Chang'an Street, Cixin Temple, hundreds of miles of red silk, drums and music shake the sky.

Today, the previous princess Deyang got married.

The red silk is tied with mangroves and black tiles, and the crimson flows everywhere. The gongs and drums are clamoring in the sky, but it has never added a bit of joy to the dead ancient capital.

The drums and music of the prosperous era that lasted for hundreds of miles were always blowing and coming to Cixin Temple near the suburbs of the city.

The people of Chang'an followed along, looking at the luxurious show, their faces were filled with a cold sneer.

In Cixin Temple.

"Princess, Xue Ling is willing to marry for you!" A girl with picturesque eyebrows and eyes was full of tears, kneeling on the cold and harsh blue bricks. The dull sound of her knees colliding with the ground was filled with deep pain and despair.

By the window, there was a thin woman standing pretty and staring out of the window in a daze. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, wearing a phoenix-painted dress with gold silk, and a nine-tailed phoenix crown on her head. The pearls and treasures were shining with dazzling light in the blue and white sunlight passing through the window. However, the beautiful face with a painted black painted face was as pale as paper.

"Marry on behalf of others?" A sharp voice laughed, like the sound when a cat claw scratched the porcelain bowl, which was harsh and harsh, "Okay, the grace of the emperor, gives you a choice. If Princess Deyang does not marry, Xue Ling will marry on behalf of her. Princess Deyang will shaved and become a monk here. She will not be allowed to step out of Cixin Temple for her whole life."

Before he finished speaking, the nun who had been holding the orphan's sword, took a step forward and stood with Xiniang holding a bright red veil.

Xue Ling stared at the two of them, one was the wedding girl, the other was the nun, the cold sword on the one hand, and the festive red handkerchief on the other hand, and neither of these were the path her master should have taken!

"I'll marry!"

In the dead silence, a clear and cold voice sounded, light and violent, with emotionless calmness, faintly brushing through everyone's ears.

The eunuch who was sarcastic before suddenly changed his face and stared at the woman's slender back in disbelief. He suddenly spoke, and his sharp voice shaved his eardrums again: "Princess Deyang, think clearly, the person you are going to marry is the proton of another country under my Da Shang Dynasty, and... hehe, he is still a helpless fool!"

Princess Deyang suddenly turned around, her beautiful face was solemn. Her phoenix eyes were as snowy as she stared at the eunuch coldly, her bright red lips slightly opened and closed, and her cold voice as cold as ice made people's hearts tremble: "So what? Isn't this what your master wants to see?"

The eunuch was still slightly open, as if he had nothing to say and was frozen by the Binghan coming towards him before he could only tremble his lips and stare at the majestic Princess Deyang.

Deyang's beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a terrifying aura suddenly rose, slowly dissipating in the Great Hall: "Hmph, of course, he hopes that this princess will become a monk here, so that he can secretly cross Chencang..."

The eunuch and the people he brought behind all shuddered. Even if Princess Deyang has become a princess of the previous dynasty, her aura is still so powerful that the royal majesty cannot be trampled on!

"Tell him back, don't think about it!" Deyang's phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and his momentum was surging, "As long as I live for one day, he will not want to sleep for a day! Even if he can do whatever he wants, he will not want to insult me ​​Deyang at all!"

The sounds were deafening, and the eunuchs were scolded to pieces and left in a mess.
Chapter completed!