Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 902
The boy in white rushed to Ji Jiashu. One was dressed in white than snow, and the other was dressed in bright red. The two boys had completely different skin colors, but they had different beauties, which made the people standing around exclaim.

"God, Lord Fenghua and Lord Chunhua are here!"

"The last time I saw this scene was three years ago!"

"The two are even more glorious!"

"It's a pity that Mr. Guanghua didn't come to participate in this middle-level ceremony for some unknown reason, otherwise we would have been lucky."

The young boy who rushed to Ji Jiashu seemed to be covered with wind and snow. It was Murong Feixing, the Fenghua Lord of Hou Liao who had met Ying Baoyue and others outside Ruyang City.

That young boy is worthy of his name, he is really like the wind, at the gate of Ruyang City, Xu Bingqing and others disappeared in a blink of an eye after they left.

That boy who wore a fox fur hat and talked without seriousness was like the naughty boy next door, but when he saw it again now, he gave a completely different impression.

Murong Feixing changed into Hou Liao's unique white sacrificial attire. He has the tall brows and deep eyes of a person from the extreme north, his complexion is like honey, and he has a special kind of wild beauty. Standing in front of Ji Jiashu, he looks like the Saibei grassland The collision of two different temperaments with the Jiangnan water town is striking, and the extraordinary demeanor directly hits everyone's eyes.

No wonder he was surrounded by everyone before.

Ying Baoyue looked at the chattering boy standing in front of Ji Jiashu.

She is actually a stranger to this post-Liao youth.It's better to say that except for the oldest one among the six sons of the Warring States Period, she didn't know any of them in her previous life.

Not from the same era as her...

She learned from Zhao Guang that Murong Feixing is the third son of the current Liao King. Although he is not a prince, he is favored because of his outstanding cultivation talent.

From this young boy's unscrupulous behavior style, it is not difficult to see how much he is loved, but what is strange is that he does not have the domineering and cruel temperament of Yeluqi, the youngest son of the Northern Wei Dynasty prince she took care of in Southern Chu.

Murong Feixing is half a year younger than Ji Jiashu, and he advanced to the Divine Dance Realm half a year ago. Although it is not as good as Ji Jiashu's record of reaching the Divine Dance Realm at the age of 13, but with such talent and family background, it is no wonder that he was selected He is the sixth son of the Warring States Period.

Among the young practitioners, the Sixth Prince of the Warring States Period is the absolute focus.

In the last primary ceremony, Ji Jiashu won the first place, Beihan Pavilion Tuoba Xun won the second place, Guanghua Jun Yeluhua and Fenghua Jun Yelu Feixing won No.3 and No.4 respectively.

Tuoba Xun hadn't come yet, everyone's eyes were on Ji Jiashu and Murong Feixing, and there was another young master who didn't come.Even Ji Jiashu, who was standing in front of Murong Feixing with an unbearably disturbed expression, showed a strange look in his eyes when the other party mentioned Mr. Guanghua.

Murong Feixing thought he was regretting that Yeluhua didn't come, so he patted Ji Jiashu's shoulder heavily with a smile.

"Chunhua, you are also very sorry, aren't you? Yeluhua doesn't know what's going on. I don't know when the next intermediate ceremony will be, but he really didn't come?"

Murong Feixing looked puzzled, "I thought he was delayed on the way, but I asked the ceremonial officer who sent the invitation card for a while, but he really didn't come, and he was not included in the credentials sent by the Northern Wei Dynasty."

"What's going on? Did he have a stomachache?"

Ji Jiashu supported his forehead.

I haven't seen him in three years, and this person still looks... not very smart.

Ji Jiashu tried his best to think of a milder statement.

But Murong Feixing didn't make any progress. After speaking, the young boy frowned, "Impossible, he ascended to the God Dance Realm a year earlier than me, as long as he didn't die, he could climb over."

"Guanghua...he shouldn't be dead." Ji Jiashu said helplessly, fearing that Yeluhua would be sentenced to death in the next moment.

"Really? But when I went to play with him in the Northern Wei Dynasty, he wasn't there." Murong Feixing said puzzledly, "Where did he go, and he went out to play too? But what is more fun than sword fighting?"

"He's different from you," Ji Jiashu looked at the urchin in front of him and sighed, not knowing how to make this man give up the idea of ​​torturing Yeluhua, "He's three years older than you, and he's about to get married, so he's busier than you. ..."

"I know!" Murong Feixing clapped his hands together, "It must be his father who wants to give him a marriage, he doesn't want to marry and hides!"

Also... almost...

Ji Jiashu sighed from the bottom of his heart, but Murong Feixing approached mysteriously, "I heard that the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty wanted him to marry Xu Bingqing, but this matter was delayed for some reason, and Beihan Pavilion didn't refuse immediately." !"

The young boy was a little annoyed and confused, "Why did Xu Bingqing immediately reject me at that time?"

Of course.

After all, the target is that Guanghua Lord.

Ji Jiashu thought.Even if the Northern Wei Saintess has a different heart, Yeluhua is the eldest grandson of the Northern Wei royal family after all, and he has high hopes from the Northern Wei king. When the current eldest prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty succeeds to the throne, he will undoubtedly be the Prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is obvious to reject such an object It's not worth it.

From the perspective of political marriage, Yeluhua and Xu Bingqing are the most suitable marriage partners.

What's more, that young man with the reputation of Mr. Guanghua is...

"It's a good thing that Guanghua didn't come." Murong Feixing patted his chest with lingering fear, "If he shows his face, he will steal the limelight from the young master!"

Murong Feixing glanced at Ji Jiashu, who was in a bright red dress opposite, "You don't have any worries about that."

Even in front of the legendary Guanghua Jun with a brilliant face, Chunhua Jun will not be inferior in the slightest.

Ji Jiashu was helpless. Hearing the noisy voices from behind, he knew that the people from Beihan Pavilion were coming, so he looked at the steps ahead where traces were visible, "Okay, let's stop chatting, the ceremony is about to start, right? Let's go ahead..."

However, at this moment, Ji Jiashu saw Murong Feixing's eyes suddenly turn behind him.

Ji Jiashu suddenly felt terrified.

Before entering the mountain gate, Ying Baoyue asked Ji Ange to borrow a veil, so no one has noticed her so far.

It should be so.

"Whether it's you or Guanghua, each one of them didn't know what they were doing after they said they were going to get married," Murong Feixing's amber eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and the true essence of the divine dance realm rose from his body, " Obviously no one can match you, so I want to see what kind of woman dares to marry you!"

After finishing talking about the mountain gate, a hurricane suddenly rose up. Ji Jiashu turned around sharply with the hilt in his hand, and found that there was no one behind him!
Ji Ange, Li Jinniang and the others watched Ying Baoyue disappear before her eyes, and screamed.

"your Highness?!"

The crowd screamed, and saw Murong Feixing suddenly flew up a tree with a woman in his arms!

　Is this a group of sages or a bear boy...why am I complaining about the title I wrote?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)