"Satisfied, the prince is satisfied, how can Weiyang be dissatisfied?" Jiang Weiyang's cold voice floated out with a faint smile through the fiery red hijab, revealing a cool mockery, and the people present were shocked, and all their eyes looked at the fiery and bright figure in unison, looking forward to her next move......

I saw her squatting down and picking up a white chrysanthemum, that bright smile, and suddenly, the beautiful world lost color, "Look, how beautiful this flower is." ”

After speaking, he also took the flower to the tip of his nose under the hijab and sniffed, and the next moment before everyone could react, the white chrysanthemum was pinned to the chest of the fiery red wedding dress.

Hiss......

In an instant, the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard, and the crowd didn't even dare to breathe too hard, everyone looked at the extremely beautiful Jiang Weiyang, and wondered if she was crazy.

Bai Ju wore it on his chest, which was only worn by his dead husband.

Before Feng Junli could speak, one of the guards of the palace jumped out and scolded: "Bold, wear white chrysanthemum on your chest, it is used to commemorate the dead, you are a memorial ......" Before the two words of the prince could be spoken, the woman interrupted him alive.

"Childe said with a smile, didn't the dead put chrysanthemums on their heads here?" Is that what they do in the 21st century, "How can it be a tribute to the dead?" It's obviously ...... Curse people to death! ”

Curse people to death?

Oh my God, on the wedding day, I dare to curse my husband to death, this husband is still the prince of the dynasty, is this woman crazy? Or are you crazy?

When everyone present heard this, they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to move.

"Sister......" Jiang Zijing couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widened to the extreme because of fright, and he looked at Feng Junli nervously, afraid that Feng Junli would be angry, and directly tore his sister apart.

Feng Junli's face, which had always been breezy and light, finally had a slight discoloration, a pair of good-looking brows wrinkled tightly, staring at Jiang Weiyang's pupils contracted violently, and if you looked closely, you could see that his chest in the wedding dress was rising and falling violently, and his mood was extremely unstable.

What a Jiang Weiyang, is this really the legendary nymphomaniac?

Dare to curse him to death in public, and say it so lightly, Feng Junli's eyes staring at the fiery red hijab, the color of the bottom of the eyes deepened little by little, and his fists clenched inch by inch, he really wanted to see, what kind of lawless, arrogant and arrogant face was hidden under this hijab?

How did the legendary nymphomaniac become such a domineering and eloquent bride?

Not only Feng Junli is like this, but even Jiang Zijing looked at his sister incredibly, I really didn't expect Jiang Weiyang to say such a thing, did he even change his personality after committing suicide once?

"Curse the groom, the bride is going to be buried with you, didn't the Jiang family teach you this rule?"

Feng Junli approached step by step, with a slight harsh aura in his lazy voice, and if he listened carefully, he could hear a trace of killing intent, and a nymphomaniac dared to provoke him.