[Anti-penetration]

On the nineteenth day of the winter month of the 36th year of the Showa era, it is auspicious, it is appropriate to marry, sacrifice, pray for blessings, and migrate.

In the future, the Son of Heaven will marry, and the whole country will be jubilant, and people will be happily discussing this upcoming grand wedding in the streets and alleys.

In the future, the Son of Heaven will become a martial artist, generous and benevolent, and when he was born, he was born with a vision from heaven.

Now that the future Ming Jun has married a beautiful man of virtue, people look at this wedding as if they have foreseen how prosperous the empire will be in the future.

In front of the palace gate, the future son of heaven waited left and right, as if he had waited for a lifetime before waiting for his sweetheart who was haunted by his dreams.

However, there were two sedan chairs lifted in front of the future Son of Heaven from different directions.

One side of the gongs and drums is noisy, and the scenery of ten miles of red makeup is unlimited.

On the other side, two elderly sedan chair drivers carried the sedan chair alone and trembled.

"Bang-"

The sedan chair with the white mourning curtain smashed heavily in front of the future Mingjun, raising a cloud of dust.

A plain white slender hand lifted the sedan curtain, and the bride, wearing a red wedding dress and a white hijab on her head, walked out of the sedan chair calmly.

The musicians didn't know who played the wrong tune first, and the lively and festive music suddenly became chaotic, and the noisy plainness made people feel angry.

In the crowd of onlookers, there was an instant sound of gasping, and the front of the palace instantly fell silent.

Zhaocheng County Lord, Murong is lifelike.

Once, she was the wife of His Majesty the Son of Heaven to marry him, and now, she is the one he abandoned.

The future Son of Heaven saw her, and the originally sparse smile dissipated in an instant, and it was as cold as ice in an instant.

The future Son of Heaven pursed his lips, his icy gaze swept over the person in front of him, and said coldly: "Could it be that the county lord has forgotten his identity?" ”

Murong took two steps forward without being humble or arrogant, opposite him, and said, "Jun Yiyi, since you have made an appointment and the marriage alliance has been concluded, how can you lose your trust to others?" ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

The marriage between the future Son of Heaven and the Lord of Zhaocheng County is indeed the future Son of Heaven breaking his promise, but His Majesty the Son of Heaven has already issued an edict to remarry the future Son of Heaven, and no one expected that Murong Xuxu would suddenly stand up at this time.

Blatantly disobeying the order of the Son of Heaven, is she crazy?

The future Son of Heaven had a gloomy face, and his heart was full of resentment, and he was too lazy to entangle with her, so he immediately ordered the guards to come and drag people away.

Murong Xuxu put his white hijab through his head and said loudly: "Jun is happy today, the whole world celebrates, although you are ruthless, I can't be unrighteous, and I have prepared a congratulatory gift for you today, don't you plan to take a look?" ”

The future Son of Heaven saw the silver light flashing in her sleeve, listened to her words, thought that she was going to be unfavorable to his wife, and immediately slapped her on the chest.

Murong staggered back two steps, spat out a mouthful of blood, and took out a dagger from his sleeve and held it in his hand.

"Murong is lifelike!"

The face of the future Son of Heaven changed greatly, and he shouted: "Today's lonely wedding, it is not appropriate to see blood, if you leave immediately, you will not be blamed for the past, otherwise you will ......"

"Heh......"

Murong Xuxu looked at the corner of the gorgeous clothes that were a few steps away from her hijab, chuckled, and the hand holding the dagger reversed, and thrust the blade with a cold light into her chest, and the moment she let go, she smiled at the future son of heaven through the hijab: "Jun is very happy today, I came to celebrate, one congratulates Jun on his new marriage, and the second one congratulates Jun...... Lost his wife. ”

The moment her body fell to the ground, the hijab on her head was lifted by the wind, and in a trance, she saw a man in a splendid wedding dress staggering towards her.

"Unexpectedly...... It's you! ”

Along with the disappearance of consciousness was the uncontrollable low sobs of the man's grief to the extreme.