"Qingqing likes this kind of wedding?" Qin Mufeng stood beside Feng Qing and looked down.

The main streets of Syracuse are already filled with Syracuse citizens.

Even men who are difficult to go out on weekdays can be released today to watch the ceremony together.

The colored cannons continued to explode in the air, and a line of white-clothed city slaves approached from a distance, obviously the guards who were sending the bride to open the way.

After a full eighty-eight guards, they saw a team of ice snow leopards, a total of eight, tigers and tigers, walking lazily, with cold snorts in their nostrils.

"It's ok. I've never seen a wedding of this magnitude after all. ”

"Does Qingqing want a bigger wedding?"

Only then did Feng Qing understand the reason why Qin Mufeng suddenly asked her question.

He glanced at Qin Mufeng with a smile: "This Ling Xiaofeng almost poured the power of Nan Ling in order to hug the beauty, could it be that the regent also wants to use the power of Nan Qin to give me a spectacular wedding?" ”

"Yes."

Feng Qing poked Qin Mufeng's waist.

"It's good that you didn't ascend to the throne of the male Qin, otherwise you would definitely be a prince of the Beacon Fire Theater, a faint monarch who laughs at the beauty."

Qin Mufeng's eyes darkened slightly, and he held Feng Qing in his arms.

"The country has always been there, and the beauty is gone, and it is gone."

Listen to this tune, what is it that is not a faint king?

Feng Qing looked at the eight ice snow leopards followed by a cart of dowries, and looked a little bored.

"I heard that the marriage of the Holy Daughter of Syracuse is a rare happy event in a hundred years, and one of them is to say goodbye to her parents. Will Ji Wuxue accept Ji Wu's kneeling? ”

Feng Qing couldn't see the things she was curious about. But Ji Wu's farewell to her parents is still there.

The bride procession of the saint has begun to appear on the street, and as a bride, she has not stepped out of the city lord's mansion.

Ji Wu and Ling Xiaofeng, who was also dressed in red clothes and full of red light, bid farewell to the white-haired Arctic monarch before standing up together.

And Ji Wuxue, who is the lord of the city, has never even appeared.

Ji Wu lowered her eyelids, and although she didn't see the scene outside, she could still imagine everything. Dodging Ling Xiaofeng's action of wanting to hold her hand, he turned around and walked towards the luan frame that had already stopped at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Ling Xiaofeng didn't care, and bowed his hand to the people watching the ceremony, and then followed.

Suddenly, there were city slaves singing aloud.

"After the ceremony, the Holy Maiden Luan drove out of the city!"

Step by step, Luan Drive.

Luang drive drive.

Ji Wu looked at the scene outside through the thin red hijab.

Looking at the city-citizens on both sides, there was only sadness in my heart.

It took her years of hard work to enter Syracuse and become a saint. In the future, I'm afraid I will never come back.

Ling Xiaofeng rode on a majestic fire lion, with an unconcealed sense of smugness on his face.

Ji Wu just looked outside, until she passed by an inn with a closed door and saw a couple of men and women on the balcony on the second floor.

No, to be exact, it was the sight of the woman in a yellow shirt with an ordinary face.

Ji Wu's pupils shrank slightly, and he reached out and lifted the red hijab off his head.

Is it her?

Obviously, with an extremely strange and ordinary appearance, there is no trace of spiritual power leaking out of his body, Ji Wu still has a thumping chest, and he recognized that person for the first time.

It's her!

Feng Qing, who was standing on the balcony, didn't expect that Ji Wu would be able to see her.

Through the window of the luan frame, Feng Qing saw that Ji Wu took off her hijab at the first time she saw her, staring straight at her and not moving.

Qin Mufeng frowned.

He also saw this scene and wanted to take Feng Qing away.

Who knew that Feng Qing held down Qin Mufeng's big palm, nodded at Ji Wu, and showed a peaceful smile.

There was no ridicule or blessing on that smile, as if it was the casual nod of greetings from two strangers who met in Pingshui.

Ji Wu's light-colored pupils shrank slightly.

Unexpectedly, she would come to watch her wedding.

If it was before, Ji Wu should not be angry in her heart, and she should think that the other party was laughing at herself, but now she didn't have a trace of fluctuation in her heart, but was a little inexplicably relaxed.

She used so much thought about Feng Qing before, and hurt her so many times, she still didn't mind......

Feng Qing should be standing next to Qin Mufeng.

Even if the appearance of the two is completely covered, it can still be seen that Qin Mufeng is cautious about Feng Qing, as well as Feng Qing's dependence and trust on Qin Mufeng.

Oh, yes.

Feng Qing didn't need to care about her at all.

Because she can't affect anything in Feng Qing's life at all. She couldn't shake Feng Qing anything.

The green slave said that she was the most noble woman in the world, but she was not. The most honorable is Feng Qing.

Feng Qing got far more than her. Feng Qing is the happiest one.

Feng Qing's father could even almost kill her Ji Wu's mother for Feng Qing...... You can even fight against Venerable for Feng Qing.

Feng Qing's father must love Feng Qing very much.

Ji Wu nodded slightly at Feng Qing, but finally didn't say anything, turned around, and put the red cover on again.

A tear fell from the hijab and blended into the red wedding dress, never to be seen again.

The procession for the wedding was so large that it began to leave the city at noon and ended in the evening.

Ten miles of red makeup is not enough to describe the magnitude of this wedding battle.

After the wedding procession all left the city, the carnival in Syracuse had just begun.

Countless fireworks and colorful cannons continued to bloom in the air, and all kinds of lanterns were lit on the road, with the slightly falling snowflakes, and the city that had been cold for three years fell back into the bustle and hustle and bustle.

Feng Qing was brought into the house by Qin Mufeng wrapped in a cloak, obviously it was not cold, and a copper stove was stuffed into his hand to keep warm.

"I didn't expect us to be like this, and she would still recognize me." Feng Qing is very innocent, she is in the Spirit King Realm, she is not afraid of cold and heat, how can she be so careful: "But I am also surprised that she doesn't seem to have the intention of demolishing us." ”

Feng Qing put down the copper stove, pointed to the vendor downstairs and said to Cangzuo: "Cangzuo, is that a fried chestnut?" Go buy one and come back. ”

"Yes." After getting the order, Cangzuo went downstairs to buy it.

Yinglan's proprietress also set up a stall on the street, but she sold candied fruit, and chatted with the vendor next to her at this time.

"But how did Ji Wu's body become like that." Feng Qing recalled the glance when she looked at Ji Wu and frowned: "Father said that Ji Wuxue left hidden dangers in his body in order to cultivate the secret art of Snow City back then, and this hidden danger will be passed on to the next generation, and it will become more and more serious. Ji Wu didn't notice it herself, but she already showed signs of a short life. Looking at it now, isn't this hidden danger completely outbreaking? ”

Although Ji Wu wore thick makeup on her face, she still couldn't hide her weakness.

Feng Qing's eyes are so poisonous, how can she not see that Ji Wu is holding on.

Ji Wu is five years older than her, but her physical condition is like that of an old woman, as if her vitality has been drained, Feng Qing really can't figure out what happened to Ji Wu.