Supreme Crazy Concubine: Poison King's Beloved

Jun Chen's words stop in Murong Fengqing's ears, but it's different. He just thinks that Jun Chen has spent a lot of time for himself, which makes Murong Fengqing feel more moved.

"Qing'er, how can you say that? It's not a matter that one hand can clap." Gu Wujue also hugs Murong Feng's body and expresses his dissatisfaction. Really, with Jun Chen here, I must be designed by him everywhere.

"Hum, go to you. I haven't settled with you yet. You still have the face to say that." Murong Feng gave a cold hum. This guy gave some color and started a dyeing workshop.

Gu Wujue hit a nail and had to keep silent so as not to be caught.

"In this case, ten days is not much time, so we should hurry to prepare!" Yunyu is also very excited. After all, Qing'er is her only daughter. She can watch her get married in person, but she has been waiting for a long time.

Yunyu's words make Murong Fengqing a little unnatural. It doesn't seem to matter to her, but now they seem to take it as the most important thing.

"Qing Er, you don't have to worry about these things. You just need to be my bride in ten days." With a smile on his face, he said that there are still ten days left. How can he feel so long!

I don't know if there will be any accident? At this moment, I regret telling Nangong feiran the news. If this man really comes to the wedding, it's a bit tricky. It seems that people can only stare at the vicinity of the hidden Pavilion, not the Nangong.

Murong Fengqing didn't refute anything this time. He just glanced at the solitude and then shifted his eyes. However, he had a faint expectation in his heart. This is my first marriage in my two lives. Although I was unprepared, I still have expectations.

In the twinkling of an eye, the time of ten days had already arrived. In the early morning, Murong Fengqing was pulled up by everyone and played with her like a doll.

"Miss, the Lord is ready for everything. Miss, hurry to dress up. Today you are a bride!" Weiyue shakes the sleepy Murong Fengqing and laughs there.

The future uncle, however, spent the manpower and material resources of the whole hidden pavilion to prepare for the wedding in such a short time.

"Qing'er, please raise your head and let the godmother comb your hair. Your adoptive father will carry you out later!" Murong Fengqing is in a trance urged by a group of people, and then he is hugged into the room. Dozens of bridesmaids, including Yunyu, have surrounded her.

At the same time, some people help her make-up, while others help her dress. Murong Fengqing just needs to put a person there, and then someone helps her do everything well.

After a long time, Yunyu's feeling and voice of joy brought Murong Feng's chaotic thoughts back.

"Qing'er, the godmother, has finally grown up today and is going to be someone else's wife." Yun Yu sighed that it had been more than ten years since she was a baby in her infancy and now a graceful girl. Although they didn't get together for so many years, and Qing'er didn't know that she was her biological mother, she still couldn't help feeling.