ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Crimson and blinding.

The whole Phoenix Gate of the Holy Capital is full of red brocade, and the places where the sedan chair passes all the way are woven with ribbons, which are fiery and dazzling.

Xinglian lifted the sedan curtain, took off the cover on his head, and glanced at the empty official road.

The imperial city is in front of you, and the gates are still wide open.

But a man dressed in white in the imperial city unleashed a world-destroying coercion all over his body.

The drums were silent, the gongs were forbidden, and the look of the send-off team behind him was ...... Xing Lian stroked his forehead silently, it seemed that the small section of the road in front of the Imperial City was completely under pressure.

Where there is still half a festive color on everyone's face, it is simply pressed to almost white.

Is the man above going to ruin her wedding?

In front of the imperial gate, the sedan chair is like being pressed by a boulder, and the sedan chair drivers can no longer lift the sedan chair no matter how much strength they make, so they can only look at the woman in the sedan chair with a bitter face.

"Qiao Xinglian." The man in the imperial city was dressed in white like snow, falling from top to top like a god, and then slowly approached the sedan chair.

The hoarse voice seemed to be cut apart, revealing suppressed despair.

Xinglian's fingertips trembled slightly, and a little unbearable welled up in his clear eyes, and in the next second, he came to his senses again.

As soon as the hand holding the sedan curtain was forced, she stood up with strength, raised her eyes and looked at the approaching man with a smile.

The eyes are like spring water, and the stunning face is decorated for the first time with charm and seductiveness.

One was dressed in white, clean and not stained with a trace of dust.

One is crimson, dazzling and stunning.

The well-dressed woman's skin was like condensed fat, and she could break it by blowing, and her red lips opened gently, but she laughed first without making a sound, "King Jing, you said that you wouldn't force me." ”

This is what he said to Wuji when he was in Fenglin Town, he said that no matter who she chooses, he will not force her.

I heard the corner of the wall that day, although neither of them said it directly, but they both knew it in their hearts.

"I did say that." Si Jingyan's face was calm, but there was a storm in his eyes, "But since you don't love me, what is the promise before?" ”

"Promise?" As if thinking of something, she covered her mouth and smiled, covering the bitterness at the corners of her lips, "Naturally, I want to see what it looks like after being played with on the first day." ”

As soon as these words came out, several people carrying sedan chairs on the side took a step back, and the expressions on their faces were shocked and terrifying.

This is incredible, who dares to speak to the dignified prince like this, around this girl will become King Ling's concubine, but after all, it hasn't been done yet, isn't it?

Si Jingyan's expression was still faint, but his eyes kept falling on her, "Qiao Xinglian, just your words are enough for me to kill you." ”

"You're not going to kill me." Xing Lianjiao laughed, got out of the sedan chair, and slowly walked to his side, "You will definitely not kill me." ”

"How so?" There was a faint mockery in the calm voice like water, and as soon as she raised her eyes, the gold lacquer painting wall behind her, the luxurious and extravagant sedan chair exploded and turned into debris in the sky.

Xinglian stood quietly in front of the flying debris, the smile on his face still bewitching.

The flying debris, the two outstanding figures, one white and one red, stood so close, but they were close to the end of the world.

The sedan chair driver who was shaken away by the force several meters away rolled up his sleeves to cover the churning dust, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

The sedan chair is gone, and the auspicious time to enter the palace is about to arrive...... But who dares to speak up now? The end of the mouth is undoubtedly one word - death.