[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Zhao Ting has been released from prison safely, and the Ming government has paid compensation and resettled him.

Feng Suzhen's eyebrows relaxed, but she asked: "I have never met that young master, why did you choose me?"

Mu Zitong said with a smile: "Master Hou lost his wife in his early years and never remarried. He became sick from depression, and now his body is withered. The young master is also at the age of starting a family, so he thinks that getting married can also be rejoicing. He is proud and arrogant. Looking for the best, whoever calls you, happens to have the name of the number one beauty."

In fact, extremes of things must be reversed.

Guanyinghou's mansion was not happy at all, Dongfang Qi suffered from chronic illnesses, and was bedridden for a long time, and was on the verge of death.

Dongfang Sheng was serving in front of the bed, feeding him spoonfuls of soup and medicine, looking at his gradually cloudy eyes, and said with a smile: "My son will get married in a day, marrying the most beautiful woman in Miaozhou, are you happy?"

Dongfang Qi coughed a few times, laughed and said, "You've already said it several times."

"Really?" Dongfang Sheng blinked, blew a spoonful of medicine, and slowly handed it over, "Then are you happy?"

Dongfang Qi stroked his satin-like ponytail, smiled lightly, and said with a sigh: "Naturally happy."

"Just be happy." Dongfang Sheng smiled, and it was like a flame turning into soft water, rippling softly, "This is indeed something to be happy about..."

Wedding posters were posted all over Chang'an, and Dongfang Sheng's two best friends were indispensable.

Liu Changying received this post at home, and he remained silent for a long time before throwing the post on the table.As usual, he turned the folding fan in one hand and looked through the records of his father's case.

Autumn is coming, the leaves are turning yellow, and the poor garden is full of green, luxuriant and luxuriant.

The newlyweds in the window only look at the mirror, with pink pistils on the forehead, Lingnan Qingdai on the eyebrows, graceful and graceful like spring mountains in the rain, red red plums in their lips, and red plums in snow.

Biluo green belt, emerald green golden hazel, beautiful newlyweds, red is male, green is female.

Green as smoke, graceful willows, green as little lotus, refreshing, green as shallow waves and soft.

It is difficult to sort out the reason.

No.40 six times

Guan Yinghou's son was overjoyed, and married the most beautiful woman in Miaozhou. The street along the road was much more lively than usual, and the business of the small shop also soared.

The small building was full of people, but there was still a cubicle on the second floor that was empty.

Downstairs was suddenly quiet, and this quietness spread to every corner in an instant. The whole small building was filled with the vague and chaotic voices of people outside the street. Someone accidentally touched a porcelain cup, and the soft and crisp sound woke people up.

I don't know when, there was already a cultivator in white in the building, he walked up slowly with his hands behind his back, like a fairy coming out of the dust, he walked away stepping up the sky.

His eyes are like thin frost, without dirt and desire, like white water with little taste and indifference, he is dressed in plain silk and blue, with a towering crown and black hair, he is awe-inspiring and cold, and his sword intent is self-contained.

The sound of stepping on the stairs was light and muffled, regular and regular, and he went up the stairs, walked straight to the empty small room, and sat down.

This seat has been booked for three months, he just came today, but he didn't know what interesting things happened.

Someone suddenly said: "Come here."

All the men and women on this floor gathered by the window, but no one stepped near the cultivator.

He also couldn't help looking out the window.

Lie Lie's red clothes came into his eyes, and he seemed to be aware of it, but the young man actually looked up at him, those dark eyes seemed to hide three thousand worlds, making people unable to extricate themselves.

Dongfang Sheng flicked the reins, the horse raised its head, and quickened its pace with the sound of hooves.

The young man with the white gauze crown just now seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it, and immediately forgot it, and turned to look at his new wife.

Feng Suzhen sat quietly in the carriage, Jin Gouzhen raised the red curtain, her beautiful face was not covered, and her halo was like a hibiscus coming out of water.

She was dressed in green clothes like willows, her face was like snow, she was so cold that she seemed to have lost her vitality.

At night, in Guanyinghou's mansion, the wedding banquet begins, and the feast is held.

The guests are full, and Dongfang Sheng greets them outside, respecting their relatives and friends.

When Dongfang Sheng filled up the wine again, Liu Changying stood with his cup in his hands, facing him far away.The people at the banquet were quiet for a while, and then continued their singing and chatting. Dongfang Sheng also toasted, a red peony was pinned on the side of his crown, and the red clothes and red candles were also reflected in the wine.

Liu Changying said: "May Lingzheng be able to fulfill his wish, and you too...don't treat yourself badly."

He drank the wine in the glass, Dongfang Sheng took his words, did not say anything, and drank it all in one gulp.

Dongfang Sheng turned to him, and Li Hui found Liu Changying. They were talking, and they didn't know what to say, but they laughed heartily, attracting attention.

The guests looked very happy, and they came away happy. It is not easy to be really happy about other people's affairs, but it is easy to laugh.

Dongfang Sheng stood in front of the swaying red gauze, looked at the backs of these people, and watched them walk out of the door under the red light one after another.

The wind is very cool, in the green tent, red gauze is wrapped in green, Feng Suzhen sits on the couch, as quiet as a delicate emerald jade figure.

She was so still that she couldn't breathe.

Dongfang Sheng was sitting in front of her, looking at her.The woman closed her eyes, with flower patterns painted on her forehead, and the color of her black eyebrows was bluestone in water, which made people feel refreshed.

There was a faint sound of the dripping glass. Nearly two hours later, Dongfang Sheng got up suddenly and walked out. Not long after, he came in with a bowl of hot soup.

