The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 6 Married, King Shengqing came to marry in person

"No need, I didn't say I won't marry!" Feng Qianya raised her eyes to look at Feng Jinheng, her eyes were still flat and unwavering.

Hearing that she said she was willing to marry, Feng Jinheng was surprised, but then said solemnly: "Ya'er is really willing to marry King Shengqing? Although this King Shengqing has made a lot of military exploits, but now... But her legs are paralyzed and she can only rely on a wheelchair to walk, Ya'er is really willing to marry her?"

"Paralyzed legs?" Feng Qianya squinted her apricot eyes, and there was an elegant smile on the corner of her lips, like a lily with elegant temperament.

Immediately, she raised her eyes to stare at Feng Jinheng, her apricot eyes shone with brilliance, "Marry, you must marry!" It's better to be disabled, and the palace will become her Fengqianya's world.

After the words fell, Feng Qianya saw that Feng Jinheng was extremely shocked, she didn't give him a chance to speak, covered her mouth and yawned, and said sleepily: "I'm sleepy, what's the matter, wait until I wake up."

Lying on the bed, she closed her eyes, and soon her even breathing could be heard from the brocade tent.

Feng Jinheng stared at it for a long time before leaving with a puzzled face.

In the dark night, the wind is calm.

Boundless blackness engulfed the entire earth, a round of blue moon inlaid in the night sky, the bright moonlight poured down on the world, coating the black world with a layer of silver veil.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed in the night sky, but disappeared into the night like a flash in the pan.

A gust of breeze blew, and Feng Qianya's door opened strangely, only a white shadow flashed in, and the door was gently closed again, as if it had never been opened.

The candles in the room have been burned out, only the silver moonlight shines in through the carved window, dotted with silver spots on the cork floor.

The white figure looked extremely ghostly in the night, tall and straight, slender.

In the blink of an eye, the white figure had already flashed to the front of the bed, and with a wave of Ruxue's sleeve robe, the hanging brocade tent was hurriedly lifted.

A sharp and cold light flashed, and a beautiful big hand carved like pure white ivory mercilessly strangled Feng Qianya's slender jade neck, increasing the strength little by little.

"Hmm~" Feng Qianya's pink lips parted slightly, and with a groan, her almond eyes under the cover of the slender Cuiyu slowly opened, and what fell into her eyes was a face wearing a silver mask. The sword, the jaw is as firm as a knife, and the tight lips reveal a cold temptation.

Because the candles in the room had been extinguished, Feng Qianya couldn't see him carefully with only the moonlight.

Seeing her waking up, the white figure only looked at him, but he didn't scream out loud, let alone panic or fear. His thin lips outlined a sinister arc.

A dark color shrouded the cold eyes, he leaned down, and brought his thin and graceful lips to her ears, whispering seductively: "Follow me, I will give you glory."

Hearing the words of the white figure, Feng Qianya's beautiful picturesque crescent eyebrows lightly raised. In her memory, this person did not exist. Was it because the former Feng Qianya didn't know him, or was she forgotten?Didn't this man pinch her neck just now?Why did he change his mind and let her go with him?
The corners of her lips curled into a beautiful smile like blue waves, and Feng Qianya's water-cut apricot eyes turned dark, "Going with you? This is not good, I'm going to get married soon."

Hearing what she said, a murderous aura that could destroy the world flashed across the pupils of the white figure, and his slender fingers with well-defined knuckles lightly picked her chin, "Marry? You are willing to marry a man with paralyzed legs and no power." Remnant king?"

Feng Qianya raised her eyes, her deep eyes locked on the man in front of her, he seemed to know everything, but who was he?Why did you come into her room in the middle of the night?From his words, she could tell easily that he didn't want her to marry King Shengqing.

"I am willing, and it is right or wrong~marry~no~yes!" Feng Qianya's brows were smudged with a manjusawa flower, blooming coquettishly, and her slightly parted pink lips uttered firm words.

The firmness in her words made the white figure startled slightly, his pupils were as deep as a secluded pool, just for a moment, a chilling light flashed in his ruthless eyes, the graceful thin lips outlined a cruel arc, overflowing Sen cold words with a trace of warmth, "You will regret it!"

After saying that, he dodged suddenly, and saw a burst of purple air attacking the door, and the white figure disappeared and became invisible.

Feng Qianya got up slightly, her sharp eyes stared at the closed door that seemed to have never been opened, as if she was just dreaming, and when she woke up, there was no trace to be found, there was a look of suspicion between her brows, Such a powerful qinggong, but who would he be?What was the real purpose of breaking into her room?
With doubts, Feng Qianya lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

five days later

A fool is matched with a remnant king, and the world calls it a perfect match.

The number one fool is the number one beauty in the East Ming Kingdom, and the number one remnant king is the number one beauty in the East Ming Kingdom, even more so.

The matter of their marriage almost caused a sensation in the entire Dongming Kingdom. Today, all the people who can walk in the imperial city, no matter men, women, old or young, gathered outside Prime Minister Zuo's mansion.

Therefore, the people outside the prime minister's mansion were shoulder to shoulder, and the crowd was like a mountain like the sea, and it was very lively. The outside of the prime minister's mansion seemed to be a busy city.

What is even more shocking is that the King Shengqing actually came to welcome his relatives in person, which aroused the imagination and wild guesses of the people in the imperial city.

"Although this King Shengqing is a crippled king, he is still a prince after all. He actually came to marry a fool himself, and this fool was sold into a brothel. Could it be that this King Shengqing has long been in love with the silly lady of the prime minister's mansion?" Among the crowd, a woman looked at the person beside her and said.

"It is said that a fool is matched with a disabled king. This is the best match in the world. Maybe King Shengqing thinks so... Hehe..." Another man over forty years old said with a chuckle.

"Love? That's not necessarily the case. I heard that King Shengqing has a weird temperament and a violent temper. This stupid lady from the prime minister's mansion doesn't know how many days she can live before she gets married."

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Different voices of discussion spread to the ears of the man in a luxurious carriage parked outside Prime Minister Zuo's residence.

The man's crimson and seductive thin lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body exuded a frightening aura, and those sharp and murderous eyes were extremely cold and cruel, as if he wanted to turn everything in the world into nothing.

The person in the carriage was none other than Shengqing Wang Xuanyuan Mochen.

Today, this luxurious carriage is used as a wedding sedan chair. The roof of the carriage is in the shape of a pagoda with four corners and eaves. The carriage is surrounded by red silk curtains, which are embroidered with auspicious patterns such as rich and noble flowers, red phoenix facing the sun, and a hundred sons. And embellished with gold and silver, expressing a festive atmosphere.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the prime minister's mansion. Feng Qianya, who was wearing a red wedding dress, was carried by Xi Niang out of the prime minister's mansion, and was then supported into a luxurious carriage.

(End of this chapter)