Chu Moshang's hand was still holding in the air, looking at Fengzhilou with his eyes. If someone else had a distance and couldn't see clearly, he did not miss any tiny details. The feather crown was transformed, and the feather disappeared, and it turned into
The golden phoenix hairpin is one on the left and right, with golden pendants dotted with tall clouds. This is not the hairstyle of the dragon queen, what else can it be?
Chu Moshang looked at the woman in front of him. The dragon queen's hairstyle and her face were so well matched, just right, accompanied by a red battle robe, showing her heroic and handsome look in a feminine manner.
His handsome eyes narrowed slightly in an instant, and a deep light burst out from it. He remained calm and thoughtful, why did the Yuguan change so much? It seemed like he was alive.
All kinds of doubts, various eyes, and those who know the dragon queen's hairstyle were shocked.
Princess Li Luo dreamed of becoming the Dragon Queen. How many times did she combed this hairstyle secretly in private? How could she not recognize it? Every day she imagined her wedding day, wearing the real phoenix head of the holy land
Chai, a blond crown, was walking in the holy land, but now... the phoenix-headed Chai and a blond crown were actually on Feng Zhilou's head?
This hairpin, this crown is unique. Feng Zhilou is worn. What should Princess Luo wear when she was married?
"Fake it, you did it on purpose, how could it be this hairstyle! Feng Zhilou!"
Princess Li Luo stood up angrily, and her silver clothes were shaking violently because of anger. This bitch, if she kills her, she will not die, if she poisons her, she will not die, and she will not be able to hide from her, and now she will comb her hair and stand on her own.
In front of you, who is the saint of Zhenwu? Who is the future queen of dragons? Is the little country woman getting too far?
Almost embarrassed and annoyed, Princess Li Luo raised her hand and went to pick the feather crown on Feng Zhilou's head. Something even more strange happened. The phoenix beak of the phoenix hairpin suddenly opened and pecked at Princess Li Luo's finger.
"Ah, my hand!"
Princess Li Luo's white and slender fingers were all pecked, and blood flowed in tears and shriveled back. In an instant, the phoenix beak stopped moving, its head was high and extremely arrogant.
"Princess……"
Seeing that the princess was injured, the two palace maids rushed up and bandaged Princess Li Luo's fingers.
Li Luo was in pain, and his reserved elegance finally collapsed. She angrily questioned Feng Zhilou.
"You bitch, what qualifications do you have to comb the dragon queen's hairstyle?"
Bitch? The dignified Princess Li Luo has always been elegant and even shouted "Bitch?"
After she was so embarrassed and cursed that she was not in line with her identity, many eyes were shocked. It seemed that no one had seen the princess' expression and tone like this? It would be strange if she was not shocked.
Princess Li Luo knew that she was wrong, so she hurriedly brushed her face with her sleeves, so that she could not see her face. At this time, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.
Feng Zhilou didn't know that the feather crown on his head had changed, and he didn't know why Princess Li Luo suddenly took action to take off the feather crown on his head, and injured her hand. She saw blood, but this bitch made Feng Zhilou mess with her
It's hot.
Zhilou was poisoned by this princess and endured humiliation, just to avoid making trouble today and not embarrassing the imperial city. But Princess Li Luo did not repent and even humiliated her so much. If she could endure it, she would not be Feng.
It's Zhilou.
"Do you dare to say something?" Feng Zhilou clenched his fists and raised them high. Now her physical strength is gradually recovering, and she will make Princess Li Luo feel bruised and swollen, without any problem.
Princess Li Luo's face was gray. At this time, she was not afraid of Feng Zhilou. With just one word from the princess, she could mobilize the entire imperial guards. And with so many ministers here, who would let Miss Fengqi do it?
, but she was also considering one thing: the saint of Zhenwu is sacred and inviolable, but at the same time, she would not be as ignorant as she had just now, and would be like a bitch.
In any case, Li Luo had to restrain himself, suppress his anger and not let others get the blame.
"I have a headache...I don't know what to say, my head hurts."
Is it a headache? Feng Zhilou knew that Princess Li Luo was so ruthless that she was perfunctory and vague.
Sure enough, Princess Li Luo looked discomfort and was about to faint. She fell down weakly, and her eyes secretly looked at Feng Zhilou, a little sorry, a little delicate, so charming.
Feng Zhilou gritted his teeth and couldn't hit him anymore. He gestured his fists for a moment, but finally let it go in anger and took a step back coldly.
Princess Li Luo asked the palace maid to fan her and drink water. After a long time, she waved her hand and drove the palace maid away, and maintained an elegant sitting posture. This concentration is absolutely unique. Could it be that Pangu's descendants are so burying them.
The dangerous opportunity is hidden.
The right and wrong should not be kept for a long time.
Feng Zhilou looked up at Chu Moshang, and found that there was still doubt in his eyes, his eyes were unpredictable. Zhilou couldn't figure out what was going on. Chu Moshang has always been calm and calm, but why is he a little bit now
Loss of composure?
Isn’t it just a crown ceremony? It’s fine to wear a feathered crown, but still stand here, waiting to make a fool of yourself?
"Have you put it on?" Feng Zhilou asked in a low voice.
But Chu Moshang did not respond to her, and it seemed that he had not heard of her culture. Did Chu Moshang get evil? At the critical moment, why did he get so stroll?
Chu Moshang didn't say anything, and Feng Zhilou didn't dare to leave, until she saw Chu Moshang's hands slowly sag down, and it should have been completed.
Finally breathing a sigh of relief, Feng Zhilou turned around, took a step, and walked back.
But as soon as she took a step, her arm was firmly grabbed by someone.
Zhilou turned around in panic and found that it was Chu Moshang who held her arm? How could he do this in such an occasion? Do you want the entire Wu Kyoto to know about his relationship with her? Let everyone know clearly, Feng Qi
The lady’s husband was not dead at all, but this young master named Shang?
He is the young master of the Holy Land and the future Dragon Emperor. How could he do such a rash and reckless behavior?
"Wear the feather crown, put it on, Chu... Young Master, let go..."
Feng Zhilou whispered to remind Chu Moshang that this was the God of War Hall and his fiancée was still sitting aside. Even if he had any questions, he should solve it privately.
Chu Moshang's big hand still firmly held her wrist. She struggled hard for a moment, but she didn't break free. What kind of style is this?
"I need a reasonable explanation of your identity." Chu Moshang finally spoke. His voice was frozen and firm, as if Zhilou couldn't tell me why, so don't want him to let her go.
"What is the identity and what is the explanation?"
Feng Zhilou was anxious. He didn’t know who she was? He had become a kiss and had entered the bridal chamber. What other secrets did he not know about him?
"Your God of War Feather Crown..."
Chu Moshang looked at Zhilou's head. Although he had said half of the words, Feng Zhilou finally understood that it was all because of this feather crown.