[69 Book Bar - www.] "Nothing, I just want to meet your master and see what he looks like as an old man?" Leng Wuxin casually found an excuse to stall.

"Could it be related to the map displayed in He's wall?" the clever Feng Xiye guessed.

"No." Leng Wuxin's eyes flickered and he shook his head in denial.

"Xin'er, I don't want there to be secrets between us. This will arouse suspicion, which is not good." Feng Xiye stared at Leng Wuxin and said with a very serious expression.

"Well, I said, it is indeed related to the secrets in He's wall. After looking at He's wall a few days ago, the map that appeared in it showed that the place is Qiyun Mountain in Danmu Kingdom. In other words, I want to find

My things are on Qiyun Mountain." This time, Leng Wuxin didn't hide anything and spoke frankly.

"I'll make some arrangements, and we'll leave for Qiyun Mountain tomorrow." Feng Xiye knew that Leng Wuxin was eager to save her mother, so she held her hand and sent her considerate voice into her ears.

"Ye, I've thought about it. It's better to wait until after our wedding before going to Qiyun Mountain. If we go now, we will have to return to Fengyu Country for the wedding. It's too troublesome and a waste of time to come back and forth." Leng Wuxin

Analyze.

"But……"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Leng Wuxin.

"Nothing but, just listen to me this time." She said resolutely. Every time, Feng Xiye silently paid for her. This time, she also wanted to pay, so that he could accompany her father to spend a new life.

age.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Looking at the beloved woman with a smile, Feng Xiye's eyes were full of doting.

Happy days always pass by quickly. In the blink of an eye, the new year has passed, and it is already February in early spring. In a few days, it will be a good day for Feng Xiye and Leng Wuxin to get married.

During this month and a half, Emperor Feng Yu, under Feng Xiye's persuasion, had made the third prince Feng Xichen the crown prince.

In February, a cold spring day, the sun breaks through the clouds and reflects the flowers.

In the morning, Leng Wuxin had just gotten up. Uncle Zhong came to report that Nangong Liufeng was here. He was talking to Feng Xiye in the study and asked her to come too.

After washing up, as a happy event was approaching, Leng Wuxin picked a pink spring dress and put it on, which made the skin on her face become whiter and more delicate.

Walking to the study, Feng Xiye was dressed in white clothes, elegant and graceful, while Nangong Liufeng was dressed in dazzling red clothes, elegant and elegant. The two of them sat at the table with frowns on their faces, as if something bad had happened?

"Ye, what happened?" Leng Wuxin opened his lips and asked after stepping into the solemn study room.

"Nangong Lily is missing."

These few words made Leng Wuxin's beautiful eyebrows frown, "She won't secretly escape back to Yucheng, right?"

"This is very likely. She was forced to take her away from Feng Yu Country after I tapped her sleeping hole. It's all my fault that she slipped away." Nangong Liufeng said angrily.

"This woman still refuses to give up. Ye, do you have any news over there?" Leng Wuxin looked at Feng Xiye and asked seriously.

"We have sent out manpower to look for him, but there is no news yet." Feng Xiye shook his head and said.

"You should withdraw the people. Nangong Baihe's target is just you and me. If we don't go to her, she will naturally come to us." Leng Wuxin analyzed calmly with a cold face.

"You're right." Feng Xiye nodded in agreement.

The three of them talked for a while, and then Leng Wuxin left the study. The wedding was going to be held in a few days. In these days, they had to try on wedding dresses and choose jewelry, and there were a lot of tedious things to do.

The days passed by in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye it was the eighth day of February, this festive day.

In order to facilitate the reception, Leng Wuxin temporarily moved out of Feng Xiye's mansion and moved into a post house. He also arranged for several palace maids to serve him.

Early in the morning, red silk was flying in the post house, and magpies were standing in pairs on the branches and chirping happily.

Before dawn, Leng Wuxin was woken up by the palace maids and dragged into a bathtub filled with flower petals to take a bath. After taking a bath, Leng Wuxin wore a luxurious and complicated red wedding dress and sat in front of the makeup mirror. Wedding Dress

It is embroidered with beautiful patterns, which looks beautiful and noble.

Several maids were waiting behind her, putting makeup on her.

It took nearly an hour to finally finish applying makeup.

Sitting quietly in front of the makeup mirror, looking at myself in the mirror, her eyebrows are picturesque, lightly rouged, and a beautiful plum blossom is placed between her eyebrows. She is enchanting and elegant, and has unparalleled elegance.

She smiled with satisfaction.

Time passed quietly, and finally I heard the sound of firecrackers and ritual music coming from outside the post house.

"The sedan is here, quickly cover your head, the bride is about to get on the sedan." A palace maid outside the door shouted excitedly.

Hearing this voice, Leng Wuxin felt that it sounded familiar. Before she could think about it carefully, a piece of silk handkerchief embroidered with dragons and phoenixes had already covered her head, blocking all her sight.

The palace maid who shouted just now also walked into the room, and as she walked in, a unique fragrance filled the room.

"The Fu Shengxiang of the Snow Clan."

Smelling this familiar fragrance, Leng Wuxin's eyes flashed with shock. She quickly held her breath, raised her hand to pull off the hijab on her head, and glanced around the room with a frown.

The maids in the room were all fascinated by the fragrance and lay on the cold ground.

What shocked her the most was that the palace maid who ran in just now stood in front of her, with a face exactly like Nangong Lily.

However, through those eyes filled with overwhelming hatred, she remembered a person, a person she thought should have died long ago.

"Who are you? How come you are smeared with the Fu Sheng incense of the Snow Clan on your body?"

Leng Wuxin asked as he raised his inner strength and opened the closed window with one palm, allowing fresh air to enter the house and dilute the fragrance in the house.

"It seems that the old man is right, Leng Wuxin, you are indeed a saint of the Snow Clan. As far as I know, saints of the Snow Clan are not allowed to marry foreigners. You are marrying Feng Xiye now, which is against the law."

According to the rules of the Snow Clan, one must be punished by the Snow God." The vicious eyes of the palace maid who resembled Nangong Baihe showed obvious hatred.

"You are not Nangong Baihe, who exactly are you?"

From the call just now, Leng Wuxin judged that the woman in front of him was definitely not Nangong Lily. When Nangong Lily called Feng Xiye, she always called him 'Brother Ye' and would not call him by his first name.

Leng Wuxin had a vague guess in her heart, but she was not sure.

"You are smart. Of course I am not Nangong Baihe. That stupid woman Nangong Baihe died half a month ago." The palace maid smiled coldly.

"Who are you?" He asked again in a cold voice.
Chapter completed!