Feng Muching opened her eyes drowsily, and the small space was filled with fiery red.
what's the situation?!
Didn't I just take a nap, but when I opened my eyes, I became a bride in a wedding dress?
Feng Muqing was ashamed.
She, a majestic god and a ten thousand-year-old iron tree, actually wore a wedding dress for the first time.
Feng Muqing woke up instantly, stood up suddenly but felt dizzy, and sat back down again.
Her head was aching and confused. She shook her head and put her hand on her forehead to gradually clear her thoughts.
Well--
The corners of Feng Muqing's mouth twitched.
Unexpectedly, it took her several weeks to finally get over it. The thunderbolt as thick as a bowl did not kill her, but she fell asleep in a sleep.
Outrageous!
How outrageous!
The owner of this body is also named Feng Muqing, the legitimate daughter of Feng Tianling, the prime minister of the Beiyi Kingdom. She was born with a strange phenomenon, and the entire Kyoto was thundered and lightninged.
His mother, Lan Jingrou, died in childbirth. In grief, his father sent Feng Muching, who was not yet one month old, to Beiyuan, the most remote part of the Prime Minister's Mansion, with only one maid to serve him.
The servants in the mansion took advantage of the situation and treated him harshly for fifteen years.
The original person also had a great destiny, and he grew up even though he was left to fend for himself.
Feng Muqing let out a long breath and opened the sedan curtain. What he saw was an extremely quiet forest, with not a single person in sight.
Didn't she marry into the Prince Regent's palace by decree?
Why are you in a deserted forest?
And the people carrying the sedan chair are nowhere to be seen?
Feng Muching's mind was filled with questions, but no one could answer them for her.
Suddenly, a murderous aura came towards her. Feng Muqing's heart tightened and she ducked sideways.
Bang!
A big tree fell straight to the ground behind him.
Feng Muching took a deep breath and her eyelids twitched.
God was really kind to her. Not only did she wear a wedding dress, she was also attacked.
A group of men in black stood facing each other with knives, and the warm sunlight shone on the blades, emitting a dazzling cold light.
Both parties looked at each other, and Feng Muching's fingers quietly moved under her sleeves, and the wind passed by, making no sound.
what happened?!
Why is the spell useless?
Feng Muqing smiled bitterly, thinking that the youngest god in her divine world would one day become a piece of meat on the chopping board.
"kill!"
The man in black shouted loudly, and everyone rushed towards Feng Muqing with knives in hand.
Feng Muqing's heart sank, she quickly pulled out the hairpin from her head and inserted it into her body a few times. She suddenly felt light and felt warm in her dantian.
The sharp blade cut down, Feng Muqing's sharp eyes and quick hands turned forward and pinched the man in black's wrist, broke it with force, and instantly snatched the knife from the man in black's hand after letting go.
The man in black was stunned and stared at his right hand.
Don't you mean a piece of trash?
Who's good-for-nothing can snatch his knife away?
The man in black recovered his senses within a moment, shouted angrily and charged over again with a knife raised.
Clang! Clang!
The collision of swords in the silent forest was particularly harsh, and the sparks from the weapons occasionally made Feng Muqing look solemn.
In the chaos, everyone's figures were intertwined, and every move was deadly.
The knife in his hand was stained with countless blood, and a dazzling red was like a flying butterfly, blooming gorgeous flowers in the pure black.
There was blood flowing profusely at the feet, and the black-clothed corpse fell to pieces. Feng Muching looked cold and stared at the man in black with sharp eyes.
There were not many men in black left who were fighting. They looked at the woman in front of them in fear. They were horrified and wanted to retreat. They tried to use their strength to evacuate.
Ah!
Seeing the man in black's intention to retreat, Feng Muching sneered.
Anyone who dares to think about her life can only go to the Lord of Hell for tea!
Seeing an opening, Feng Muqing jumped up and kicked. The two men in black covered their chests and fell to the ground. The knife in their hands was pointed directly at their faces.
"Who sent you?"
"Take people's money to eliminate disasters for them."
"Tell me who is behind it and spare your lives."
The man in black was silent.
Feng Muqing's eyes narrowed, and with a casual slash of the knife in his hand, the two men in black stared wide-eyed and suddenly fell to the ground.
A burst of bright red followed the blade of the knife and flowed down the river, dripping on the withered grass and disappearing.
Leng Ran glanced at the corpse on the ground, Feng Muching dropped the knife and walked back following the ruts.
Fortunately, on the way to becoming a god, she studied diligently, and dabbled in martial arts, medical skills, poison skills... almost all aspects.
Otherwise, in the situation just now, I am afraid that I would have become a dead soul by the sword.
Even if she can't use her divine power, she can still stand out from the crowd!
After walking and stopping for a long time, she finally saw the official road. Feng Muching felt happy, but looking at the endless road, she was troubled.
How long will it take before I can enter the city?
The original person has never left the Prime Minister's Palace, and he may be getting further and further away from Kyoto as he walks.
Feng Muqing sighed helplessly.
It was really a lot of hardships.
Just when she didn't know what to do, the sound of a car came from behind.
Feng Muching raised her brows, raised the corners of her mouth, and stepped forward to stop the carriage.
"What happened?"
Feng Muching's whole body trembled when the gentle voice like clear water sounded.
"Sir, a young lady is stopping the car." The young man driving the car looked at the woman in wedding dress in front of him without words.
Meeting the boy's gaze, Feng Muching didn't know why.
Within a moment, slender white fingers opened the curtain, and immediately, a jade-like face came into view.
hiss--
Feng Muching took a deep breath and stared blankly at the man in the car.
A pair of loving eyes under his sword-shaped brows are like spring water that refreshes the heart. The thin lips under the high bridge of his nose are very delicate. The ice-blue brocade clothes make him even more gentle and jade-like.
A man on the road is like jade, a gentleman is like no other in the world, nothing more than this.
Seeing the person in front of him in a daze, Yu Qingfeng curled his lips and smiled.
Suddenly, Feng Muching's mind exploded, and she suddenly felt like she was being enveloped by a gust of warm wind.
What a gentle and elegant young man.
Feng Muqing boasts that she has seen many beautiful men, but this handsome young man is the only one who is so eye-catching as the one in front of her.
"Why did the girl stop the car?"
Feng Muching came back to her senses in an instant, withdrew her gaze, and her face felt a little hot.
"I'm going to Kyoto, please give me a ride."
"If the girl doesn't give up, then get in the car."
"Thank you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Muching used the strength of the carriage frame to jump up and got into the carriage.
Seeing this, the boy was astonished.
This is the first time that the master is close to a woman.
"Let's go."
Yu Qingfeng gave an order in the car, and the boy immediately came back to his senses and started driving the car conscientiously.
After Feng Muqing got into the car, she sat opposite Yu Qingfeng. A flash of surprise flashed through her eyes, and then she no longer had the same look as when they first met.
Looking at her clear eyes, Yu Qingfeng felt very interesting.
What kind of person can undergo such a change in just a moment?
"I'm Yu Qingfeng, what do you call this girl?" Yu Qingfeng spoke first to break the silence in the car.
"Feng Muqing."
Feng Muqing?!
Is it the Feng Muqing he knows?
Yu Qingfeng looked at it intently and nodded slightly.
She was indeed the Feng Muqing he knew, the unpopular legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace.
Isn't today her and the regent's big day?
Why are you alone in this wilderness?
Meeting Yu Qingfeng's gaze, Feng Muqing frowned slightly, "Master Yu, do you know me?"
"I've heard a little bit about it."
Feng Muching looked confused. This chapter has been completed!