Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

Chen Dynasty, Kyoto, it was raining continuously.

On the originally crowded and lively Beimen Street, there were only a few vendors doing business in the rain, and the sedan chair carried by eight people slowly passed by the wonton stall without splashing any extra water.

Weddings and funerals all pay attention to auspicious days. In bad weather like today, even if the band behind the sedan chair blows the suona out of flowers, it will make people feel that they are attending a funeral.

What's more, in the sedan chair bestowed by the heavenly family, there was already a fearsome living Hades sitting.

"Is that Commander Feng?" The rain gradually subsided, and the middle-aged man sitting in the wonton stall couldn't help but speak when he saw the sedan chair slowly go away.

Jin Yiwei, who beheads powerful ministers and corrupt officials below, is the sharpest sharp knife in the hands of the Holy Master today, and its former commander, Feng Xiao, is a ruthless character who can make children stop crying.

Rumor has it that there are so many dead souls under his command that the surrounding area of ​​the imperial prison is filled with mournful wailing day and night.

"What's called 'Feng Commander'? That's all in the past," said the scholar, who was sitting opposite the middle-aged man, after comfortably drinking the last sip of hot soup. As a wife, if I were him, I would definitely wipe my own neck and go to see my ancestors first."

——Although the atmosphere of the Chen Dynasty is open, in the capital, things like the Qi Brothers are still out of the question.

The middle-aged man lowered his voice in panic as he bowed his hands to the imperial palace, "Don't dare to talk nonsense, the marriage between Feng Xiao and the Huo family was arranged by the Ministry of Rites and appointed by the Holy Majesty."

Hand-picked by the Holy One?Is it a good thing to be appointed by the Holy Majesty?

Consciously not talking to the stupid butcher in front of him, the white-faced scholar took out a few copper coins from his pocket, called the boss to settle the bill, and walked into the rain screen.

And 0527, which was lying on the shoulders of its own host, also took back the monitoring of the surrounding areas in due course.

[It seems that you are going to play a role that can attract hatred this time. 】

Hearing 0527's soft reminder, Chi Hui opened his eyes and came back to his senses from the script. Compared with the young master Ji who was born smoothly in the previous life, "Feng Xiao" in this life can be described as the most tragic and unlucky.

The new emperor has no real power when he succeeds to the throne. When the current emperor came to the throne 20 years ago, it was all thanks to the Feng family who had been loyal to the emperor in the past to gain a foothold. A group of "thieves" washed blood all over the house,

But as the saying goes: there is no unparalleled road, because he secretly climbed over the wall to play in the middle of the night, his legitimate son Feng Xiao became the only survivor in the case of Feng's family extermination.

After the facts of the case "come to light", the original owner who was adopted by the old emperor changed his temper drastically. He was gloomy and violent like a ghost crawling out of hell. Five years ago, Feng Xiao, who was not yet crowned, caught the mistake of the former commander. It was logical inherited his father's mantle.

【The old emperor is cruel enough. ] Having read the script from the perspective of God, Chi Hui certainly knows what happened when the Feng family was destroyed. Even though the original owner never really believed in the emperor, he still broke a good pair of legs before finding out the truth.

As for Huo Jingxuan, the target of this mission, he is the eldest son of the Qingliu Huo family. Everyone in the capital knew that Jin Yiwei was the one his father hated the most during his lifetime.

Sure enough, it's easier to die...

Knocking his knees that were still conscious, Chi Hui opened the curtain and looked at Xiaoyu outside the window: [This leg doesn't seem to be completely useless yet? 】

[Yes, yes, it's just beyond Chen Chao's current medical level.] After scanning the legs of his host, 0527 asked thoughtfully, 【Do you want to cure it? 】

[Think about it again,] Taking a breath of the earthy air, Chi Hui closed his eyes slightly, [After all, we are here to seek death. 】

In the previous life, he and Huo Bo were sweet and affectionate, and he didn't leave until the other party passed away safely. Because of this, Chi Hui, who came to the 303 world non-stop after returning, was confused because he had no time to sort out his feelings.

According to the original book, "Feng Xiao" will be humiliated in various ways on the day of her marriage, and the old emperor, who has watched enough good dramas, will also order someone to induce the poison buried in the other party's body at the wedding banquet.

——Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, and there will be no future troubles. Even if the original owner's legs are crippled, some people don't want him to live.

What's more, in the eyes of the people all over the world, Feng Xiao is still the noble person who was raised in the royal family since he was a child. If he died at the wedding banquet, the old emperor would have an excuse to attack the already precarious Huo family.

What kind of enmity, what kind of resentment, they will be used from life to death. Did the Feng family dig up the emperor's ancestral grave?

Being petty and suspicious, it's no wonder that this foolish king will be forced to usurp the throne by his own son in the end...

"Young Master Feng?"

The complaints in his head were interrupted by the sharp voice of the accompanying eunuch, Chi Hui, who had inherited the original master's martial arts, opened his eyes and tightly grasped the Xiuchun knife hidden under the wide wedding dress.

This is an imperial gift from the late emperor to the Feng family, even the old emperor has no right to take it back.

"Ah."

Responding coldly, Chi Hui knew that this was the first embarrassment that the original owner was about to encounter. Feng Xiao's legs were not good enough, but the Ministry of Rites arranged a link of "entering the door across the brazier".

