The young master's smile made the black and white holy who were standing on the side wipe their sweat in fear. I wonder what Miss Feng Qi said to the young master privately, and whether she was suing them for flooding Wujing Imperial City. Speaking of which, Feng Qi
Miss and Shang are soon married. This woman shed a few tears, which is enough for the Black and White Holy Evil to suffer. How could they not be surprised?
"Why are you laughing at?" Feng Zhilou was also so terrified by Chu Moshang's laughter.
Chu Moshang's smile gradually subsided and his eyes looked at Feng Zhilou.
"The first time I got married, I left if I had something to do. When you meet everyone, you tell me that I fell into the river and died. I have been a free widow for so long and even wanted to remarry again. This time, you got married, but you have something to leave. You said I
What reason should I find to explain where you are going?" Chu Moshang's tone was a little teasing.
Feng Zhilou didn't expect Chu Moshang to ask this question. He felt embarrassed and didn't know how to answer it for a while. After a long time of hesitation, she pursed her lips and said, "You can also say that I'm dead. As for how I die, I'm
I won't mind."
OK, I felt a little uncomfortable when I was told that I was dead. After Feng Zhilou finished speaking, he looked away, hoping that this would make me look more relaxed.
"How can you have a joke in the Holy Land wedding? I want to find a reason to leave, but I think you'd give up that idea."
Feng Zhilou is easy to enter the holy land, but it is not that easy to leave. There are too many things involved in her identity as a queen of dragons. How could Chu Moshang let her leave easily? After he said indifferently, he grabbed it vigorously.
He took Feng Zhilou's arm and walked towards the end of the primrose lawn.
"Hey, you..."
Feng Zhilou was a little stuttering. She didn't expect Chu Moshang to say that. He gave up that idea. He meant...
Could it be that Zhilou will stay in the holy land for the rest of her life? This is not possible. Feng Zhilou still has a lot of things to deal with, the most important one is that she wants to chase and kill Li Luo, the bitch.
"Chu Moshang, can we discuss it again? You can't be too arbitrary..." Feng Zhilou had to follow Chu Moshang quickly, but his steps were getting faster and faster, as if he seemed to be
I don't want to communicate with Zhilou this issue.
Several times, Feng Zhilou almost stepped on the corner of her skirt, but Chu Moshang still had no intention of slowing down.
"Young Master, everything about the wedding is ready. Longfu and the elders are waiting in the hall." A maid came up and reported softly.
Chu Moshang responded and quickly walked towards Zhenwu Hall.
In the Zhenwu Hall, Longfu and the elders were waiting anxiously. They hoped that the wedding would be a tribute immediately, and then went to the temple to open the Dragon God Crystal, so that Shang could successfully ascend to the position of Dragon Emperor. This was the case in which he had been hanging in the holy land.
The big thing is settled.
Feng Zhilou's hand was held tightly and followed Chu Moshang mechanically. While she walked, she looked around. Today's holy land really had a festive atmosphere. Flowers were everywhere, singing and dancing, and she passed by her feet.
Wherever the grass is green, the wild flowers are fragrant, and the faint fragrance sways, surrounding her layer by layer.
The red carpet along the way leads to the main hall of the holy land. The tall and huge Zhenwu gate is painted with thick dark red and stands majestic.
During this period of the journey, Chu Moshang just held her hand and said nothing more, which made this festive atmosphere more serious and restrained. Perhaps he also had a burden in his heart, but this burden was
What, Zhilou couldn't know.
At the entrance of the hall, there were maids standing on both sides of the night pearl tray. They looked up one by one and looked at them, with a complex expression in their respect, and could marry the best man in the holy land, Feng Zhilou won the victory.
While the maids of the Holy Land admired each other, they caused some silent jealousy.
"Is this the saint?" a handmaid asked in a low voice.
"Yes, the Seventh Miss in Fengjiazhuang is actually a hidden saint. It's really surprising."
"It's not fake again, is it?"
Such a whisper, even if the sound was extremely small, was heard into Feng Zhilou's ears. She raised her eyes and the little maid immediately closed her mouth and lowered her eyes.
When Zhilou was a little stunned, Chu Moshang pulled her vigorously and walked into the Zhenwu Hall with his foot.
After entering the hall, Zhilou looked up and instantly, she was shocked by the vastness and grand momentum in the hall. She always thought that the buildings of the imperial city were the best in the world today, but when she stood here, she realized that those were just
It's just mediocre. Even in modern times, there is no such building. This is the magic of the legendary holy land.
"Are you Fengzhilou?" An old man's voice came from a high place above the hall.
Zhilou looked up and found an old man sitting on it, with a pair of divine eyes shot out, looking at her, with thoughts and praise in her eyes, and her expression looked amiable.
"Father Long, she is Feng Zhilou." Before Zhilou could speak, Chu Moshang pulled her forward and introduced her to the old man.
"Well, it's true that the temperament is extraordinary."
Long's father nodded. When he saw Feng Zhilou, he realized why Shang liked this woman. This woman had a unique temperament that was different from ordinary people from head to toe, and her eyes were clear and clear, unlike the false saint who came before.
The girl Liluo is so complicated and difficult to solve.
"Zhilou, I've met Longfu." Chu Moshang reminded Feng Zhilou that even if she had any displeasure, she would still follow the rules of the holy land.
Long's father should be Chu Moshang's father. Feng Zhilou knew that she could not be rude now, so she hurriedly bowed and looked very respectful.
"I've seen it in Feng Zhilou..."
Feng Zhilou hesitated for a moment and said, "I have met senior."
senior?
A "sen" made Long Father suddenly laugh. He thought Feng Zhilou would call him Long Father for granted and take the opportunity to bring her closer to the holy land. Unexpectedly, Miss Fengqi said this.
The little girl really has no interest in the position of Queen Dragon, but the more she does this, the more Long's father appreciates Feng Zhilou's character. It is rare for a woman who has no greed for status and money.
After hearing the title of Feng Zhilou, Chu Moshang frowned slightly, and the other elders were also surprised. For a moment, all his eyes looked at Feng Zhilou, but Long's father rescued the situation in time.
"This senior is so good. The Saint of Zhenwu is really very thoughtful, but... after this wedding, you still have to call me Longfu, haha." He squinted his eyes and smiled.
Feng Zhilou was embarrassed by the old man's open-mindedness. She was shy and turned her eyes and looked at Chu Moshang secretly. He happened to see him too. Zhilou hurriedly avoided his gaze awkwardly and lowered his head.
When he hangs down, his face becomes hot and hot.
"Today is my last day to take charge of the overall situation. After Shang ascended the throne of Dragon Emperor, I will automatically give up all rights and live my life. The elders don't have to work so hard."
"Yes, the Dragon Emperor has the help of the Dragon God, and the wise and divine martial arts, so there is no need to worry about anything." Some old men with crane hair on the seat expressed their opinions, with smiles on their facial features.
"The auspicious time is coming, and the wedding ceremony begins!" In the hall, the etiquette envoy shouted out loudly.