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Chapter 963 [End 2] The Third Wedding
Kunlun Mountain, Renqing Temple.

Gong Jue Zhanshu stepped in lightly, and put a pot of tea on the corner of the table.

The person behind the desk pressed the pages of the book with his hands and raised his eyes, nodded slightly and said hard work.

Gong Juezhan knelt down with a "plop" in panic, and said again and again: "This is what I should do, my lord, please don't be so polite to me..."

"Oh, I forgot again. I'm still not used to being a saint after so long." Jing Shijiayan smiled a little embarrassedly, waved his hand and said, "You protect the right, get up quickly."

Gong Jue Zhanshu stood up, lowered his eyes and said: "Your Majesty has been recuperating in the deep palace for a long time, and it is normal to feel uncomfortable when you suddenly come out of the mountain. With the talent of the Venerable, you will definitely become a Ming Venerable in time."

Jing Shijiayan looked at the person in front of him who refused to look up at him and seemed to be entangled, his eyes were somewhat probing, but he still picked up the book again.

"Thank you for your blessings."

After a while, Gongjue Zhanshu hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, tomorrow is the day of your wedding with Feng Zun. I have something to say... I need to say a few more words."

"Hmm..." Jing Shijiayan put down the book, looked at Gongjue Zhanshu calmly, "tell me."

Gongjue Zhanshu gritted his teeth, and still said: "My lord, from now on, as long as you are in a place with people, even if you are with your empress, you must not take off your veil and spit out the voice-changing beads."

"You have said this many times, I will not."

"Also... if Feng Zun asked about your past, how would you answer?"

"I don't know." Jingshi Gayan blurted out.

"I have been weak and sick since I was a child. I had a high fever a few months ago, which damaged my mind and lost all my memory. I don't know anything about the past."

Such a fluent answer made Gong Jue Zhanshu startled for a moment, and slowly raised his head to look at Jing Shijiayan.

Jing Shijiayan shrugged: "The fact is like this, why worry about it? I will answer the truth as she asks."

Only then did Jue Zhanshu come back to his senses, and lowered his head again, "Exactly. The last thing..."

"But it doesn't matter."

"The matter of the consummation of the house after your lord and your empress got married..."

Jing Shijiayan frowned slightly, thought for a while before saying: "Tomorrow night, I will discuss it clearly with Feng Zun, apologize to her, and then we can jointly agree on a solution for the future."

"Speak clearly!" Gongjue Zhanshu almost exclaimed, "This...how can you say this..."

"What if I don't tell? I want to hide it, how long can I hide it?

After all, it is delaying the girl, so it is necessary to make it clear earlier and let her make plans earlier. "

Gongjue Zhanshu wanted to say more, but Jing Shijiayan raised his hand to stop him, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I won't cause trouble for the temple."

Gongjue Zhanshu had no choice but to nod his head, and waited on the side. After a long time, he lowered his head and asked cautiously:

"My lord...then after taking the medicine, did your memory recover a bit?"

"No." Jing Shijiayan didn't raise his eyes, and turned a page of the book, his eyes were still focused and calm.

"Still can't remember anything."

. . .

Because the marriage happened suddenly, and Jing Shijiayan was too weak to leave the hall, and the plague was rampant, so it was not suitable to gather together, so the world-renowned wedding between Tianxuan Palace and Fengzu was quite simple, almost like Tianxuan Palace. It was done behind closed doors.

On the night after the wedding, Jing Shijiayan hesitated for a long time in front of the Wugou Temple before pushing the door open.

On the bed in the temple, a person was dressed in a red wedding dress and a red hijab, with his hands folded on his lap, sitting upright.

Even though the wedding dress was luxurious and complicated, it couldn't conceal her petite figure.

According to the wedding customs of Tianxuan Palace, one should wear white clothes for a grand wedding, but Feng Zun insisted on following the wedding customs of the Feng clan, wearing red clothes for her husband.

At this moment, looking at Feng Zun's red wedding dress, Jing Shijiayan felt even more uncomfortable. The words he had just pondered at the door suddenly became difficult to say, and he stopped far away.

"Won't your husband lift the hijab for Li'er?"

At this time, Feng Zun's voice sounded, and the charming voice was filled with a playful smile.

Jing Shijiayan hesitated for a moment, but still hesitant, he strode forward.

On the bed, Feng Naili listened to Jing Shi Jiayan approaching step by step, her red lips curled up under the hijab.

However, what she was waiting for was not a flash of light and a pair of affectionate eyes in front of her, but a "boom".

Feng Naili looked from under the hijab, and saw that not far in front of her, Jing Shijiayan landed on one knee.

"Feng Zun, there is something I need to tell you, please allow Shijiayan to apologize to you.

actually, I……"

"It's been a few months, and you still haven't learned how to be a saint. The saint doesn't just kneel."

Before Jing Shijiayan could finish speaking, Feng Nagi interrupted him with a smile.

"Ah...?" Jing Shijiayan managed to muster up the courage and wanted to say it in one breath, but was interrupted inexplicably, and couldn't help looking up at Feng Nagi.

Seeing Feng Naili raised her hand, she took off the hijab by herself, revealing a delicate face.

"Since my husband refuses, I have no choice but to do it myself." Feng Naili smiled, staring straight at Jing Shi Gyan, as if watching his reaction.

Jing Shijiayan immediately lowered his head, cupped his fists again and said, "Feng Zun, actually..."

"Look up at me."

Jing Shijiayan was about to speak, but was interrupted by Feng Naili again, so he had to raise his head.

"Look at my face, does it feel familiar?"

Feng Naili caressed her chin with the back of her hand, staring at Jing Sha Gaya with affectionate eyes, looking forward to radiance.

Jing Shijiayan had no choice but to bite the bullet and look at Feng Nagli.

beauty.

This is the most intuitive feeling for Feng Nagi.With phoenix eyes, beautiful nose and cherry lips, the skin is like frozen snow, which can be broken by blowing bombs.

It's just that Feng Naili looked at her eyes, which made Jing Shijiayan a little uncomfortable and a little strange.

Those eyes looked at him clearly with a smile, but they were as sharp as a dagger, wishing to cut through the skin, flesh and blood of Jing Shijiayan, and then cut open his heart, spreading out all the thoughts in his heart.

"Familiar?" Jing Shijiayan frowned slightly, looked carefully with a pair of clear eyes, then shook his head, wondering: "I have never met Feng Zun, how come we are familiar?"

Feng Naili smiled brightly, and said: "It's nothing, it's just that my sister's face is almost exactly the same, but my personality is different, and I'm smaller and my frame is thinner, so I've never been mistaken.

I thought you would recognize me as your sister. "

Jing Shijiayan was even more puzzled, "But I have been recuperating in the deep palace for a long time, and I have never seen Sister Ling."

"Really?" Feng Nagli asked with a smile, her eyes locked on Jing Shijiayan's.

"Exactly." Jing Shijiayan didn't avoid it, and met Feng Naili's gaze frankly.

As expected of a person who has been raised in the deep palace for 17 years, even though his eyes are as sharp as phoenix glass, he can only see the peace that has not been affected by emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy from these clean and clear eyes.

(End of this chapter)