After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Chapter 245 Taking shelter from the rain

"Two families united in marriage, a covenant was signed in one hall, a marriage forever sealed, a match made in the same name... From then on, they shared joys and sorrows, endured hardships together, never left each other, and supported each other through life and death."

Lin Chuan solemnly handed the written marriage certificate and the storage bag containing all his assets to Jiang Wanying who was standing beside him.

Jiang Wanying's eyebrows curved, and her eyes sparkled with an attractive light. She gently took the engagement letter and said softly, "I will accept the marriage certificate. Ah Chuan can keep the spiritual stone for himself."

"This is a betrothal gift. If you don't accept it, it means you don't accept me."

Lin Chuan frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and handed the betrothal gift to Jiang Wanying with both hands, his voice low but firm.

"But……"

Jiang Wanying looked hesitant, her beautiful eyes full of confusion.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I still have a lot of spirit stones and other things. I can't spend them all."

Lin Chuan smiled and stuffed the storage bag into Jiang Wanying's palm.

"Then... I'll keep it for Achuan first. If Achuan runs out of spirit stones, you must tell me."

Jiang Wanying's cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were filled with shyness and concern.

"it is good."

Lin Chuan's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes full of smiles.

But for some reason, the scene of giving Baizhi the storage bag at the immortal ruins suddenly emerged in his mind.

"Lin Chuan, ah Lin Chuan, you are such a scumbag! Don't think about anything else in front of Senior Sister!"

……

Since neither of them had elders to take care of the wedding, and Jiang Wanying didn't like the hustle and bustle, she skipped many of the complicated steps of getting married.

Lin Chuan was wearing a bright wedding dress, the exquisite embroidery on the dress sparkled in the sunlight.

He held a red silk ribbon in his hand, and gently tied the other end around the hand of Jiang Wanying, who was wearing a red veil. With light yet solemn steps, the two of them slowly walked to the center of the courtyard.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew, ruffling the hems of their wedding gowns. Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying first reverently faced heaven and earth, slowly bowing and deeply prostrating. Then, they turned toward the old house, their expressions solemn, and bowed again. Finally, facing each other, they solemnly bowed as husband and wife.

After completing this series of rituals, Lin Chuan gently took Jiang Wanying's hand, and the warmth of his palm seemed to convey endless love and promises.

Jiang Wanying nodded slightly, took light steps, and the two of them walked hand in hand slowly into the room full of anticipation and warmth.

In the room, red candles were burning brightly, and the dancing candlelight made the walls glow red, full of beauty and warmth.

The bed was covered with a brand new brocade quilt. On the bright red background was embroidered a pattern of twin lotus flowers and mandarin ducks playing in the water. The stitches were delicate and the quilt looked lifelike.

Jiang Wanying, wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, sat upright on the edge of the bed, her posture dignified and elegant.

The red veil fell, faintly covering her beautiful face, leaving only her small and delicate chin exposed, shining like jade.

She folded her hands and placed them lightly on her knees. Her fingertips trembled unconsciously, revealing her inner nervousness and anticipation at the moment.

"Miss."

Lin Chuan leaned over slightly, carefully pinched a corner of the red veil, and gently lifted it up.

At that moment, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Jiang Wanying's flushed cheeks and affectionate eyes. The shyness and charm between her eyebrows were displayed to Lin Chuan without reservation.

"Hu... husband."

Jiang Wanying opened her red lips slightly, her voice was as soft as silk, but with a hint of affection.

"Be good, come and drink the wedding wine."

Lin Chuan's eyes were full of doting. He gently picked up the wine cup on the table and handed it to Jiang Wanying.

"it is good."

Jiang Wanying nodded, her voice gentle, and her fair hand slowly stretched out, holding another glass of wine.

The two of them slowly approached each other, their arms naturally intertwined, their movements gentle and coordinated.

Shortly after drinking the wedding wine, Jiang Wanying and Lin Chuan sat opposite each other. For some reason, Jiang Wanying, who was usually half a head shorter than Lin Chuan, was now a head taller than Lin Chuan.

Outside the house, although it was not yet spring, the sound of cats' meows filled the entire night.

……

The sky is just beginning to light up.

When Xiao Linchuan finished the last bit of work and was about to take a rest, he was once again invited to his home by the hospitable Xiao Wanying.

"Sister..."

"I want you to always remember..."

There was no choice, Xiao Linchuan had to continue staying as a guest at Xiao Wanying's house. After a while, there was a howling wind and thunder outside.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Xiao Wanying's already damp home was instantly flooded, and Xiao Linchuan was soaked through.

So, Xiao Linchuan left Xiao Wanying behind and ran to a nearby cave to shelter from the rain. However, due to the weather and the fact that he ran too fast, he started vomiting not long after, and the cave was in a mess.

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After the storm, the setting sun, blood-red, slowly sank to the west. The afterglow filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the bed.

Jiang Wanying's eyelashes trembled as she slowly woke up. She subconsciously turned sideways and reached out to feel around, only to find it was icy cold.

"Achuan..."

Jiang Wanying called out subconsciously, but as soon as the voice came out, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

The voice was rough and hoarse, like the braying of a drake, completely different from the usual gentle and sweet voice.

"Senior Sister, are you awake?"

Following the sound, Lin Chuan walked in from outside, holding a steaming porcelain bowl in his hand.

Jiang Wanying nodded silently, a strand of hair falling on her cheek, half covering her expression which was still a little shy and dazed, and the blush on her ears had not completely faded.

"Be good, drink it and your throat will feel better, and it will also restore your strength."

Lin Chuan's eyes were full of doting. He scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew it gently, and brought it to Jiang Wanying's lips.

Jiang Wanying was about to open her mouth, but seemed to have thought of something, and quickly closed it, staring at Lin Chuan's lips with burning eyes.

"..."

Lin Chuan instantly understood what Jiang Wanying meant, smiled helplessly, his eyes full of doting.

"They were all led astray by the master."

He withdrew his hand, took a sip from the edge of the spoon, and then handed it back to Jiang Wanying's lips.

Jiang Wanying smiled and drank the medicine handed to her by Lin Chuan obediently.

After a long time, the bowl of medicine soup was finally empty. Lin Chuan gently placed the bowl on the low table beside him. Then, he leaned forward slightly, looked at Jiang Wanying gently, and asked softly:

"Sister, take a good rest first. I'll go out and see if there's anything delicious and bring it back for you."

After saying that, he raised his hand and gently stroked the loose hair on Jiang Wanying's forehead, his eyes full of pity.

"Together……"

Jiang Wanying's voice was hoarse, and she shook her head gently, grabbing Lin Chuan's arm. Although her throat was better now than before, every time she uttered a syllable, it still felt like sand rubbing against her, and the pain was obvious.

Her eyes were full of attachment and dependence, as if silently saying that she didn't want to be separated from Lin Chuan for a moment.

"Okay! Then Senior Sister, take a rest for a while, and then we'll go out together."

Lin Chuan gently rubbed Jiang Wanying's head, his eyes as gentle as water, and coaxed her softly.

"Ah."

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