"One bows to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall, and the husband and wife bow to each other..."
Feng Shui Jun was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, and next to him was a dashing but graceful woman.
In the hall, Feng Lushan sat with a happy face.
A year ago, Feng Shui Jun finally completed the handover of the Hundred Cities and returned to Dayao.
During that period, his relationship with Chu Quan quickly heated up, and they finally got married today with a grand wedding banquet!
Feng Shuiqing specially wore a persimmon-colored hairpin dress, and her lipstick was painted bright red. She looked very good and overflowing with joy.
Look at the eldest brother wearing silk flowers on his chest and holding Sister Chuquan to receive blessings from everyone. She is happy and smiling.
The eldest brother and Sister Chuquan have finally achieved success! Hahaha! It seems that this year, she has not been a matchmaker in vain!
After the worship service, the guests gathered together to chat and drink happily.
Feng Lushan, Feng Shui Jun, Feng Yun's father and son took turns at the table to toast the guests, while Feng Shui Qing sat in the corner and quietly ate some food.
When her eldest brother got married, she started to work since it was still dark, and she also took some time to feed Yuanchen Mandrill breakfast, lunch and dinner.
So until now, she had only eaten half a piece of pastry, but Chun Zao felt sorry for the young lady and forced it into her mouth.
Now that the ceremony was over, she felt that her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry! Stars were shining in her eyes!
Just as Feng Shui was enjoying his meal, a figure staggered from far to near.
The visitor held a wine glass in his hand, had rough eyebrows and narrow eyes, thick ears and a thick nose, and was ugly in appearance and despicable in nature.
Even though his face was fairly fair, it gave off a strong hint of drunkenness, and his eyes were erratic and blurry.
Without Feng Shuiqing's consent, he sat next to her without permission, and his whole body exuded the disgusting smell of alcohol.
"What a transformation of a woman! Princess Qinghui is getting better and better! I remember the last time I saw you at the state banquet, you were still a young and immature little girl. Now..."
As he spoke, the man's eyes slowly moved from the top of her head to her waist, becoming more and more passionate and obscene, "It adds a bit of femininity! Hahaha... If I remember correctly, Princess Qinghui is now twenty and one?"
"Master Duan, if you want to drink, go to the table next to you. If you pretend to be drunk or crazy, get out."
Feng Shuiqing tilted her head and whispered, continuing to eat without even raising her eyelids.
The person in front of me is Duan Jing, the Minister of Rites, and his father, Duan Boqi, is the second assistant of Dayao.
Although there is only half a level difference between the first auxiliary and the second auxiliary, the power is as insurmountable as a chasm.
She once heard her father mention that Duan Boqi was very deep in the city. On the surface, she was harmonious with him, but behind the scenes, she secretly created many obstacles.
Fortunately, the emperor was wise and wise, so Fenglushan went with him, not wanting to waste time and energy on someone who was not worthy of it.
Therefore, the Feng family and the Duan family have always been at odds with each other.
Presumably, this piece of Jing was just taking advantage of being drunk to vent her anger.
"Ha..." Duan Jing smiled instead of getting angry, with jealousy simmering in his eyes, "Princess Qinghui is indeed very confident! My father is the chief minister of the court, my eldest brother is a first-rank general, and my second brother is the minister of the Ministry of Personnel!
but……"
Duan Jing deliberately reached out and took away the wine bottle from Feng Shui Qing's right front, and his arm happened to block the chopsticks she was using to pick up the food.
"Nowadays, it is said among the people... that Princess Qinghui became a widow at such a young age! Your Highness King Qinglin, eh... why is it such a pity that such a young woman is in her prime... what a pity!"
Duan Jing's words were full of regret, but there was not a trace of pity, instead they were full of ridicule.
"Master Duan is drunk, do you want my subordinates to escort you out?"
A sharp male voice suddenly came from behind, with the emphasis on "send", but a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes wrote "get out".
"Where did you come from? Do you have any say in this?"
Duan Jing put the wine bottle down hard! He stretched his neck and let out a scream! He looked like a bastard who only raised his head.
Hearing the commotion, the father and son of the Feng family who were toasting came over and surrounded Duan Jing in the middle.
Feng Shui Jun hit the wine glass in Duan Jing's hand with the wine glass in his hand! The wine in the glass splashed out, splashing Duan Jing's face.
Feng Shui Jun: "Today the Japanese general is getting married, Duan
Maybe the waiter is not satisfied with the food and wine?"
"Haha, I'm satisfied!" Duan Jing's eyebrows lowered a little, and he bowed down. He raised his glass and drank it down first, "The official is just lecturing the slaves. General Feng's subordinates interrupted the master's speech. The official just then
Say a few words to him."
