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Chapter 145
"Forced marriage?" Feng Kuang was startled, thinking that Nan Tingqi's vision was a bit too tasteless.Shu Li, isn't she the defiant Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion that she met when she went to Prince Jin's Mansion to cancel the engagement ceremony last time?That woman, judging by her appearance that day, wanted to be Princess Jin, but now that King Jin is missing, she has become the candidate for the future Princess An.

Such a woman is not half as good as her.How could she let her disciple Yun Teng take a fancy to him.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yucheng and said, "I'm going back first. You are not allowed to move around, take good care of yourself."

When Yu Cheng heard that Feng Kuang was about to leave, he held her hand tightly: "I'll go with you."

"No, you haven't recovered from your injury. If you dare to follow me, I won't talk to you anymore." Feng Kuang still insisted that he had passed the dangerous period before his injury recovered, how could she let him run around?

Her words were threatening, but Yucheng had no choice but to nod helplessly.

When Feng Kuang walked away, he asked Bai Mo and Hall Master Li again: "If the leader dares to go out, you must report the truth to me, and you are not allowed to hide it for him." She was full of the majesty of a queen, and she treated him in front of Yu Cheng. The subordinate ordered, but it seemed so natural.Bai Mo and Hall Master Li also agreed to each other again and again.

Yucheng couldn't help sighing secretly, is he in charge of this sect, or is she the biggest?
After leaving the Night Soul Cult, Feng Kuang followed Ting'er back to Xizhongyu Pavilion first.

Between the green and fine bamboos, the breeze passes by, sweeping up the green branches like green yarn.As soon as it deviates, between the green branches, a sapphire blue body is like a jade sky, standing with its back to the wind, with black hair flying, like passing melancholy threads, causing people's heart to fluctuate.

Feng Kuang stretched out his hand to pick up the intertwined thin bamboos, and walked forward along the path paved with small beige gravels. Qianying stopped beside a stone chair and then stopped.

An Wang Yunteng turned around, with a worried expression on his face, his brows seemed to be stippled with thick ink, even if he flicked them with a light hand, they didn't seem to stretch.

"Master." He pursed his lips and called out, striding forward, standing straight in front of Feng Kuang.

Moving his footsteps, Feng Kuang picked up a thin bamboo branch that fell from the stone chair, and sat on it recklessly.Slender eyebrows raised slightly upwards, his face was like the sea and deep water, without any waves and no surprises: "The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is another village. Yun Teng, you are a handsome man, how can you be so sad because of a small thing?" If so, how can you stand in the world. As a man, you should show your courage to open the way for your future. Whether it is ambition or marriage, these are all in your own hands. "

The words of pearls hit Yun Teng's heart like jade beads falling to the ground, touching Tian Hai in people's hearts.

Yun Teng was slightly stunned, his brown pupils inlaid in a misty white mist, as if a ray of light suddenly shone in.Emotional ups and downs, my heart seemed to usher in a small dawn from the darkness before dawn.

No matter how small, there is still hope...

She is only under [-] years old, wearing a scarf on her head, and she is still so calm. He is a handsome man, taller than her, how can he not bear the slightest twists and turns?
"Master, I don't want to marry Shu Li." He raised his voice and said another word, the melancholy in his eyes turned into a touch of determination.

Feng Kuang smiled slightly, but he didn't know that her occasional few words were changing the frivolous and junior Shaolang step by step.

Even after many, many years, when Yun Teng lives at the top of Longhua and looks at the thousands of miles of Qingming mountains and rivers overlooking his feet, he will proudly recall the past: "If it weren't for the guidance of the master, how could I be so capable of initiating today's heavy responsibility! The kindness of the master , greater than the sky."

(End of this chapter)