This Lord is Too Cruel: 177 Big Wedding 2

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Master is too cruel, 177 wedding 2 (two more)

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Feng Aotian, who was sitting on the dragon chair. She changed her bright yellow dragon robe from the past. She was dressed in a dark red brocade robe, with an unquestionable breath of deterrence between her brows. , That beautiful face, as beautiful as a bright moon, but with a refined air, undoubtedly, her dark red brocade robe, compared to the bright yellow brocade robe, is a bit more bright and moving, let him see it, it can't help but flash After a touch of stunning. Shu Chi Wuyan

The Baiguan standing on both sides of the Jinluan Temple is also the first time to see Feng Aotian in a red brocade robe, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and there is a luxurious atmosphere between her gestures, which is more bright Enchanting.

Lan Jingshu couldn't help but lifted his eyes and looked at her. At this moment, it was him that he wanted to come to her, but he turned his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo walking proudly on the red carpet. , The natural glamorous and noble air is amazing, he is dressed more brightly than the bright red that he wore in the past, so looking at it, the more and more beautiful and graceful, he can't help lowering his eyes, and his eyes flash There was a glimmer of light.

Gu Yefeng was sitting in a wheelchair and staring at this eye-catching face. He never expected that Feng Aotian was even more charming in dark red. He lowered his eyes and looked at his legs. Full of bitterness.

Xing Wuyun is still smiling with a chic lips, Wei Zimo and Feng Aotian's wedding, the wedding of two men, this is the first wonder of the ages.

But when I saw Wei Zimo slowly walking towards her, why was the red color so dazzling and even more dazzling?

He was a little envious after all. If Le Ling had accepted her marriage post, then he would come to her in a wedding gown like Wei Zimo.

Yi Mu looked at the scene in front of him, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows, even with a smile on his mouth, he couldn't go away.

The cat father-in-law stood beside Feng Aotian. He is not half happy now. He looks at Wei Zimo and then at Feng Aotian. He is very worried, because the master’s Kuishui is so coincidental. By coincidence, I arrived here today. Is such a happy day a joy?

Feng Aotian sits in a precarious manner, with a consistent smile on her face, but only she knows that now, she has a murderous heart. She didn't expect it to be countless, not as good as the sky. Kuishui finally came in her expectation, but why did she choose this day? More importantly, she had a terrible pain for the first time. No one noticed that the fingers hidden in her sleeves were white. Even if she had deep internal strength, she might not be able to relieve her dysmenorrhea.

According to the normal etiquette system, only the emperor and the queen would have such a pomp, but now, Feng Aotian has not announced to the world, the third prince is not the queen, and he has not been given any position. This is how the ceremony of the big wedding that shocked the world was performed, which made everyone really puzzled.

Feng Aotian disagrees. The rules are set by people. The reason why she did this is to show the countries that she attaches great importance to the three princes of the Yuluo Kingdom, and also to tell the Yuluo Kingdom and Fengqi Kingdom. Sincerity, the second is that she is doing this big wedding to tell Wei Zimo that he will be her Feng Aotian from now on, everyone knows.

Under the eyes of everyone, Wei Zimo entered the hall and walked forward step by step until he stood in the middle of the hall. He raised his eyes, facing Feng Aotian's eyes, and said slightly, "The minister sees the emperor! "

Feng Aotian listened to his name, according to common sense, he should call himself a concubine, but he called himself a minister, but for Feng Aotian, the word "Chen" contains too much meaning , He told her that he was no longer the third prince of Yuluo, but her courtier; he told her that he would put aside the past and start again; he told her that even if he entered the harem, he would not lower himself His identity; most importantly, he declared to her that he would use all his wealth in exchange for his freedom in the future.

Feng Aotian always maintained a gentle smile, got up from the dragon chair, walked slowly down, stood in front of him, and held his hand up, "Since today, there will be no more three princes of Yuluo Kingdom. Gongyi Zimo, specially renamed Wei Zimo, I specially named him Xiaoyaohou."

Baiguan was surprised, this... shouldn't it be bestowed as a concubine? Why is the name changed? Why was he named Lord Hou?

Everyone looked up, but they were surprised.

Xing Wuyun knew that this was Feng Aotian’s promise to Wei Zimo, but shouldn’t it be given to him with the word "Xiaoyao"? How could it be given to Wei Zimo?

He was the first to react and shouted, "Long live the Emperor Wu!

