The next day, the morning sun dewed

Beili successively Ling Susu's sacrificial ceremony came as scheduled.

The honor guard of the halo book set off from the Beili Palace, stretched for dozens of miles, and was fixed on both sides of the palace road by the palace people along the way, quietly watching the team from far and near.

Many palace maids recalled the rumors of Ling Susu's death, and saw Feng Wuwu, who was dressed in a vegetarian at the forefront of the honor guard, and secretly wiped away her tears.

On the solemn official road of Kyoto, many people were also dressed in plain colors, spontaneously lowered their eyes, folded their hands, and prayed for the deceased Ling Susu.

Feng Wuwu walked in front of the honor guard of Wuyang, her eyes were cold, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and at first glance, she was quite husband and wife with the domineering and arrogant Jun Mo on her side.

Cold, arrogant, and aggressive.

Beitang Longting's face greeted the light, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Every year at the sacrificial ceremony, the dragon thunder of the North Hall will cry into tears.

This time, he forcibly resisted the urge to cry, after all, today is not only a day for the whole country to mourn Ling Susu, but also a good day for Feng Wuwu to return to the dynasty.

Jun Moran clenched Feng Wuwu's cold hand, and a trace of worry couldn't help but appear in his eyes, "It's all over." ”

Feng Wuwu bowed his head lightly and smiled lightly.

Looking back, she realized that the Jimo Zhiyi standing beside Ao Che was staring at Jun Mo Ran without squinting.

Feng Wuwu raised his eyebrows, and quietly took Jun Moran's arm, as if he was silently swearing sovereignty.

Seeing this, Jimo Zhikite did not feel half distracted, but was even more unscrupulous to send autumn waves to Jun Mo Dye.

"Regent, long time no see, don't come unharmed." Jimo stopped the kite Yingying stepped forward, and Shi Shiran blessed Jun Mo.

Ao Che didn't expect Jimo Zhikite to come out like this, his face suddenly sank, and he was very unhappy.

He followed closely behind Jimo Zhikite and took her into his arms.

Jun Mo's knife-like gaze swept over the smiling Jimo Zhiyu, and then settled on the indignant Ao Che's face, "Mrs. Ling has been staring at this king, so you can't take care of it?" ”

"You!"

Ao Che was angry, he didn't want to go toe-to-toe with Jun Mo in front of the public.

It's just that Jun Moran's remarks really touched his bottom line.

In his heart, the kite is like the moon in the sky, sacrosanct.

Even if she is the world-powerful Jun Mo Ran, she can't be so despised like this.

Jun Moran jokingly said, "If you are reluctant to take care of it, this king will not mind disciplining you for your good life." ”

Jimo Zhiyu looked at Jun Mo Ran in a daze, and for a while he didn't understand the meaning of his words, there was a hint of expectation hidden in his starry eyes, "How does the regent plan to discipline the palace?" ”

"This king does not like to be coveted by others. If you dare to stare at this king again, this king will not mind gouging out your eyes with his own hands. ”

Jun Moran's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion, and cold to the bone.

The reason why he was so disgusted with Jimo Zhiyu's eyes was that he was worried that Feng Wuwu would feel uncomfortable in his heart.

"Regent, don't bully others!"

Ao Che was furious, and couldn't care about it any longer, clenching his fist and slamming it into Jun Moran's handsome cheeks.

Jun Mo Ran did not dodge or dodge, his wide sleeves were light, and he defused Ao Che's fierce attack in a moment.

In the next moment, he drew his sword with his backhand, pointing directly at Ao Che's eyebrows, his voice was suddenly cold, and his domineering aura appeared, "If you are not afraid of death, just come." ”

"Regent, what else would you do but kill innocents?"

Ao Che snorted coldly, and casually pulled out the three-foot long sword at his waist, although it was a defensive posture, the anger around him was enough to cover the sky and the sun, and the sky was scattered.

Beitang Long Ting frowned, and he took a deep look at Ao Che, who was particularly abnormal.

For some reason, he always felt that the current Ao Che was very different from the usual Ao Che who had no distractions, and it was far from it.

However, no matter how you say it, Ao Che is also one of the most outstanding generals in Beili.

Longting Beitang Longting is more inclined to Jun Mo Dye in his heart, and he can't be in front of the people of Beili, favoring one over the other, and openly defending Jun Mo Dyeing.

Just when the situation was stalemate, Beitang Long Ting remembered that there was still a volume of holy decrees in his arms that was warmed by him.

After a while, he relieved his mind and hurriedly glanced at the chief eunuch who was standing beside him.

The chief eunuch understood, respectfully accepted the holy decree handed by Long Ting in the North Hall, and read it aloud with a sharp voice: "Fengtian carrier, my emperor's edict said: Luan Shu is glorious, and Shufan is used to promote the emblem; The elephant clothes are exalted, and the end is held inside. The princess is carefree, talented, sexual and virtuous. It is advisable to show the rank in order to show the order. It is to use Fenger as the princess of Chunxi, and give it a golden book. The badge is full of Mao, and the queen of Yongsui is long. Chin this. ”

Feng Wuwu: "......"

She looked at Beitang Longting with a smile on her face in a daze, and asked softly, "Old man, what will happen if the master disobeys the order?" ”

Beitang Longting spit out a series of words: "Ask for beheading, copy the family, and connect the nine clans." ”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and finally reluctantly accepted the holy decree, "Confused old man, the nine clans of Zhu Ye, isn't it Zhu yourself?" ”

Beitang Long Ting sneered and smiled, "Niu Niu has a hard mouth and a soft heart, Ah Ran has told this king." In your heart, you also care about your father, right? ”

Feng Wuwu originally planned to deny it, but seeing the tears glistening in Beitang Longting's eyes, he had to nod lightly, "Cheap dad is also dad, it's better than nothing." ”

"Niuniu, what is your name this king?"

Beitang Long Ting's heart was moved, and two lines of hot tears erupted.

He didn't expect that in his lifetime, he would still be able to listen to her call "Dad".

Feng Wuwu's ears were slightly red, and he subconsciously avoided the scorching gaze of the dragon in the north hall, stepped onto the altar quickly, and respectfully lit three sticks of incense.

Under the altar, all the people shouted in unison, "Princess Chitose Chitose!" ”

Everyone's faces were full of excitement.

You must know that Feng Wuwu is like a legend in their eyes.

She has been dressed as a man for many years, can be literate and martial, and has made countless contributions to Beili, and women are not allowed to shave their eyebrows.

Now marrying Donglin, it is also with the mission of diplomatic relations between the two countries, which has won a solid and reliable ally for Beili.

Feng Wuwu gently shook off the incense ash in his hand, turned around suddenly, and listened to the praise of the people with a smile.

She stood on the altar, her sharp eyes swept over the silver tooth under the altar, and the smile on her face was even bigger.

In plain life, Jimo Zhikite is always elegant and atmospheric, and people are as light as chrysanthemums.

Today, she is really a little out of shape.

First, it was because Jun Moran couldn't hide his love for Feng Wuwu, which stung her eyes.

Moreover, Feng Wuwu's status as a princess completely provoked the jealousy in her heart.

You must know that before the death of the Empress Dowager Helian, she was the most admired princess of Donglin in the world.

Unexpectedly, after an accident, she became a powerless and white-eyed pheasant princess.