Di Shiyin's eyes flashed slightly, and he tightened his palms to hold her little hand. With a little force, her body fell into his arms. ['In the nose was the unique cold fragrance of his body, familiar and yet...
Warmth, Feng Qingyu's heart seemed to be filled with warmth. She stretched out her arms and hugged his waist, and called out in a low voice: "Master..." For some reason, she suddenly felt the urge to cry.
Di Shiyin lowered his eyes and looked at the blushing little face in his arms, his eyebrows stretched out like a landscape painting, he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips: "Qingyu, let's go home." He hugged her.
He strode towards the door.
Looking at the two people who were inseparable, Xi Niang in the room and the eight elders of the Feng clan who followed later breathed out a sigh of relief. Such two people are a match made in heaven.
Outside is a float pulled by eight unicorn beasts. The float is brilliant, with orbs shining on it. On the top of the float are carved a nine-tailed snow fox and a colorful phoenix. The carving is exquisite and lifelike. At first glance, it looks like
It's like being alive.
Di Shiyin carried Feng Qingyu into the car. The car was full of beauty and the space was quite large. The two of them did not feel cramped at all while sitting in it.[
Feng Qingyu looked at Di Shiyin who put her down and sat down next to her. Di Shiyin was also looking at her with a pair of smoky eyes. Their eyes met. Feng Qingyu's heart jumped again and she paused.
After a pause, he finally said: "Master"
Di Shiyin put his arms around her slender waist, and his smile was like a burning peach blossom, blooming in the wind: "Good boy, it's time to call me husband."
Feng Qingyu pursed her lips, half-smiling, "I still like to call you master." After all, she had been calling him this title for hundreds of years.
"What about Master Langjun?" Di Shiyin smiled and provided a step-back answer.
The veins on Feng Qingyu's forehead jumped slightly. This name seemed a bit weird.
However, this was not the issue she was struggling with now. The music started playing again outside, the car swayed slightly, and it started to move forward.
But Di Shiyin was still sitting beside her slowly, showing no intention of getting up.
"Is it time for you to go out?" According to the rules, shouldn't he be riding a horse and walking in front of the sedan? How could he be squeezed into the same wedding car with her?
Di Shiyin retracted his arms and rested her head on his shoulder, smiling gracefully: "What are you doing out there? Didn't you say that in your era, the groom and the bride were in a wedding car?"
Feng Qingyu: "..." It turned out that he had remembered everything she had said originally. That's why he rode in the same car with her this time.
The experience of riding together in this car was quite good. Feng Qingyu said nothing more and nestled comfortably in his arms, looking out through the clear crystal bead curtain.
Flags were flying in front, and two rows of disciples from the Purple Lotus Sect dressed in wedding clothes were leading the way. Flower petals in the sky were flying like a tide, like a dream. Suddenly, Feng Qingyu's eyes froze! He opened his eyes wide in disbelief!
In the air at the front, a man in red clothes and silver hair sits on top of a colorful unicorn, with an antique piano on his lap. The sound of the piano flows like the ocean tide. With the rain of flowers all over the sky, it is indescribable harmony and dazzling.
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What surprised Feng Qingyu was not Huayu or the sound of the piano, but the person playing the piano. A person she never expected, Feng Xiaoxun!