Everyone in Longxi knows that the national teacher Yan Ying is now a popular person around the emperor, although there are many people who are dissatisfied with the emperor's favor of Yan Ying, but the national teacher does not fall out of favor for a day, and others have no problem with him.

Yan Ying turned a blind eye to all kinds of jealous and contemptuous gazes, walked straight to Emperor Long Xi, bent over and saluted, and smiled like a spring breeze:

"Your Majesty, the festival is about to begin."

"Yan Qing, I'll leave everything to you." Emperor Longxi Shen Chong glanced at him and said in a solemn voice.

"Yes." Yan Ying responded with a smile, retreated, turned around, and walked down the original road to the bottom of the castle tower, and when he passed in front of a group of generals, he clearly heard someone in the crowd yelling at him "Bah".

Yan Ying stopped, looked over with a smile, and sat in the corner by the wall, a middle-aged man with a leopard head and ringed eyes was glaring at him viciously in heavy armor, this person is Mu Ye, the general of Long Xiguo, one of the three generals and six generals, upright, short-tempered, and meritorious, but unfortunately there is only one daughter, and there is no successor.

"Father." He grabbed Mu Ye's arm and whispered to stop him, and it was his daughter who wanted to continue to speak ill.

Mu Hanjun's eyebrows are trimmed, her contours are clear, and she is not beautiful, but the heroism between her eyebrows that is not lost to a man makes her look very different. She is nineteen years old, and she has no family, mainly because her father is picky and irritable, and she herself is not in a hurry, and she has been delayed until now.

Mu Han's eyes when she looked at Yan Ying were as full of disgust as her father, but she didn't want her father to cause trouble in front of the emperor.

Yan Ying was dissatisfied with the disgust of the Mu family's father and daughter for him, and took a step and walked down the city tower.

"Shameless traitor! Pretending to be a ghost! Mu Ye scolded viciously.

"Father! This is in front of the emperor! Mu Han lowered his voice and glanced in Shen Chong's direction, but fortunately they were far away and the important people didn't hear it.

Mu Ye glanced at her, and then at Shen Chong, who seemed to be full of expectations for the festival, angry and helpless, and exhaled heavily from his nose.

Yan Ying walked to the prayer platform, and the people began to commotion, and many people bowed in his direction, hoping to receive mercy from the gods.

Yan Ying's pale rose-colored lips smiled, the waiter stepped forward respectfully, and whispered that the auspicious time had come, Yan Ying turned around, the purple robe drew a gorgeous arc in the wind, he calmly walked up to the prayer platform, stood in front of the altar, and just picked up the prayer on the altar with both hands.

The sound of horses' hooves was deafening, interrupting the solemn atmosphere and startling everyone present. Two fast horses, from far and near, stepped through the ice and snow, and stopped sharply in front of the city wall, and one of them turned over and dismounted, and galloped towards the castle tower.

The city guards recognized that person was Fu Heng, the personal guard of His Royal Highness King Rong, and knew that there must be something urgent, so they didn't dare to stop him.

Yan Ying didn't have the energy to care about Fu Heng who suddenly broke into the destruction of the festival, his mind was filled with the sound that came after, "sand bell", "sand bell", the pleasant and strange sound of the bell seemed to float from far away, but it was extremely clear when it came to the ears, it was a voice that Yan Ying felt extremely familiar, in an instant he retracted his breath, clenched his heart, and the pale fingertips of his holding the prayer trembled fiercely.

Fu Heng ran up to the city tower, and before he could kneel, the crown prince Shen Huai, who was sitting next to Shen Chong, had already jumped up and said angrily:

"Fu Heng, you are so bold, you deserve death for destroying the festival! Father, King Rong connived at his subordinates to destroy the festival, ruined the national fortune of my Longxi country, and had bad intentions, so he had to be punished! ”

Fu Heng glanced at him, knelt down before Shen Chong could speak, his tone was full of joy, and he said in a voice that everyone present could hear:

"The villain was ordered by His Royal Highness King Rong to report the good news to His Majesty, Huai'an, Huaishan Province The snowfall has stopped, it is the princess of Fengming Kingdom who saw the heavy snow in Huaishan Province, and took the initiative to ask His Royal Highness King Rong to carry out the spell of praying for Ji, His Royal Highness saw that the snow disaster was serious, so he agreed to let Princess Chenguang try it, Princess Chenguang traveled in the heavy snow for seven days, and now the two provinces have become sunny."

The rumors about Princess Chenguang are already familiar to the people of Longxi and can no longer be familiar, but it is one thing to hear about it, and it is one thing to really experience it, rather than feeling surprised and magical, in people's hearts, they feel evil or don't believe it very much.

Sand Bell - Sand Bell -

The strange sound of the bell came into the ears of the audience, and it was obviously such a faint sound, but when it came into the ears, it seemed to be clear in the ears.

A snow-white phoenix appeared in the gray snow, stepped on the gale, and came to the prayer platform as if no one was around, and stopped. The beautiful appearance of the five maids standing on both sides of the phoenix chariot made the people of Longxi realize for the first time that the barbarian country far away in the desert is really stunning, these five people take out one at random, no worse than the first beauty of their country, the single maid is such a look, and what kind of beauty will the person sitting in the sedan chair be.

"The snow has stopped...... someone muttered.

At this time, everyone noticed that it seemed that at the moment when Feng Yuan appeared in sight, the snowfall began to slow down, and now, it actually stopped.

The heavy clouds were blown away by the strong wind, the sun showed its smiling face again, and the bright light shone down, although it was shining on the earth, but perhaps because the phoenix chariot made people care too much, in people's vision, the sun shrouded in the phoenix, shining, it didn't look like it was real, the snow-white veil swayed with the wind, like a fairy like a god.

Yan Ying was still standing on the altar, his heart was churning, and after quietly looking at Feng Yuan for a while, he finally showed a faint smile.

Soon after the phoenix stopped, the sound of thunderous horses' hooves came, the rear team arrived, when the first white horse galloped over, the person on the horse wore a snow-white fox fur, no superfluous ornaments, the eyebrows were picturesque, the green silk was like ink, and the wind rose and fell, warm and moist like jade, noble and elegant.

Bai Wanning's heart was beating wildly and she stood up excitedly.

The man didn't notice her.

Shen Run dismounted, lifted the veil of the phoenix, and stretched out his hand with a smile.

A slender hand with smooth and soft joints stretched out from the phoenix chariot and placed it in his palm, and the girl in white smiled gently and slowly walked out of the sedan chair.

When the skirt dragged to the ground, the beautiful person finally fell into the eyes, and at this time, people's minds only had the words "stunning appearance, pure and unparalleled", and they could not think of anything else.

All sounds came to naught, and it was as if there was silence under the city gates.

Shen Run took Chenguang's hand and climbed the city tower, came straight to Shen Chong, knelt down, and said:

"Son-in-law, see father."

Chenguang knelt down and said obediently:

"Morning light to see my father."

Shen Run was stunned, the two had not yet married, and her "father" was called a little earlier. Chenguang looked back at him with a puzzled look, not feeling that he had said something wrong.

Shen Run smiled helplessly.

Bai Wanning, who was standing behind, only felt a breath stuck in her chest, and almost fainted.

Shen Chong stared at the morning light motionlessly, silent.

Just now, when she stepped out of the sedan chair and was shrouded in the sun, he seemed to see a snow-white shadow from her, a shadow that made him feel frightened, angry, panicked, and frightened.