Chapter 2: White Waste Martial Spirit
Yun Chengcheng never thought that his marriage would be arranged like this.
She didn't think about getting married.
One is that she is only 15 years old, and she is still young.
The second is that in the country of Jiyu, if a woman's awakened martial soul is very bad, whether she is from an official family or not, she will be despised, and no man will take a fancy to her.
The boys and girls of the Feather Country, when they are ten years old, will perform the martial soul awakening ceremony.
According to the grade, martial spirits are divided into five types: white, green, blue, purple, and orange.
The white martial soul is the lowest, which is equivalent to nothing.
The orange martial soul is the most noble, and there is no such genius in the country, and the highest is the purple martial soul, no more than three people.
At the beginning of Cloud Fall City, what awakened was the white waste martial soul, and it was the worst in white, not even a shape, not a curse soul, not a combat weapon soul, a beast soul, not even an auxiliary system, it was just a white thing, very bleak.
At that time, I was really ridiculed to death.
The Yun family also gave up on her decisively at the first time.
Directly from the treatment of the young lady, downgraded to the treatment of the maid, the moon silver is also pitiful, and the cultivation resources or something, then don't even think about it.
"Sister Qing."
Yun Chengcheng pursed his lips, his long eyelashes flashing slightly, "I'm afraid this is inappropriate." ”
"What's wrong?"
Yun Qing'er raised her eyebrows, her expression was unruly, she was very dissatisfied, and said in a commanding tone, "If I let you go, you have to go!" Why, just because you're just a maid, you still want to rebel against me! ”
Yun Chengcheng frowned: "If you are recognized by King Mo......"
Yun Qing'er's personality, she knows it best, she is willful and reckless, she never cares about other people's feelings, and she vows not to give up until she achieves her goal.
"Impossible! King Mo's body has festered into a skeleton, and he can't wake up! ”
"What if?"
"No whatever!" Yun Qing'er was categorical, and said in an arrogant tone, "If you don't go, I'll immediately send someone to throw your sick brother out of the door to feed the dog!" ”
In the end, it has become a vicious threat.
Yun Chengcheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and under the long sleeves, a pair of fists couldn't help but clench, his knuckles turned white, and his flawless face was like frost: "Got it, I'll go." ”
In this world, nothing can make her bow her head.
Except for his brother's life.
Yun Qing'er smiled proudly, and the curvature of the corners of her lips was mixed with viciousness: "Wouldn't it be good to be obedient earlier?" Don't worry, as long as you are the princess of Mowangfu for one day, I will ensure that your brother will have no worries about food and clothing in Yunfu for one day. If you behave well, I will be merciful enough to get two more pairs of medicine for your brother. ”
Yun Chengcheng said expressionlessly: "Remember your words." ”
She agreed.
Isn't it just getting married?
It doesn't matter who you marry, it doesn't matter if you marry the living or the dead.
It doesn't make a difference whether you marry a princess or a widow.
As for the ink king, it doesn't matter if he is really ugly, whether he is festering all over, whether he is as terrifying as the rumors.
"Alright, go get dressed and change into your wedding dress." Yun Qing'er clasped her hands in front of her chest, thinking that she had already escaped from the fire pit, she was in a surprisingly good mood, "The action is sharp, the auspicious time is coming." ”
She won't find a maid to serve Yun Chengcheng to make up.
She thinks that Cloud Allure is just a maid and doesn't need to be served.
After a cup of tea.
The cloud falls into the city without powder, the face is like a flawless jade, the skin is like a soft snow, the eyes are like an iceberg, and the lips are like a charming vermilion. She was dressed in a smoke-satin moire four-happiness dress, wearing a phoenix crown of night dust pearls, hanging down a pearl curtain, and stepping on pearl silver silk shoes. The waist is like a thin willow branch, unbearable to hold, and there is a red tassel hanging on the waist; The close-fitting fabric outlines the perfect breast shape, and she has an excellent figure, which does not match the overly cold face, but looks like an ascetic ice and snow fairy.