The pale Flowing Fire walked out of the room, his eyes looking straight at the back of Monsoon Smoke in the distance, but he didn't make any movement.

Ling He was completely dumbfounded.

Yesterday, he watched the monsoon smoke and the drift fire enter the cave room, why did he wake up one night and the drift fire ran to this room again?

"Young Master of Flowing Fire, you are ......" No matter how sluggish Ling He was, he also sensed that something was wrong between the monsoon smoke and the flowing fire.

Liuhuo slowly retracted his gaze and looked at Ling He apologetically, "Brother Ling, I've been bothering you these days." ”

Ling He was slightly stunned, and always felt that something was wrong with the situation of the flowing fire.

"Flowing fire, what's wrong with you and Miss? Didn't you ...... yesterday?"

Liuhuo shook his head, "It's my fault, Brother Ling, you go get busy first." ”

Ling He looked at the drifting fire in confusion, he could see that the drifting fire's intentions for the monsoon smoke were the same for the same monsoon smoke for the flowing fire, but why did the two people who were interested in each other have never been weird on the night of the wedding? Looking at the decadence inadvertently revealed in Liuhuo's eyes, Ling He only felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only say bluntly: "That...... This is what Mademoiselle asked me to give you. ”

As he spoke, Ling He sent the food in his hand to the front of the flowing fire.

Flowing Fire nodded faintly and took the thing, "Thank you." ”

Ling He could only sigh, he really didn't know what was going on in front of him.

Flowing Fire returned to the room with the food, but did not move, just sat there in silence, not knowing what to think.

Monsoon Smoke was in a very bad mood, in Heavenly Court City, the wedding arrangement had not yet been taken off, and at a glance, she was slowly happy, but such a piece of red, reflected in her eyes, was particularly dazzling.

Meng Fusheng rushed over at this moment, looked at Monsoon Smoke with a wicked smile, and was just about to ask his queen how she was doing last night, but she was blocked by Monsoon Smoke's words.

"Tear these things down for me."

Meng Fusheng was stunned for a moment, the coldness between Ji Fengyan's words made him feel that something was wrong, but looking at the frost attached to Ji Fengyan's face, he didn't have the courage to ask anything, so he could only nod his head and ask his subordinates to quickly take down all the decorations in Heavenly Court City as quickly as possible.

Looking at the red of the wedding, it disappeared from his eyes little by little, but the monsoon smoke was not at all happy, and he only felt that the gas blocking his chest was heavier.

"Call me Red Pupil and Gong Zhengyu, I have something to discuss." Ji Fengyan frowned irritably, she didn't like herself like this.

Where did Meng Fusheng dare to hesitate at all, and ran to call people in a hurry.

Red Pupil and Gong Zhengyu were very surprised when they received the news, they didn't expect that Monsoon Yan, who had just got married last night, would gather them early this morning.

The two of them came to the main hall where the monsoon smoke was full of doubts, Ling He and Meng Fusheng stood in the main hall early, their expressions were a little strange, and when they saw the red pupil and Gong Zhengyu coming in, they secretly looked at each other.

However, that hint made Chitong and Gong Zhengyu even more dazed, and when they saw the gloomy monsoon smoke sitting on the upper seat, they suddenly felt uneasy.

The feeling of monsoon smoke is very wrong!

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