Diji, she holds the crematorium script firmly

Chapter 11
Qi Qing thought, there is no one who will not be moved by such an emperor.

But the boy's eyes trembled slightly, he didn't stretch out his hand, he just avoided it calmly, and said softly: "Yes."

It's not good, it's "yes".

Huan Ning's eyes trembled slightly, he pouted his lips, and only retracted his hands, holding up the skirt and turning around gracefully, and Sang Yan followed behind her.

"Little sister."

Huan Ning turned around, surprised, "Senior Sister Bixi, is there something wrong?"

Bi Xi came out from the inner hall, and said with a smile: "It's all over now, I must not forget Master's entrustment."

After finishing speaking, he ordered the attendant to open the box and took out a jade ring, "This is the master's wish, the old man will personally supervise me and let you wear it."

Huan Ning frowned lightly, she really didn't know what this senior sister was planning, but it was hard for so many people to shirk away, it seemed that they were not in the same school.

Besides, this jade bracelet is indeed Taiwei's spirit.

So Huan Ning had no choice but to stretch out his hand, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

On Hao Rushuangxue's left wrist, a warm and moist jade ring soon appeared, and as soon as it touched the skin, the whole body felt light.

Huan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, Senior Sister Bixi was sincere this time.

Bixi also wanted to wear it for Sang Yan, but the young Yujun just smiled politely and took it by himself, not in a hurry to accept the gift.

For some reason, Huan Ning felt that Lord Shame, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him, seemed to be hesitating.

Bixi looked at him with piercing eyes.

Huan Ning coughed lightly, "This is Mrs. Qingdi, Senior Sister Bi Xi from my sect."

The subtext is that she has a great background, so don't make people think that our Jiuweishan is arrogant.

In this way, the young Yujun stretched out his pale right hand and slowly put it in.

Sang Yan is not too thin, but the bones of his wrists are particularly prominent, making him look a bit sharp, wearing this jade ring, it softens a bit.

The body is no different.Huan Ning thanked him, turned around and led Mr. Yu to his Changying Hall.

Just after taking two steps, the bracelet suddenly moved, and a coolness came from the wrist.Huan Ning's complexion changed, and when he raised his hand, the jade ring had shrunk a circle and turned into a thin piece, and the complex mantras on it had melted along the skin and disappeared instantly.

But there was no abnormality in the body, and a ray of spiritual power slowly penetrated into the heart, gently protecting the heart.

Bixi explained: "This thing is just for the owner."

Huan Ning felt that there was a faint smile in her eyes, "I just took it as an ordinary ornament, but it turned out to be a spiritual weapon. Then, senior sister, what is the name of this thing? What is it used for?"

Bi Xi replied slowly: "This thing is called the Affectionate Curse, as for its function..."

She smiled meaningfully, "Junior Sister will know in the future, Master, he will never harm you."

Affectionate curse?
Huan Ning's polite smile was almost broken.

Master, who is this humiliating?deep feeling?

The voices of the guests behind her were already raging, she could only turn a deaf ear to it, and with the last bit of decency, wanted to get out of the body, but someone made her not wish.

Fu Wei is gone, and the magnolias in Changying Hall are blooming just in time, blooming in the long night, spewing out in the moonlight, crystal clear, someone has been waiting here for a long time.

Huan Ning wanted to pretend not to see, but the man didn't want to.

"Aning."

……enough!
Huan Ning smiled decently, his eyes fell on the person who made the voice, and he took a deep breath, "Fu...Senior Brother Fu Yun."

The young master of the Celestial Clan was dressed in white clothes, he was extremely elegant in nature, and with this clothes, he looked even more romantic.It's just that she swayed slightly as she walked, looked a little drunk, and her eyes were indescribably sparkling.

He walked straight up, ignoring Sang Yan who was following behind him, and didn't give any mercy in his eyes, as if he was just an insignificant little slave.

One hand holding the wine jug rested on her shoulder, while the other hot hand caressed Huan Ning's tender cheek presumptuously.

"You are beautiful today."

Fu Yun whispered in her ear, breathing heavily.

