The civil and military officials all worshipped the high platform of the majestic Zhuangsu's enthroned ceremony. The guards in the palace also squatted in their own posts and bowed down.

Only on the high platform, the ninety-five lord of the robe can sway the sentient beings and see the slave servant holding this little fox wearing a phoenix crown.

The little fox looked at the phoenix on the high platform. At the same time, he also looked at it. The four eyes were intertwined. The little fox trembled in the heart. The real dragon on the high platform, when watching it, the black scorpion Tenderness.

At this moment, the little fox has an illusion, as if standing on the high platform, not the king of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but its lover.

Feng Ling’s thin lips rose slightly and walked down from the high platform. The bead of the forehead swayed with his steps and shook his beautiful face like a god, but the bright black eyes were not covered. Live in its glory.

The front chest of his robes, the golden silk thread embroidered with a circular dragon pattern, the prestige is domineering, the robe is like a black lotus rolling, layered, full of power.

Feng Lingran down, and the ministers who worshipped on the ground had already given up a spacious road leading to the high platform. The middle of the road was covered with a happy red carpet embroidered with Jinlong and Jinfeng.

The monarch is married and honorable.

Feng Lingran went to the slave, but the black scorpion had been staring at the little fox in the slave's arms, and he extended his long jade finger toward it.

The little fox glared at the knuckle that was like a carved jade, and stretched out a fluffy claw. His hand immediately grabbed its claws, and his face smiled softly.

"Hey, let me go to the church."

Feng Lingran black sorrowful feelings, the sound is also low and good, like a gentle string, finely moved.

The little fox suddenly covered a bright red phoenix hijab. It felt that Feng Ling was holding his claws and headed forward.

The slave was very reluctant to hold the little fox, followed Feng Lingran on the red carpet, and followed him to the high platform on the throne.

This feeling, just want to send his beloved ... hand to Feng Lingran's hands, he hates this feeling, just like hating Feng Lingran, so many women in this world? Who is not good at Feng Lingran? Would you like to choose him to hold the lady to be married with Feng Ling?

The slaves even have an illusion. Is Feng Ling doing this intentionally?

The face of the slave enchantress is a little pale. Does the purple dress say anything to Feng Lingran? Will Feng Lingran do this? At the same time, Miss Yan, even his "丫鬟" also earned "in the room", so that he could break the thoughts that Xiao Yu should not have?

If so...

Slave peach blossoms flashed blood red...

"Hey, you and I have finished this heaven, we will become a husband and wife." This is the highest and most noble marriage ceremony in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He set the date of marriage with the little things at the time of the throne, just wanting his little things. Become the most noble woman in the world.

Because she is the woman of his phoenix.

The little fox's ear moved and felt that it was simple.

At this moment, the little fox’s heart was warm and flowing, just when it was going to worship the moon with Feng Ling...

"The Nanling Majesty took a gift."

The sound of the eunuch's sharp voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the worship of Feng Lingran and the little fox.

In the heart of the civil and military officials, there was a strange encounter. Nangong Temple took the Nanling soldiers to rob the Dongjin Palace shortly before, and was finally fleeing by the new emperor. The relationship between the two countries has fallen to freezing point.

Now the mausoleum of Nanling suddenly took the gift to participate in the new emperor's ascendancy and big marriage. This is to show good, want to turn it into a jade? Or what other purpose?

Nangong Temple?

The phoenix of the phoenix rushed through the fierce darkness? From the first sight he saw this man, he knew that Nangong was an ambitious person, but his seemingly cold appearance obscured his inner power.

These, Ben and Feng Ling have nothing to do with, but this man, should not marry his woman, Jiangshan of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Nangong Temple is still the snow-like white robe, and the face is covered with jade. If the eunuch's sharp voice indicates that he is the majesty of Nanling, it will make people feel that he is still the illusion of Nanling Prince.

I have never felt that time has passed so fast, it is almost the little fox, and I will soon become the wife of others.

Nan Gongyi looked at the slave boy in his arms, the little red fox, suddenly had a glare feeling, his moon-like squatting, flashing sour and stunned.

"Qiu Lan, send the gift of the sash."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qiu Lan lowered his head and held a gift from Nangong, carefully prepared, and walked toward the high platform step by step. Xiao Yu finally married to Feng Lingran, and she was no longer qualified to stand next to her, and competed with her.

Qiulan mouth sneaked a sneer, and the first step on the high platform, the heart suddenly felt awkward emotions, her fingers gradually tightened, long eyelashes vibrated, the eyes of the drooping eyes were dark and dissatisfied, why Xiao Yu So good life? Can you marry Feng Lingran who is above the people of Dongjin?

Moreover, these days, His Majesty still remembers Xiao Yu, often holding a picture scroll and watching the gods. She hadn't seen the picture, and she placed the picture on the pillow of the dragon bed. No one touched it. It was like a treasure. The **** who was waiting at the side of the armpit said that when he slept, he would hold the picture. In your arms, fall asleep together.

Don't think, Qiulan knows which fox is in the picture? This fox was so bad that he was devastated, and it hurt her badly.

Why is this fox so good? Got the heart of the two most noble men on this continent?

She hates it!

Qiulan's chest was slightly ups and downs. When she stepped on the high platform, she tried hard to suppress the resentment in her heart. The congratulatory hand in her hand was sent to Feng Lingran.

Feng Lingran glanced at the ceremony, and the thin lips smacked a sneer: "A picture scroll? Nangong Temple, your gift is too light, too much to put it in your eyes!"

Picture?

The gift from Nangong Temple is a picture?

The heart of the little fox in the slave's arms shook a bit, and suddenly thought of the unsightly painting that Nangong was doing for her.

Damn Nangong, how can he do this? When it is going to be married with Feng Ling, the picture is taken as a gift to Feng Lingran?

If Feng Lingran opened the picture...

The little fox trembled and panicked.

The slave boy hugged the little fox and felt that the little fox was not right. He fell down and wondered the little fox in his arms.

Nangong was ridiculed by Feng Lingran. There was no embarrassment on his face. He smiled softly, and his voice was like a string: "Is this gift too light, the emperor will open it."

Qiu Lan lowered her head and her mouth was sulking with a cold smile. She was looking forward to it. Feng Lingran opened this picture, would she still swear by Xiao Yu?