Baiguan is also a clear-minded person. Even if I haven't figured it out, Feng Aotian has the final say on Feng Qiguo. She decides how she wants to be canonized. They are just The courtiers naturally only have to obey. What's more, what's the point, let them courage and dare not refute.

Lan Jingshu didn't expect the emperor to do this. So, what is the meaning of this big marriage?

Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu were unexpected. They didn't know why the emperor did this.

Due to the pain of dysmenorrhea, Feng Aotian's hand holding Wei Zimo couldn't help adding a little bit of strength, and then sweeping the faces of everyone, "Even so, I still have to do the night of the wedding with the master." /

Her voice is not loud, but it is enough for everyone to hear clearly. This time, it is even more confusing for the officials, but they understand that whether it is the third prince or Xiaoyaohou, Anyway, they are all the emperor.

Wei Zimo thought, what happened today is just a formality. He has already expressed his position and attitude, "The emperor, the minister is now your courtier."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and embraced him, "Before you were my courtier, you were still my concubine."

Who said he could not be hers if he was named Xiaoyaohou?

Wei Zimo's eyes are slightly cold, obviously unhappy, "Is the emperor rebellious?"

"I have always kept my word." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Could it be that today is not your wedding day with me?"

Wei Zimo's eyes became colder, "Okay."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and then flew him away from the palace.

Baiguan looked up and saw that this big marriage ended like this? Although they knew that the emperor never played cards according to common sense, but this etiquette, the previous store was so big, but now it hastily? This made them feel a little uncomfortable. After all, they left like this before watching the excitement. More importantly, what is the relationship between the emperor and the three princes?

When Mr. Cat saw Feng Aotian leaving, he hurriedly chased him out, thinking that his master was still suffering from abdominal pain, so he felt distressed.

Xing Wuyun looked at the scene in front of him, curled his lips and smiled, and then moved away. His status in Fengqi State was the son of the first prime minister, Xing Wuyun, the veteran in the court naturally knew him, and for his sudden appearance, They were not too surprised, after all, they all knew that this Xing Wuyun was born free and easy, and traveled frequently, and it was not easy to appear.

Lan Jingshu saw all the ministers stunned in place, not knowing whether they were staying or leaving, he said warmly, "Everyone is gone."

"Yes." The officials listened to Lan Jingshu's voice. Now, the biggest one here is Lanxiang.

Lan Jingshu watched the hundreds of officials disperse, and the inside of the Jinluan Temple looked very empty. He raised his eyes and looked around for a week. There was a festive red hung everywhere, flashing his eyes red.

"Go back." Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng and stepped out of the Jinluan Temple.

Yi Mu followed him. This big wedding was really different from what they imagined. There was no noise, but it was gorgeous, not thrilling, but it was shocking, but they were all bystanders. .

Feng Aotian hugged Wei Zimo and walked to the Floating Dream Palace, and then entered the palace. Now, it is just past noon, it is still early, and Feng Aotian is a little bit painful, with a thin layer on his forehead. sweat.

Wei Zimo was dragged into the inner hall by Feng Aotian. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, obviously a little angry, and then he slammed it hard, but unexpectedly pushed away easily. Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian was unstable, stepped back a few steps, endured pain, and then sat on a chair.

Wei Zimo was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped forward, only to find that something was wrong with her, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Aotian leaned weakly in his arms, "You just pushed the master away with a lot of effort."

Wei Zimo has never seen such a Feng Aotian. At this moment, her face is pale, she is completely devoid of the fierceness and domineering of the past, but now, she is slightly weak, and he can't help but feel distressed. stand up.

He lowered his head and watched her fall into his arms like this, with his lips pressed tightly, he raised his hand slightly, and touched her forehead, his palm was really cold, he panicked for no reason, "Chen, go here. Call the imperial physician."

Feng Aotian grabbed his hand, "Help Master to rest on the couch."

Wei Zimo hesitated a bit, but, seeing that she was weakened without the evil spirit of the past, he lifted her up, walked slowly to the bed, and Feng Aotian lay down.

Actually, she is leaving now, but she has to do enough to do the show, otherwise, there will be no effect.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go and bring a cup of hot water to the master."

"Okay." Wei Zimo never thought of caring about others, let alone taking care of them, but seeing Feng Aotian's weak appearance, she didn't even have the strength to speak, he didn't know why, in his heart There was a touch of worry and fear.

