Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1 The Mountain God Gets Married
The way of incense is ethereal, floating and illusory, and you are my only light and faith.

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In the 15th year of Lin'an, Songzhou, outside Jinling City.

It's early spring, the lake is bright and the water is beautiful, and the scenery is bright.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a fairyland-like ten-mile peach forest, and the path paved with blue bricks twists and turns until the depth of the peach blossoms.

A seven or eight-year-old girl, wearing an ill-fitting red wedding dress, barged in in a panic.

She looked around, only to realize that she had lost her way.

Noisy and hurried footsteps came from behind, accompanied by calling and cursing.

She ran anxiously for another distance, and saw the clouds and fog in front of her gradually deepening, and there was a bamboo house indistinctly.

In front of the bamboo house is a peach blossom tree with three people hugging each other. Under the tree is a half-old green bamboo reclining chair. A young man in a sky-blue straight gown rests on it with one hand resting on his forehead, eyes closed, and a flower table next to him. Serving half a plate of wine with peach petals on it, it looks like a cosy and coquettish gesture.

The little girl looked back at the villagers who were about to chase her, and her eyes rolled.

She walked up to the boy, covered her hipa, tugged on his sleeve, and said in a sweet voice, "Little brother!"

The young man opened his slightly drunken eyes and saw the rouge red auspicious suit, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling, "Could it be that Xiaosheng strayed into the peach forest fairyland after being drunk and provoked the fairies to marry him?"

His voice has the low and hoarse magnetism unique to teenagers, but it also has the mellow and clear quality of Jiangnan scholars, just like mellow peach blossom wine.

The little girl under the hipa curled her lips quietly.

If you are so unprincipled, which fairy wants to marry you?
Thinking about it, she tugged on his sleeve again, "Little brother, come and take off my Xipa, okay?"

"Tsk, it turns out that Xipa is husband and wife. Could it be that the fairy sister has taken me for the truth?" The boy narrowed his peach blossom eyes and sat up lazily, "Alright, let's be a couple of gods and immortals in this mountain. It's a wonderful thing..."

The little girl lowered her eyes, and through the bottom of the hipa, she saw that his outstretched hand was well-articulated and slender like jade, which should be the hand of a scholar.

The thin white fingertips twisted the corner of Xipa, with a bit of laziness and provocation, and slowly peeled it off.

The spring breeze suddenly rises.

Countless peach petals are swirling one after another.

What caught the young man's eyes was a pink and tender apple face with deep dimples, as sweet as cotton candy, which was painful.

However, there is a bit of cunning in those moist deer eyes, which cannot be hidden, like a young fox baby.

The young man shook his folding fan, his thin lips hooked lightly, "I thought she was a fairy sister, but I didn't expect it to be a baby fox..."

You are the baby fox!
The little girl complained, and before she had time to speak, the group of villagers who were chasing her had already come to find her noisily.

They surrounded the peach blossom tree. A sorceress wearing a twisted silver bracelet and rubbing two balls of red rouge on her face came in panting, put her hips on her hips and cursed, "Good job, Su Jiu, look at your honest appearance. We just let you be the daughter-in-law of the mountain god! This is the blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes, how dare you run away?!"

The village head stroked his beard, and said earnestly: "Little boy of the Su family, every two years in our village, we have to help the mountain god to marry a virgin. Ah! For the sake of thousands of people in the village, you must be obedient!"

Su Jiu secretly sneered.

Mountain God getting married?

It's just throwing the bride from the top of the mountain to the cliff, what kind of marriage is this?

(End of this chapter)