The weather in April is still a little cool, and the overflowing sunlight shines on the endless official road. The woods extending from the official road to the market entrance cast a dense and riddled gap, erratic, blurred, and the breeze

It stirred up a slight coolness, but could not blow away the endless red.

The dazzling scarlet blue silk satin undulates along the street, giving off a hint of girlish feelings, but also a sense of desolation mixed in, which is inexplicable. The red silk passes from the endless official road through the prosperous market, and goes all the way to the most prominent official of the Beihe Dynasty——

The entrance to the official residence where the prime minister lives.

Two imposing stone lions sit on both sides of the tall palace gate. They are clad in red and colorful. Their bright lion eyes seem to have the magical effect of suppressing evil spirits and monsters in the sky. Countless guests are staring at the two majestic lions.

Deterrence!

The red carpet was rolled out all the way to the hopeless end of the Prime Minister's Palace, and red lanterns were hung all the way. Red was everywhere, bright and enchanting, and there was also a slight coldness in it!

Shili Hongzhuang is nothing more than that!

This is the royal family, and it is the supreme honor given by Prince Xian. Such a grand pomp and momentum is really rare to see. Early in the morning, along both sides of the official road to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, congratulations and crowds continued.

Some people lamented, some envied, some despised, some worried, and some even regretted it.

Everyone in the Beihe Dynasty knows that the eldest daughter An Chuyi, the jewel in the eye of the prime minister of the dynasty, is today married to the only but most beloved grandson of the current Long Live Lord, Prince Xian, as the princess. She settles into the family, and from then on she joins the royal family, and her career rises rapidly.

Power, prestige, and even the increasingly vigorous ambition will eventually reach its peak!

However, Prince Xian and An Chuyi, who were childhood sweethearts, were separated for two years because of the damn war. Prince Xian requested an expedition and personally led an army of 300,000 to the outside of the Great Wall.

A tough guy with strong bones and a reputation as the bloody-faced King of Hell.

However, beauty stays alone and time flies by. Prince Xian missed the source of love buried deep in his heart more and more. For two years, they looked at each other in the sky and couldn't see each other. They missed each other. No matter how unbearable it was, they finally broke up after the victory of this battle.

The division headed north and returned to fertile soil.

"Xian, you really didn't tell An Chuyi first that you..." A melodious male voice with a hint of evil charm came out from the gorgeous and speeding carriage, and the golden and luxurious brocade curtains were swept by the passing wind.

He stood up, revealing a pair of slightly raised peach blossom eyes, with a hint of evil light and surprise in the narrow slits of his eyes.

Who would have thought that the bloody-faced King of Hell, who was ruthless and unblinking on the battlefield, would have such childish moments? His teasing words were cut off by a low and cold male voice.

"Tell her I'm fine?" The cold voice carried a hint of unnoticeable joy. The curtains of the gorgeous carriage were slightly opened by a slender jade-like hand, and a ray of sunlight penetrated, reflecting on the man's smile.

His narrowed slender eyes strangely reflected the golden light flowing in them, which was magical and blurry.

"Yes, if An Chuyi knew that you were healthy and not disabled, she would definitely marry you happily. Although she will marry you now, she should be crying now!" The man said evilly.

His voice was obviously filled with schadenfreude, and he leaned lazily against the slightly swaying wall of the car, his eyes flickering.

The slender hand hesitated for a moment, then lowered the curtains, and opened a pair of slightly narrowed starry eyes. The light was sharp and cold, but in the next moment it turned into countless tender feelings, and the voice was almost inaudible: "If she loves me,

Even if I am about to die, she will happily marry me."

"Oh?" Junmei raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a bad tone: "You deliberately made the matter of your injury a big deal and said that you have become permanently disabled. Are you testing her love for you?"

This incident was just an accident. He returned home as fast as he could, left the army, and embarked on the road to her alone. On his way back, he was surrounded and killed by thousands of dead soldiers. No matter how powerful he was in martial arts, no matter how heroic he was, but in the wheel

Despite the tactics, he was finally tired of fighting, covered in scars, and dying. If Huang Ziyuan hadn't arrived in time, he would have returned home.

The eyebrows of the sword were slightly frowned, Beitangxian's eyes were deep, and after a while, his thin lips raised a perfect arc, and he slapped the peach blossom man next to him on the shoulder blade, and said firmly: "Ziyuan, I believe in her!"

Three words, simple and clear, no doubt about it! Their relationship lasted seven years, they were childhood sweethearts. She waited for him for two years, from the young age of 18 to the difficulty of getting married. A simple arc of crossing has in vain delayed a woman's most beautiful life.

Youth is fleeting, but she is willing to have no regrets. Thinking of Beitang is as sweet as drinking honey, and she knows it.

Huang Ziyuan's whole body was shocked. He had never seen such a charming and confident Beitang Xian. That dazzling smile was like a flash in the pan, but it was real. He was shocked in his heart. Just that delicate woman An Chuyi really made him as cunning as a fox.

, Beitang Xian, who is as wise as an old man, is so determined?

Beitangxian, the god in the eyes of all the women in the Quanbei Crane Dynasty, he is perfect, he is handsome, he is like a god and a devil, he is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, he has the most perfect and noble status, talent, appearance and cultivation in the world. He is the most beautiful person in the world.

The man who is most qualified and should be philandering, yet he is guarding a little girl like this. From the age of thirteen to twenty, in seven years, the twenty-three-year-old grandson of the emperor has had only a handful of women.

!

The carriage was speeding along, with only the sound of galloping horse hooves and the creaking of the carriage shafts. Along the way, the mighty wedding procession quickly drew closer to the beautiful lady waiting in the boudoir along the ten-mile red dress promised by Prince Xian himself.

Everything in the Prime Minister's Mansion is bright red, but there is no joyful atmosphere in the bright red. The living room is filled with people shouting and cheering, but at the moment, the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion is depressing, with faint sounds of crying and yelling.

With a bang, a middle-aged man in a blue robe with a dark golden beast on his chest and back violently kicked a fine pear wood chair to pieces. The air pressure in the back hall instantly dropped to the extreme, and even the slight cry could not be heard.

Disappear.

"Who can give me an explanation?" It's not a question, it's a question. The aggressive, low and oppressive voice made everyone in the hall tremble.

The middle-aged man turned around abruptly. His thick eyebrows were gleaming with snow-white on his beardless face. His hair on his temples was also mixed with white frost. His tiger eyes were sharp and menacing. His upright body exuded the aura of a military general. However, this man
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