"It's not time yet. If my brother had an accident in Tianxianglou, someone must have secretly taken action against the emperor's family. As a scholar of the Criminal Department, a well-known detective, he also entered the game, I am afraid it is related to many things. Isn't there any news from Zhang Song yet? ”

Di Qing Su asked. She understands what Chaolu means. Identity, noble status, what is the use of not having a strong force?

Like the silverware that once represented luxury and prestige, it was originally reserved for royalty, but then what happened? It has become a cheap item that can be consumed by the general public.

"Is there any news from the empty department?"

"Not yet."

"Let the Silver Wolf join them."

"Yes, miss." When he arrived at Tingfeng Tower, Chaolu helped Di Qingsu back to his room.

Two days later, it was Zuo Xiaojian's wedding. Sister, Zuo Xiaojian, I am looking forward to seeing you again.

The Night King's Mansion

"Lord Wang, they live in Room No. 1 of Tianzi in Tingfeng Building. The man's name is Chaolu, and the woman's identity is unknown, and her true face has not been seen. Morning dew serves at his side whenever and wherever he wants. According to the soldiers guarding the city, the two had just arrived in the capital yesterday. "The night returns.

"Let's go down." Chu Hanye leaned back in his chair and thought about things. Silver-haired and blue-eyed? What about the woman's identity?

Seeing that the night pestle on the side did not move in place, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Does the prince really want to compete with that woman for a drink in three days?" After hearing the news in the dark night, I felt deeply sorry for the woman. It is not good to offend anyone, but to offend the god of death.

A man who treats women as nothing, treats women as accessories, and makes him nauseous and vomiting when he sees a woman. But there are always some people who moths to the fire and kill themselves.

Who knows that this time it wasn't those delusional women who wanted to fly on the branches with the help of Diqinghang?

Over the years, they have witnessed too many women's endless methods, and they have also witnessed too many deaths. Except, of course, one woman, the mysterious woman in the Ice Pool.

Chu Hanye didn't speak, stretched his limbs and leaned on the back of the chair to recuperate.

Dark Night wanted to say that the capital had set a big gamble for the competition in three days. Who is so bold?

Think about it again, should you also ask those three eggs to be involved......

The marriage between the General's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion two days later was the most sensational topic in Moyun Beijing. What the people talk about the most is Zuo Xiaojian's infatuation, Miss Jiu's red face and thin life, a beautiful love of a hero and beauty, and some people even made up a joke to comment on the restaurant teahouse.

Di Qingsu never stepped out of the room, and kept practicing quietly in the room. Her Fire Cloud Remnant had finally broken through to the eighth level, and now only the ninth level remained.

Chaolu walked in with a few boxes, and when she saw her stretched brow, she knew that she must have broken through. The longer he stayed with her, the more he admired her, and he was glad that there was such a woman in this world, and that he could know such a woman.

When it is quiet, it is like a dark orchid, and occasionally blooms with a fatal charm; When it is cold, it is like a sharp blade, straight to the point, and never drags mud and water.

"Miss, what you want is ready, do you want to try it first."

Asaka asks her for her opinion. He was really nervous. The clothes are beautiful, but those strange shoes are just that. Is the heel so thin that it can support a person's weight? Although the young lady is indeed very weak, she can't help but be windy.

Di Qing Su glanced at him, did not answer, and told Chao Lu in silence that he was asking nonsense.

If she can't wear it, what else will she order someone to make it for? Is it good-looking? She began to doubt Chaolu's IQ, with his usual words and actions, he was completely aristocratic upbringing, how could he not even hide the basics, and always asked idiot questions.

Is he deliberately pretending to be stupid and acting?

Chaolu touched his nose depressedly, retreated to the door, and honestly became his door god.

He's still only suitable to be a door god. The young lady's eyes are so terrifying, as if they can penetrate the body of clothes and go straight to the heart, and see through the soul of people.

It was obviously a gentle look, but he felt ten times colder than falling into an ice cellar.

Two days passed quickly.

There is a bigger news in the capital. The night king and the mystery guest have a gambling contract in the Wind Tower.

This day is an auspicious day, which is conducive to weddings and funerals.

This day is the best day of the whole year.

It's sunny today and warm sunshine.

It's just that on the first night of this good day, the Qingsu Pavilion of the Prime Minister's Mansion caught fire, and the fire was fierce from the beginning, so the manpower did not rescue anything inside. Qingsu Pavilion was a pile of ruins.

All items are reduced to ashes. This incident has caused different opinions among the people of the capital. There are all kinds of things, but this does not affect today's big wedding ceremony.

The auspicious time has arrived.

Zuo Xiaochen wore a groom's clothes, rode on a horse, and led everyone to the prime minister's mansion to greet his relatives.

Today, he is going to marry the woman he loves.

Susu, did you see that? Brother Zhen obeyed the agreement to marry you when you turn fifteen today.

Susu, did you see that? You once said that on the day of marriage, you don't want to sit in the bumpy sedan chair, you want to ride with me and drive to our future.

Susu, did you see that? These ten miles of red makeup, flower-paved streets, just for you, everything just for you.

Zuo Xiaochen knelt in front of Emperor Cangming and Ao Shuangjiao, took the spiritual seat of Emperor Qingsu from their hands, personally covered her with a hijab and hugged her in his arms, his fingers gently rubbing the words on it.