He walked quickly to the table, poured hot water, and brought it over. Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master wants you to feed."

Wei Zimo lifted her up from the bed, and Feng Aotian leaned in his arms. He awkwardly handed the tea cup to her lips, "Drink."

Feng Aotian shook his head, "Master has no strength."

"What should I do?" Wei Zimo lowered his head, watching her face become paler.

"You take a sip and feed it to Lord." Feng Aotian stared at his lips under the veil and said.

"At this time, you are still such a rogue." Wei Zimo could not help but roared.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hurry up."

Wei Zimo raised his hand and covered her forehead once again. It was even colder than Shi Cai. After hesitating for a moment, he lifted the hem of the veil reluctantly, took a sip, and slowly lowered his head, close to her lips. , It seemed that she had made a big decision before she printed her lips and poured water into her mouth.

Feng Aotian felt a faint warmth between her lips, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "More."

Wei Zimo plucked up his courage, then took another sip, bowed his head, and fed it to her.

So, she drank a cup, Feng Aotian's expression was slightly relaxed, she looked at Wei Zimo's face, dyed a crimson through the red veil, and looked even more cold and moving.

Now, even if she has the intention, she is powerless and can only lean in his arms, "Let the Lord take a break."

Wei Zimo looked at her like this, and said unbearably, "The minister will ask you a doctor."

"No need." Feng Aotian whispered, "Master just wants to take a break like this."

As she said, she approached him again, sucking in the cold breath from him, and then slowly closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep. The pain was really boring.

Mao Gonggong came in with the soup medicine, and saw Feng Aotian leaning against Wei Zimo's arms pale, he hurried forward, "Master, drink this medicine and it won't hurt."

"No need, after drinking it this time, it will still hurt the next time." Feng Aotian knew that Grandpa Mao deliberately took painkillers, but her body was already losing too much, and now she has managed to get better. If you take painkillers again, your previous efforts will be wasted.

Mao Gonggong looked at her distressedly, and pulled out the silk kerchief from his sleeve to wipe the sweat on her forehead, "But, if you are like this, the slave will be distressed to death."

Feng Aotian opened his eyes slightly, "Master can stand it."

Wei Zimo don't know why Feng Aotian suddenly became so haggard and weak. He looked at Father Cat, "Is the emperor seriously ill?"

"The master's cold air enters his body, causing pain in his body. This will be the case for the past few days." Mr. Mao naturally found a reason. Anyway, as long as the master is more careful, after tonight, the next few days, let him Accompanied, it will be no problem.

Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that she, who has always been as hard as a city wall, had such a fragile side. He watched her endure her pain, but she could hold on so hard, then, this pain How difficult should it be?

The cat father-in-law quickly sat beside Feng Aotian, slid his hand along the robe, and gently rubbed her lower abdomen to relieve her pain.

Wei Zimo sat next to the bed, with Feng Aotian in his arms, and his father-in-law next to him. He was obviously not used to it. It was not easy for Feng Aotian to be so close to him.

He used to move backwards, looking at him, "You stay away from me."

The cat raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "Why don't you rub it?"

When Wei Zimo listened to the words of Mr. Mao, he was startled again and asked him to rub it? This...

The cat's father-in-law retracted his hand and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, the servant will prepare some **** soup."

"Well, go." Feng Aotian nodded.

The cat turned around and left the palace.

Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, suddenly raised his hand on his side, and then placed it on his lower abdomen. It was really cold. He wanted to stop, but looked at her. The sweat on his forehead, under her sign, his palm covered the skin of his lower abdomen, but he did not dare to move.

Feng Aotian’s hand covered the back of his hand and rubbed it lightly. When he got used to it, Feng Aotian let go of her hand. She suddenly felt that being a woman was really hard and she had to endure every time. I feel uncomfortable, and there will be many inconveniences in the future. Thinking about this, I feel depressed.

Xing Wuyun blushed. For the first time, he touched the skin of others, but the touch of his palm was so smooth and tender. He was talented and rubbed the skin of his palm under her demonstration. Also beating.

He raised his eyes and watched Feng Aotian closing his eyes slightly. His free hand took out the Jinpa from his arms and wiped the sweat on her forehead. For the first time, he actually learned How to take care of people.

Feng Aotian half-squinted his eyes, "You are the first person to touch him."

Wei Zimo was startled, then coldly snorted, "Who is rare."

Feng Aotian whispered, "There are so many rare people."