"Oh?" Feng Shui Jun glanced at Ling Ao, who had a cold face, pinched Duan Jing's wrist, raised it, and poured wine for him personally.
"My general, this subordinate, has always been taciturn. I'm afraid that Shi Lang Duan said something unpleasant. Why don't you repeat it for everyone here to listen, and also ask you to comment on how to deal with Ling Ao! Should he fight or break up?
"
Although Feng Shui Jun was polite, his eyes were like quenched knives, stabbing directly into Duan Jing's heart!
Duan Jing smiled bitterly, and the big palms on his wrists were like iron clamps, squeezing him painfully! He did not dare to say a word.
Those sour words just now were just to vent his inner depression while drunk. He knew very well that the two brothers of the Feng family were both sister slaves, and the head of the family, Feng Lushan, was also a daughter slave!
Even if he has eight hundred nerves, he wouldn't dare to slander Feng Shui Qing in front of them!
Duan Jing could only exchange a few words and quickly ran away with his tail between his legs.
Feng Shuijun didn't even bother to give him any attention from the corner of his eye. Instead, he sat next to his precious sister, held her in his arms, and spoke in a gentle voice that was totally different from just now:
"Qingqing, what did Duan Jing say to make you unhappy? Tell the elder brother! The elder brother must teach him a lesson!"
"No, brother! It's just some drunken talk!" Feng Shui Qingqiao replied obediently with a sweet smile, pushing his back with her hand, "You guys go and make a toast! I'm so hungry! I want to eat more delicious food.
!」
"Okay, then you eat more!" Feng Shui Jun gave his sister some chopsticks and rubbed her hair lovingly before standing up and leaving.
After having enough water and food, Feng Shuiqing secretly picked up a wine bottle, hid in her room, and drank one cup after another without stopping.
Ling Ao stood aside and watched silently, his eyebrows furrowed.
Her face was flushed with drunkenness, her eyes were moist with tears, and the curvature of her lips did not decrease, but became more full.
After three rounds of drinking, she ordered Ling Ao to get some wine again.
Ling Ao took the cup away from her and said worriedly, "Princess, you are drunk."
"I'm not drunk! Also! I've told you many times, don't call me princess! Call me princess! I'm Princess Qinglin!"
At this moment, her face was as red as blood and she couldn't straighten her tongue. She was clearly drunk!
Damn Duan Jing!
Ling Ao clenched his fists and cursed in his heart.
Since two years ago, rumors have been spreading inside and outside the palace.
Speaking of Feng Shui Qing, he guarded a sleeping good-for-nothing prince at such a young age. If the Feng family hadn't been too powerful, he would have been scolded in the spine.
Just now, that mean-mouthed Duan Jing actually told the princess these words!
He really wanted to cut that man into pieces!
Thinking of this, Ling Ao tried his best to suppress the coldness in his eyes, and said with distress and consolation: "Princess, you don't need to take that person's words to heart. I know that His Highness will definitely wake up, so just treat him as a fart."
"I'm not angry! I'm not angry at all!" Feng Shuiqing raised the corners of his mouth, smiling foolishly, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.
Suddenly, two crystal lines flowed out of her drunken eyes and snaked to her chin, "I never paid attention to those rumors! I don't care! I can't hear them! I...I...I just miss him so much...wuwuwu...
My devil..."
"Well..." Ling Ao was heartbroken.
Before, seeing how intimate they were together, he felt happy even though he was bitter.
Because she was smiling, her smile was so bright and bright.
But now...
He has been sleeping for five years, and she has been by his side for five years and will continue to do so.
Even though she pretended to be strong, nothing happened.
Ling Ao also understood how much pain she felt in her heart.
Looking at Feng Shui Qing's swaying and unsteady body, he almost fell to the ground.
Ling Ao spread his arms to protect her side, but did not dare to touch her.
I really want to hug her.
I really want to hold her in my arms.
Ling Ao's heart felt sour, and he cautiously moved forward to explore. Her waterfall hair, her delicate figure... were so close at hand.
Suddenly, the tears on her face shone through the candlelight and pierced into his eyes!
Ling Ao's arms froze, and he stopped moving forward.
That’s all…
He smiled self-deprecatingly.
If you hug her, you are breaking the rules and will scare her.
He can't do that.
"Princess! It's not good!"
Pei Gao screamed and rushed into the house!
He was sweating profusely, panicked, and could not hide his surprise!
Feng Shuiqing turned around in a daze and squinted for a long time before she saw clearly who was standing at the door, "Ah?! What's done?"
"Oh! It's not ready! Princess! Your Highness is missing!!!" This chapter has been completed!