Chapter 242

Feng Jiuxi slightly turned his head to see her. His eyes were shining like stars. "Are you really going to marry me?"

Hearing the speech, Yan Qing frowned, "do you think the king's battle today is for family?"

Also... Feng Jiuxi raised her eyes and looked at the magnificent team of red makeup in front of her. She didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the final analysis, she and Yanqing just confirmed that they had not had a long relationship, but because of such a thing, she married him directly.

Is it fate.

Seeing two people whispering like no one else, the prince was almost mad.

"Feng Jiuxi, don't worry about your happiness and forget who else I have..." said the prince magically took out a pinch of black hair from his arms and wanted to remind her that Feng Ziyan was in his hand. "As long as you marry me today, I guarantee that he will be safe."

As soon as he finished, Feng Jiuxi couldn't help laughing, "Puff..."

The prince's face suddenly changed. Did she find the truth? No, she hasn't seen the Feng family yet.

"What are you laughing at?" the prince asked, and when he saw Feng Jiuxi's expression, he despised it more and more.

He wants to cover the white wolf with empty hands, and doesn't look at his own pounds.

Feng Jiuxi glanced at him with cold eyes, "don't pretend. My son is well at home. If you want to threaten me, at least find a better reason. This move is too bad."

Unexpectedly, Feng Jiuxi exposed the lie so soon. The prince felt more ashamed and angry in the face of passers-by's questioning eyes.

"Does the prince have anything else to say?" a cold voice came with contempt.

As soon as the prince raised his head and made an undisguised mockery of shangyanqing, he was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. Now he has lost several times. In addition, his wedding team has no battle with him. The prince can only bite his teeth and wave behind him.

As soon as his team pushed away, the streets became much more spacious.

Yan Qing slowly stretched out a hand in front of Feng Jiuxi, "let's go, my princess."

Feng Jiuxi's heart was too sweet to melt. She gently touched him with a white, tender and very soft Yi. "In the future, you have to hold on."

Yanqing didn't speak, just grabbed her hand with incomparable strength and absolute tenderness.

In the envious eyes of a crowd, under the witness of heaven and earth, Yanqing led Feng Jiuxi all the way to the long-awaited float.

Just when the huge team was finally about to leave, two rows of well-equipped bodyguards suddenly rushed away from the crowd and lined up on both sides, and then a magnificent imperial frame slowly drove over.

"What is the meaning of what Pluto did today?" the man's voice experienced the ups and downs of years, with vicissitudes and a sense of dignity.

Originally, the mentally depressed prince, as soon as he saw someone coming, immediately got up and shouted, "father, Emperor!"

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxi, who had just got on the float, was also stunned. Unexpectedly, even the emperor came

Yanqing calmly looked at the man who had come in front of him. His momentum was awe inspiring. The aura of a superior was no weaker than that of the king of a country in front of him, and even there was a faint tendency to oppress him.

The emperor clenched his fist quietly, and the bottom of his eyes flashed a trace of fierceness.

From childhood to mostly, no matter how he disguises himself, he always seems to be lower in front of his brother!

The first emperor passed the throne directly to this man who had no intention of ruling. Why!