The ancient world is all about playing with the mind's eye.

"excuse me."

Just when Chi Hui was about to quietly pretend to be dead according to the original plot, a slender jade-like left hand abruptly lifted the car curtain, without covering his head, he immediately saw the appearance of the person coming.

There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as grinding.

Even if the clothes are gorgeous, they can't cover up the other party's handsome and gentlemanly body like bamboo and cypress.

【really……】

Although the man's temperament is more handsome, elegant and gentle than the previous two lives, with those deep and narrow phoenix eyes, Chi Hui still guessed the identity of the other party at a glance.

Even a weak scholar can memorize me?

Suddenly there was a bit of evil interest in pulling people into the water, and Chi Hui, who was sure that the man's memory had been sealed, climbed up the other's back like a stream of kindness: "Thank you."

The Huo Mansion is a Qingliu family that values ​​fame and integrity over power. Since the sudden death of Mr. Huo, the Huo family, who have been closed for three years, has become more and more desolate. Not less.

Holding the young man's legs firmly with his hands, Huo Jingxuan only felt that the person behind him was so thin that only a bone remained. Originally, he was not interested in the so-called marriage, but the moment he heard the voice of "Feng Xiao", he felt He approached the sedan chair as if possessed.

"Crackling."

Ignoring Xi Niang's winks at him, Huo Jingxuan walked steadily, and stepped over the brazier under the eyes of all the guests with different thoughts. The wheelchair that was prepared earlier was inside the door. Before he could speak, the bride behind him was like Falling like flying flowers in spring.

"Let's go." Looking casually at the structure of the wheelchair, the young man in red said lazily. He has a pair of flirtatious peach blossom eyes, but they are always half-raised. There is nothing worthy of his high regard.

Snow-skinned red lips and eyes like spots of paint, the facial features are obviously harmless when viewed alone, but when they are put together and placed on the young man, they reveal a kind of bewitching beauty inexplicably.

"Gudu."

I don't know who swallowed impolitely, but the guests at the scene finally came back to their senses from the visual shock. No wonder there are always rumors that Feng Xiao is the emperor's confinement. It can't be reminiscent of Jin Yiwei with bloody hands.

Even that languid and hoarse voice has something intriguing.

For a moment, the guests present looked at each other, and no one opened their mouths to make things difficult as in the original plot. Apart from mentioning Feng Xiao's rejection by the Holy One, they really envied Huo Jingxuan's good fortune as a gentleman.

interesting.

Slightly narrowing his phoenix eyes, Huo Jingxuan pretended not to understand the turbulent tide in the courtyard, and stepped forward to push the young man's wheelchair with his usual expression. The auspicious time had come. According to the original etiquette, they should be worshiping at the church at this moment.

Four cold tablets replaced Gaotang, Chi Hui seemed to be leaning on the wheelchair calmly, but actually he was thinking about how to kneel for a while——

What about the tricks arranged by the old emperor?If he doesn't come again, the image of my master's hard work will be gone!

"I thought it was someone so unlucky that it rained even on the wedding day, but it turned out to be our well-known Living Hades."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, the son-in-law wearing a blue brocade robe stepped on the door waving his fan, and the erratic Xi ​​Niang also took advantage of the situation and swallowed the phrase "worship the world".

This person is Chen Cong, the second son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites. Because the girl he likes was once arrested and interrogated in the Imperial Prison, he has never been able to deal with the original owner. This matter is well known in the capital. The sudden death, no one would think of the emperor.

"Today's wedding is really 'lively'." Looking across the deserted lobby deliberately, Chen Cong bowed his hands to the bridegroom in a dignified manner, "Congratulations to Brother Huo for marrying a beautiful girl as he wished. Xiao must taste good."

"Both legs are useless, even if there are thousands of tricks, our Commander Feng has to be obedient..."

"Zheng!"

There was a piercing sound of the knife, and before the guests at the scene realized what was going on, a sharp blade with simple patterns pierced Chen Cong's back silently. The young man drew the knife so fast that no one could see him clearly at this moment. How to do it.

Most of the people who are old with the Huo family are civil servants. How have they ever faced the death of their own kind?But looking at the faint smile on the corner of "Feng Xiao", the whole audience was silent, and no one dared to be that early bird that screamed out of fear.

Using internal force to push the wheelchair, the young man in red pulled out the Xiuchun knife on Chen Cong's body with a "puchi" with his left hand.

"Slay rape and eliminate evil..."

Allowing the blood to soak the hem of the suit, the young man wiped off the red marks on his face with his fingertips, and said kindly as if chatting: "Everyone, do you have any objections?"

"No no!"

Knowing the origin of the Xiuchun knife in the other party's hand very well, everyone shook their heads like a rattle. Will they offend the Ministry of Rites? Let's talk about it later, the most important thing now is their own life!

The sky has no eyes, why did the only seedling of Huo's mansion marry such a tiger?

Satisfied with the cleanliness of his ears, the young man in red clenched the handle of the knife, and secretly suppressed the roiling sweetness in his throat. The toxins lurking in his body were attracted by the broken porcelain bottle in Chen Cong's arms. He opened his arms and rushed at himself like a fairy. The man raised his eyebrows and smiled——

"Husband, I want to go back to my room."