Morning Star

Chapter 429 Veil Embroidery

Chujiu held back the tears in her eyes, carefully picked him up and put him on the bed, then turned around and ran to the door, opened it and called Fang Hao, asking him to prepare a medicinal bath, and asked Shi Yuan to call the doctor from before.

With red eyes, she gently held his hand with one hand and used healing magic, while her eyes looked around the room.

There were spots of blood all along the way from the couch to the bed, and the blood was most abundant next to the couch and the bed.

What is he doing lying on the couch so late at night instead of sleeping?

What on earth had he done while she was asleep?

Shi Yuan brought the doctor over when he was confused.

After a while, Chujiu saw the doctor finish the examination and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The doctor replied: "Madam, your injury has relapsed."

"The injury... relapsed!" Chujiu was shocked, "How could it suddenly..."

What did he do? Why did his injury recur?

"Don't worry, ma'am. The medicinal bath can stabilize the master's injuries." The doctor replied.

"Also, the medicinal bath must be taken on time every day before the Lord wakes up."

"……Um."

After that, the doctor gave a few more instructions and left.

The medicinal bath was also prepared. Chujiu dismissed the others, took off Mo Xinglan's bloodstained clothes, picked him up and gently placed him in the bathtub.

Chujiu sat aside and treated him with healing techniques, while looking at the unconscious man in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Her previous anxious mood had gradually subsided because she always remembered that before he fainted he told her not to be afraid and that he would wake up.

She believed him.

But she had too many questions in her mind, and the person who could give her the answers wasn't awake yet, so she could only wait.

But she never expected that she would have to wait for half a month.

Mo Xinglan finally woke up.

But his voice was soft again, just like when he just woke up a few months ago, and the time he was awake was also shorter.

I could only lie in bed for the first two days, and later it became difficult for me to walk.

So during this period of time he went through the same process as when he first woke up, but this time he recovered faster.

But it still scared Chujiu.

She asked the reason, but he just said that she would know when the time came.

She was very angry when she heard it, but when she thought of his health, she had to suppress her anger, which resulted in her not giving Mo Xinglan a good look for several days.

Even when sleeping, she had to stay away from him. She even drew a line in the middle of the bed and told him not to cross it. However, when she woke up the next day, Mo Xinglan did not cross the line, but she stuck to him when she was half asleep.

Then she started to play tricks, saying that he carried her over, not that she went there by herself. Mo Xinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt wronged.

Chujiu was angry for several days, and only calmed down after Mo Xinglan got better and gave her a kiss and hug.

As autumn turns to winter, the snowflakes in the sky gradually grow from a few scattered ones to larger ones. The snow covers everything, as if the world has become pure.

The year is almost over in the blink of an eye. Unlike last year, people are happy this year.

The Demon Realm is particularly lively because tomorrow is the Demon Lord’s wedding day.

The white snow in the sky floated down like flowers and fell on the red silk that could be seen everywhere.

The red color is particularly eye-catching in the pure white world, and it is not weird but gorgeous and festive.

The Demon Palace was the busiest place at this time, with people coming and going and talking constantly, but everything was in order.

According to custom, the bride and groom cannot live together the night before their wedding, which makes the two people who spend almost the entire day together feel very uncomfortable.

It has been a long time since Chujiu slept in a bed alone.

However, what made her feel even worse was the large piece of translucent red gauze in her hand.

According to the custom of the Demonic Realm, the embroidery on the bride's veil must be embroidered by herself. When she got this news, she simply doubted her life.

There are a thousand horses running back and forth in my heart.

Holy shit! Are you kidding me? You asked her to embroider?

It only takes one night to finish the embroidery! Why not let her go to heaven?

She felt that ascending to heaven was easier than this.

Also, why didn’t you say it earlier!

What’s going on? Is it so difficult for a woman nowadays to get married without some skills?

Which fairy embroiderer spread the rumor that if a bride embroiders her own veil the night before her wedding, she and the groom will be together forever? She must make that fairy embroider until he doubts his life.

But no matter how depressed she was, she still had to embroider the flowers.

Although she had learned it before, she only embroidered a pattern on a headband, not much. Moreover, the pattern on the headband was small and simple, and not very obvious. Even if there were one or two problems with the stitching, they would not be noticeable.

But the veil is different. It is so big and has to be placed on the head. If it is not embroidered well, any small problem will be easily discovered. How can she face people? It is simply a large-scale social death scene.