Wei Zimo stopped speaking. Everything that happened in these days was beyond his expectation, especially today's big wedding.

"You have seen that there is such a weak and weak side of the Lord. The Lord has seen the side where you are afraid of injury. In this way, you and mine have seen each other's embarrassed side. Isn't it good?" Feng Aotian said very Low, with a touch of softness.

Wei Zimo looked at her, "okay?"

"Well, very good." Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, "Lord, no matter how bad he is, I still have to spend this night in the bridal chamber."

Wei Zimo gently rubbed the hand of her lower abdomen and pressed hard, "Don't think about it."

Feng Aotian bit her lip in pain because of his actions like this, and looked at him, "It hurts."

When Wei Zimo saw her in a cold sweat, he just couldn't help losing his temper because of her teasing, so he started to heavier, but when he saw her pain like this, he couldn't help feeling distressed. .

He became soft and sighed quietly, "You are sure I can't do anything to you, right?"

Feng Aotian raised his head slightly, "Wipe the sweat for the father."

Wei Zimo was angry and annoyed seeing her like this, but still raised his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Mao Mao got this **** soup and walked in. He deliberately avoided it. Put some brown sugar and red dates in the **** soup, but it was not easy to notice.

He walked to the bed and said, "Master, slave, feed you."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then leaned against Wei Zimo's arms and looked at Father Cat.

The cat father-in-law looked at Wei Zimo's uncomfortable look at him again, and then handed him the bowl, "You feed him."

Then he got up and stepped out of the bedroom.

Wei Zimo lowered his head and looked at the **** soup in the bowl. The color was darker than the past, and he could smell the fragrance of red dates. He couldn't help but be a little puzzled. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. Why do you want to put red dates in the **** soup?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Lord's blood is insufficient."

Wei Zimo looked at her, now that she is indeed somewhat, simply, and no longer asks, he scooped it with a spoon and placed it on her lips. This time, Feng Aotian did not let him feed it himself.

Feng Aotian drank it one bite at a time, and suddenly thought that she used to take care of people, but now, it's rare to be taken care of. I feel that this is really good.

After drinking the **** soup, Feng Aotian felt that there was no pain like that of a talent, but Wei Zimo felt a little strange.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"

"Your signs are like a woman coming to Kuishui." Wei Zimo couldn't help saying.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Would you like to let the master take off his shirt, can you verify it yourself?"

"No need." Wei Zimo just said, thinking about making fun of her, who knew that she was such a wild corpse, he was not ready to meet her naked.

Feng Aotian knew that her current signs would naturally arouse his suspicion, but she was more determined, and would naturally not look at Wei Zimo's temperament.

Feng Aotian leaned in Wei Zimo's arms, very comfortable, and then said, "Master thought you would like to see it."

Wei Zimo glared at Feng Aotian, "You're better now, and you've become more and more dishonest."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "When is the Lord passing by?"

Wei Zimo listened to Feng Aotian's words, although she was handsome, with an indefinable androgynous face, and the talented and weak that only a woman had, he suddenly had the illusion that she was Woman, but now, seeing her slippery and talking about the frivolous words that a man can speak, he feels that he is really too suspicious, how can he treat her as a woman? How is she like a woman?

Feng Aotian saw that Wei Zimo was losing her mind, she suddenly bullied herself, pressed him in her arms, raised her hand, and wanted to lift his veil.

Wei Zimo quickly regained consciousness, holding her hand, "What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian was so tossed, now looking at the sky outside, it is already dark, her mouth is smiling evilly, "Such a beautiful scene, you know * a moment is worth a thousand dollars. "

Wei Zimo listened to Feng Aotian's words, and once again affirmed that Feng Aotian is an out-and-out disciple, why would he think she is a woman?

He raised his hand to push her away, "I can't help it."

Feng Aotian listened to his decisive refusal, she smiled deeply, took out her hand from his hand, and gently slid across his brows with her fingertips, touching the cinnabar between her brows Mole, across the veil, gently stroked along the face.

Wei Zimo turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to her, "If you are forced to come, you know my temper."

Feng Aotian knew that he was threatening her. Her current physical strength is very weak and she can never subdue him. His temperament is stubborn. If it is strong, it will be the end of the jade.

"Well, my temper is not small." Feng Aotian nodded, and his fingertips had already picked up his wedding dress and scattered them on his side.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You should also be aware of your temper. You like to use the strong one the most."

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