Feng Suzhen slowly opened her eyes, and saw a pair of red boots embroidered with goldbirds, a bright red wedding dress, and a brocade painting of mandarin ducks.Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she said in a trance: "Is it you?"

Dongfang Sheng said: "Fake death is like the dormancy of animals, but humans do not have the ability to hibernate. If you don't wake up, you will really die."

Feng Suzhen smiled slightly, a bit poignant, and said: "I wanted to die, I really wanted to die."

"Why do you have to think so badly about me, why do you have to seek death?" Dongfang Sheng handed the soup bowl in front of her, and said with a soft smile, "Why think about those love affairs, I won't treat you badly."

Feng Suzhen suddenly raised her hand to knock down the celadon bowl containing hot soup, but she suddenly stopped.

The celadon has been cracked by Dongfang Sheng's fingers, and it crawls like a snake with fine lines. The warm candlelight is reflected in his eyes, and his hostility is fierce, flickering like burning flames.

Feng Suzhen was really looking for death, her hand fell down, the celadon bowl shattered on the ground, and the soup spilled all over the floor.Dongfang Sheng's hand was splashed by the soup, and it was burning hot. He immediately grabbed Feng Suzhen's shoulder.

The woman was as soft as a willow leaf, and she floated out from his hands, her long sleeves were like knives, and swept towards Dongfang Sheng.

The two rushed out of the green hut and went straight to the back garden. There were rows of red lanterns under the eaves, the cold pool water was shrouded in a warm halo, and the fish with golden scales floated on the water surface like sparks. The newlyweds sank with fright.

With a little dry lotus under his feet, Dongfang Sheng crossed a pool of clear water and stood on the carved beast on the stone fence.In the red light, Feng Suzhen landed on the opposite side of him like a butterfly in the fire, turned her hands around, wrapped her long sleeves, put her behind her, and looked at Dongfang Sheng coldly.

Cuizhu shook violently on her cheek, and fell into the water, making a slight sound.The killing intent is even stronger.

"You want to kill me." Dongfang Sheng said firmly.

With suppressed anger in his voice, he turned over and landed in front of the weapon rack in the courtyard, kicked out a silver-tasseled spear, tied a flower, pointed at Feng Suzhen and said, "In this case, I insist on you being mine." people."

Dongfang Sheng didn't hold back his hand anymore, and the cold light from the tip of the gun lit out silver flowers, embroidered on Feng Suzhen's green clothes.

Er grates, tin, hairpins, emeralds, and pearls, slender fingers are used to make flowers, and the newlywed jewelry has become the most gorgeous hidden weapon in the hands of the bride.

The gold hits the jade, the cyan skirt steps over the long steps of the moonlight, Feng Suzhen turns to the bamboo pavilion.There is a qin case in this booth, and there is a lyre on the case. When her fingers slid across the seven strings, the sound was like tearing a piece of white paper.

The sound of the piano is full of internal strength, and it turns into a tune, which is an unprecedented tune, against the sharp tip of the gun.

"You use the piano?!" Dongfang Sheng couldn't help smiling, but he didn't know what mood he was in.

He slapped the iron gun head at Qin with his backhand, Feng Suzhen took a step back holding Qin, and stopped her movements abruptly.

The body of the violin has been pierced, and the cold spear tip pierced through the triple blue silk, touching the woman's tender skin, and the coldness instantly seeped into her flesh and blood.

Dongfang Sheng said with a smile: "It's not long before dawn, we husband and wife have not yet finished what we should do."

Feng Suzhen's long hair was scattered in the wind, with a strand of black hair in her eyes, her feet moved slightly, and her whole body was pressed towards the ****.

Dongfang Sheng knocked her back with a palm, and leaned forward, restrained her acupoints, turned behind her, and embraced her.

The thorny blue collar was slowly torn away, revealing the white and smooth fragrant shoulders. Dongfang Sheng lightly bit her neck, and tasted the salty tears.

He pressed Feng Suzhen's ear, softly, with a little grievance, and said: "Don't feel sorry for yourself, I will do what I said."

Feng Suzhen was speechless, she just looked at Dongfang Sheng's beautiful face, this young man in red was indeed much prettier than Li Zhaoting, and his identity was even more different, but he grew up with her and made her fall in love with him , it was Li Zhaoting, not Dongfang Sheng.

This red-clothed young man was as fierce as fire, and the dream she had built in the first half of her life was instantly burned to ashes by just meeting her once.

Tangled with green and red, Dongfang Sheng hugged his wife and walked back to Qinglu step by step.

The red tent is like fog, mandarin ducks and brocades are provoked into fragrant dreams, the spring dew is sweating and singing, and the ups and downs are like clouds and rains, do you still hate love?

Bronze mirror, plain clothes, wooden hairpin.

The face of the person in the mirror has not faded, like a shy peach blossom.

Mu Zitong tidied up the triple silk, gathered her collar and girdle to cover the bright red marks on her chest, pressed Feng Suzhen's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Young master loves you, I will give you the best in everything, pity me at twenty Three, still alone."

Feng Suzhen brushed her hand away, got up and walked out of the room slowly.

Dongfang Sheng was not in the mansion. After nearly two months of marriage, Feng Suzhen felt that she was already a dead person.

It was early in the morning, Feng Suzhen went to serve Dongfang Qi with a bowl of warm soup after breakfast.She is the main wife, but she has no intention of taking care of things in the mansion. Seeing that Dongfang Qi is poorly ill, she begins to take care of him.

Dongfang Qi was very happy to see Feng Suzhen, the two got along better than husband and wife