From Sang Yan's point of view, this gesture seemed to be kissing his wife, but his gentle and beautiful wife did not push him away, but stood on tiptoe and leaned closer to him to say something.

The next moment, the drunkenness in Fu Yun's eyes has subsided a little.

Huan Ning pushed him away against his chest, turned his head and pulled Sang Yan's wrist with a smile, "Let's go, he's drunk."

This time she grabbed the boy's hand, but she didn't have time to dodge it, or some other reason.

Yujun's hand was as she imagined, cool as jade, with clear veins.

Soon, the door of the temple was closed.

The wind blew past the front of the court, and Fu Yun walked along the corridor at a leisurely pace, the wine in his hand had already bottomed out.

Walking around the corner, a girl in a golden dress was waiting for him, "We should go back."

"Ah."

The girl walked away for a while, then turned around and said with a smile on her face: "Brother, if you act too much, you will get yourself into it."

The Changying Hall is extremely spacious, so when Huan Ning opened the door, he was greeted with a completely different silence from the outside world.

The feast outside has already started, the atmosphere is full of joy, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras can be heard endlessly.And the furnishings in this hall are the same as in the past. There is a cup of cold tea on the tea table, a huge gilt-painted Qingtang screen separates the Luo bed from the living room, and a small couch is placed near the window, and there are random throws on it. Silk blanket.

A few ever-burning lamps flickered slightly, hesitantly describing the tranquility here which is completely different from the outside.

Huan Ning didn't feel that something was wrong, this was a place she was familiar with, and she felt a little relaxed when she came in, wishing she could immediately bury herself in the soft quilt like a cloud.

The young man stood there straight, his eyes quietly fell on the screen, he neither sat down softly like her, nor did he know what he was thinking about.

"Shall I drink tea?" Huan Ning thought for a while, then got up to look for a teapot, "Xihuang is far away from here, thinking about it, I feel a little thirsty."

The tea is cold, held in the palm of Huan Ning's palm, the clear water and jade fingers are extraordinarily vivid.

It was rumored that Emperor Ji Huanning of Qingyang Palace had a wild and eclectic nature, but she had no grievances about her marrying a demon king.

The boy was not thirsty, but out of courtesy, he still lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you."

As soon as the slender fingertips touched the jade cup, Huan Ning suddenly trembled, the cup rolled down from his palm, and with a crisp sound, it shattered into several petals.

The cold Bi tea poured all over his clothes, soaking the fabric around his waist.

Huan Ning said "ah" with a panicked expression, "I don't know why my hand seemed to shake." She raised her left hand, revealing the jade ring, which was already thin and thin, almost blending with the porcelain white skin, "It seems that this Things are different."

Sang Yan looked at her fixedly, his eyes were not sharp, but Huan Ning felt a little uncomfortable, and some nameless emotions arose in his heart.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Second Highness, Priest Qi Qing calls you to the main hall."

The voice of the old age is just right and out of place.

There are many things to do in the wedding, although it is not as complicated as in the world, at this time Huan Ning should also go to the front hall with Mr. Yu to have a banquet, but what Qi Qing means is that he does not want Mr. Yu to show up more.

Huan Ning responded, went to the gate of the palace and turned around and asked: "If you are hungry and there is refreshment on the table, you can take a few sips, and I will bring you something to eat when I come back."

After finishing speaking, Di Ji flew away like a butterfly.

The hall was even more silent as water.The clothes were still dripping, Sang Yan flicked his sleeves, and the water purification formula arrived, and the shark robe was instantly dry.

He strolled to the window, and indeed there was a box of refreshments, but when he opened it, he saw half of the Yuningmei ice cream that had been bitten off, and it had already started to dry and harden.

A ray of indistinct emotion flitted across the eyes like a distant landscape painting, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Mr. Yu was angry or annoyed, but he shook his head slightly as if it was a little funny.

He closed the lid again, looking through the gap in the fretted window.

The flowers are sparse and the moon is bright, and the eighth day of the first lunar month is an excellent day.

After a long while, he raised his hand to gently caress his chest, his face showed a little strange color, as if he was in some pain, and he put it down slowly after a long while.

(End of this chapter)