So the big question now is, how can she embroider this hijab in one night? !

She was crying and mumbling while embroidering. Her mind was in a mess, which made the embroidery even worse.

She was too excited and expectant to sleep before, but now she felt very sleepy when she looked at the red gauze in her hand. Before she knew it, she lay on the table and fell asleep.

"I am not worthy... I am not worthy... oooo... I want to ascend to heaven... I will change it to ascend to heaven..."

"Why... didn't you say so earlier..."

She mumbled something to herself. She felt someone pick her up in a daze, and opened her eyes a little sleepily.

"Xing... Xing... Woo... I'll change it to ascending to the sky... is that ok... ok..."

She was so sleepy that she could only make out the blurry figure of the person holding her. She fell asleep while mumbling.

Mo Xinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard this. She would rather go to heaven than embroider a veil. It seemed that this was really too difficult for her.

After putting the person on the bed and covering her with the quilt, she turned around and looked at the red gauze with messy embroidery.

He sighed helplessly, walked over and picked it up. He rubbed it carefully, curled his lips helplessly, and murmured, "It's so ugly."

She turned her head to look at the person sleeping on the bed and her eyes softened a lot. She turned back to look at the messy embroidery in her hand and sighed again.

……

Chujiu fell asleep at dawn the next day. Before he had slept for long, Xiao Xiao broke in and pulled him out of the quilt.

I was about to complain when I realized what day it was and immediately shut my mouth. My sleepiness was gone and I felt excited and expectant.

Xiao Xiao kept nagging like an old mother who was about to marry off her daughter. Xiang Tingqin came in with her and she also started nagging. Then came Chu Furong.

The three of them were talking one after another, and for a moment even Chujiu, who usually talked the most, was speechless.

Before I could react, three people quickly changed my clothes and took me to the dressing table to do my hair.

During this time, Huahua sneaked in out of curiosity. Although she couldn't help, she asked a lot of questions.

With Xiang Tingqin and the other two in charge, she was too lazy to move and just sat on the chair like a puppet.

In fact, my mind was full of thoughts about what Mo Xinglan was doing now.

Will there be someone to take care of it like her?

But on second thought, the possibility seemed low. After all, he didn't like others touching him.

And just as she thought, after Mo Xinglan got dressed, she sat in front of the dressing table and fixed her hair.

Standing beside him were Fang Hao, Chi Feng and Zhuo Hua.

The three wanted to step forward to help, but they were all frightened by Mo Xinglan's eyes and could only stand there and watch stupidly.

Time passed by in the busyness, and it was almost noon in the blink of an eye.

With the efforts of Xiao Xiao, Xiang Tingqin and Chu Furong, Chujiu was finally dressed up.

The last step was to put the red veil on her head.

Xiao Xiao searched the room and finally found the neatly folded red gauze at the head of the bed. He walked over without much hesitation.

Chujiu was confused at first about what she was looking for, but when she saw the familiar red gauze, her heart skipped a beat.

He quickly stood up: "Xiao Xiao!"

However, when she shouted, it was too late. Xiao Xiao had already held the veil in his hands.

"What's wrong?" She turned around and looked at Chujiu in confusion.

"Well, well..." Chujiu stammered for a long time and couldn't say anything.

What could she say? Was that even possible?

Xiao Xiao frowned and came to her holding the veil.

Xiang Tingqin came over and took the veil with a smile on her face, teasing: "Are you shy at this moment?"

"I guess she's afraid that her embroidery skills are so poor." Xiao Xiao said directly with a sly smile.

Chu Furong added with a smile: "It's quite difficult."

After these words were spoken, everyone in the room was laughing except Chujiu.

"..."

Chujiu's mouth twitched, and he no longer cared.

Because only she knows what the veil looks like now. I'm afraid they won't be able to laugh when they see it.

But then again, did she take off her veil and fold it last night? Why didn't she remember it? Did she seem to see stars in her daze? No way, she just didn't see him for one night, and she dreamed about it?

Just as she was thinking about it, Xiang Tingqin picked up the veil and unfolded it.

A phoenix and a phoenix embroidered with fine gold threads were flying on the red cloth, full of affection and as if they were alive.

All the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked back and forth at Chujiu and Gaitou in disbelief.

Chujiu wasn't much better, she felt like she was dreaming.

How could that be possible? She hadn't finished the embroidery, and the little she had done wasn't as good as this.

Suddenly I thought of something and understood it.

That wasn't a dream, it was real.