the four corners of the mirror base has a small animal head, vivid and lifelike, as if it could leap out of the base at any time. These four animal heads represent the four major functions of the "Past and Present Life Mirror": divination, time observation, positioning, and reincarnation.
Its most mysterious function is that when two people hold the mirror at the same time, it can reveal the romantic fate of their past and present lives. When their hands touch the mirror, a beam of light will appear in the mirror. The color and intensity of this light will foretell the good or bad fortune of these individuals, and may even determine whether they can become husband and wife in this life, and walk through life hand in hand in peace.
Every time the high priest uses the "Mirror of Past and Present Lives" for divination, sweat beads involuntarily appear in the palm of his hand. Because he understands that what this mirror sometimes reveals may be the truth that people are unwilling to see but have no choice but to face.
Xiao Moze extended his left hand, palm facing up, and slowly passed it in front of the bride. Zhao Shaohua gazed at the outstretched hand through her semi-transparent red veil. Though her heart was filled with countless reluctances, in the end, she slowly placed her hand into Xiao Moze's palm. Their fingers lightly intertwined, as if in this moment, they were the enviable couple that everyone admired.
Side by side, they walked in unison towards the position of the high priest in the temple. The candlelight danced around them, casting long shadows on the ancient walls of the temple, creating a captivating scene.
The atmosphere inside the temple became increasingly solemn, and every step was taken with extra caution. When they reached the high priest, the entire temple seemed to be waiting in silence for this moment. The high priest held the mysterious "Mirror of Past and Present Lives," with an indescribable seriousness on his face.
"The past and present lives are connected by a thread," the high priest's voice was solemn and mysterious, echoing as if from ancient times.
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze stood face to face, their eyes piercing through the red veil and mirror, revealing a hint of inexplicable emotion.
The priest smiled and said, "Please place your hands into the 'Mirror of Past and Present Lives' and let the gods witness your fate."
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze looked at each other, then slowly placed their hands into the mirror. At the moment their hands touched, the mirror suddenly emitted a dazzling black light.
Suddenly, a strange halo appeared in the mirror, and the mysterious halo instantly revolved around the two of them, as if the stars in the night sky had suddenly enveloped them, and the air froze instantly.
The high priest gazed at the sudden change and slowly said, "This omen is inauspicious. It seems that this wedding is clearly fated by the heavens, and human affairs are unpredictable."
At the same time, in the palace, the emperor and the ministers of the two countries were also closely following this event.
"The current wedding does not seem to be going smoothly. Will this affect our relationship with the Zhao Kingdom?" asked a minister uneasily.
The emperor's face was filled with concern as he lowered his eyes and said, "Great Priest Temple's reaction is significant. It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't."
"What should we do now?" another minister asked urgently.
The emperor took a deep breath and said calmly, "Before understanding the whole situation, any hasty action could lead to irreparable consequences. In any case, let's observe and wait for the final decision from the temple."
After a brief discussion among the priests and others, they announced the decision: "In order to pray for peace and dispel disasters, we have decided to postpone the wedding. It will be held again in a month." The priest's words carried a hint of seriousness and solemnity.
The emperor immediately turned to the crowd and solemnly announced, "The wedding procession from the Kingdom of Zhao does not need to return home. I will arrange suitable accommodations for all of you to temporarily reside in."
The envoy from the Kingdom of Zhao deeply bowed in respect and said, "We will obey the command of Emperor of Xiao Dynasty." Then, everyone began to orderly leave the temple.
The bride, Zhao Shaohua, also left. With the help of the maidservant and Xiao Moze, she carefully descended the steps.
Suddenly, a gust of inexplicable wind swept through.
The red headscarf of the bride was lifted, and she quickly covered her face with a fan, but it was too late. In that instant, she had a moment of eye contact with Xiao Moze.
"What a beautiful bride," Xiao Moze quietly sighed, his fox-like eyes filled with indescribable emotions. In his heart, he silently thought, "What a pity."
Zhao Shaohua also carefully observed him, she was deeply attracted by his fox-like eyes, which exuded a deep and mysterious charm that was unforgettable.
For a moment, she felt an inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart, as if everything seemed familiar yet elusive, as if those eyes had been seen in a distant past.
A sudden pang of pain in her heart, Zhao Shaohua shook her head at the thought of the current predicament she was in, unable to dwell on it any longer. Gently closing the fan, she turned and continued down the steps.
Soon after, a mysterious incense ignited within the temple, filling the air with imperceptible tension and suppression. For this wedding, everyone had their own calculations and buried secrets, but at this moment, all plans and emotions were frozen within this temple, full of mystery and the unknown.
The news of the wedding postponement quickly spread throughout the city, and people were all talking about it.
The townspeople were all discussing the news of the postponement of the wedding. Some felt regretful, some worried, and others were curious about this royal marriage. In teahouses, markets, and even on the streets, this news became the topic of gossip.
"What does this really mean? Does it mean that this royal marriage cannot really happen?" sighed an elderly man in the teahouse, looking out the window with a worried expression.
"Perhaps the temple has some kind of omen, indicating that the time is not yet ripe," speculated another young man, playing with a teacup in his hand, his expression serious.
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