No wonder it is said that even the masters of Thunder Tribulation cannot compete in the face of a large enough army.

Strong morale and courage, blood and murderous intent, mixed together, will form an unstoppable momentum whirlpool. Any master of the soul who encounters it will fail before fighting, and it is difficult to use half of its own strength.

Did the eldest princess come here today to give him a first blow?

Even if you are a grandmaster, you are not enough in front of me. You have to be honest, you know?

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but think of the emperor he assassinated.

If the other party had already noticed his thoughts and true strength at that time, he probably wouldn't have let him get close to him so easily no matter what. He probably would have at least let some soldiers who have actually been on the battlefield and killed people stand outside.

Protect.

With this thought in mind, he quickly walked through the small square-like courtyard, climbed the steps, and came to the corridor.

The silver-armored guards standing neatly on both sides of the corridor were all women, and they all looked at him with cold eyes.

The pressure suddenly increased.

Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door, without hesitation, knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and cupped his hands, and said respectfully to the inside: "Your Majesty, Lingxiao Zongchu Feiyang, welcomes you!"

The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the Yaohua Palace.

At this time, Nangong Huoyue, the first queen of Great Yan, was still wearing her wedding robe, standing in front of the mirror in the room, looking at herself in the mirror quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yuewu reminded him softly in the room: "Your Majesty, Mr. Chu is here."

Nangong Huoyue looked at the majestic and delicate face in the mirror, as well as the tall and graceful figure. Her face changed for a while, and suddenly she said in a cold voice: "Yuewu, how about you put on my wedding robe and go to the church to get married with him?"

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Yue Wu's face changed slightly and she didn't know how to answer.

The fists in Nangong Huoyue's sleeves suddenly clenched slowly. He looked at himself in the mirror, with flames igniting in his eyes. He secretly gritted his teeth and said: "How can I, the majestic king of a country, give him... a concubine!"

Upon hearing this, Yuewu said doubtfully: "Your Majesty, as long as you and Mr. Chu go to court and get married, you will naturally become the legal wife. Even if he has a legal wife, he will naturally step down and become a concubine. How can he compete with you, Your Majesty? Moreover,

Mr. Chu would not dare to treat you like this."

Nangong Huoyue suddenly sneered, with flames flashing in his eyes, and said: "What is he afraid of? He can even... hum, he can even break the sky. You underestimate him!"

Yue Wu said respectfully: "The lady of Mr. Chu's family will naturally know the importance. If she doesn't know the importance, my subordinates and Yueying will go find her."

Nangong Huoyue's eyes flashed, glanced at her, and said: "It's just you? She can't even me..."

She didn't say any more, and remained silent for a long time. There was a trace of self-mockery in her eyes. She couldn't help but reappear that figure in her mind, and said bitterly: "She has already planned everything, and he, but..."

Yuewu was confused, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She was silent for a moment and said respectfully: "If your Majesty is really unwilling, you can regret the engagement."

Nangong Huoyue suddenly turned around, looked at her coldly and said, "You don't want to?"

Yuewu suddenly knelt down on the ground, lowered his head and said, "I don't want to get married, I want to serve your majesty forever."

Nangong Huoyue raised her eyebrows and said, "What if it's Mr. Luo?"

Yuewu lowered his head, his cheeks were slightly red, and he said nothing.

Nangong Huoyue stared at her with pity for a while, then suddenly laughed at himself and sighed: "You are so stupid, as stupid as me, to be fooled by that liar."

Yue Wu's face was full of doubts.

Nangong Huoyue was silent again, and said with resentment in her eyes: "I just don't want to follow his rules. I don't want to continue to be like a clown in the eyes of some people, performing narcissistically on the stage.

, I don’t want to be ridiculed by her anymore... So, Yue Wu, you just have to help me worship him, and I will be the one who really gets married to him."

Yuewu said respectfully: "Your Majesty, after these etiquettes of worshiping ancestors, worshiping heaven, and worshiping the church, that is the real marriage. If you avoid these, then you and Mr. Chu are not considered a real couple..."

Nangong Huoyue fell into silence for a long time after hearing this, and looked at herself in the mirror again.

After a while, she asked: "Yuewu, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Yue Wu immediately said: "Of course Your Majesty is beautiful! Anyone who has met Your Majesty will praise His Majesty's beauty in their hearts."

Nangong Huoyue's face did not show any expression of joy. She looked at her face and figure in the mirror and said in a complicated tone: "That's because you haven't seen her yet..."

Yuewu hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "What your Majesty said is..."

Nangong Huoyue didn't answer, and stared at herself in the mirror for a while, then suddenly asked: "Do I need to cover my head later?"

Yuewu said: "Your Majesty, you don't need to wear it for the time being. After all, you have to go to worship your ancestors and heaven first. It won't be too late to put it on again when you go to the church."

"But, I want to wear it now..."

Otherwise, she would feel ashamed to go out...

Yue Wu said respectfully: "If your Majesty wants to wear it, you can."

"Will anyone laugh at me?"

"No one dares."

Nangong Huoyue hesitated again, then suddenly made up his mind, turned around and said: "Let's go, don't wear it!"

Then, with a majestic face and a cold tone, he said: "Whoever dares to laugh will be killed!"

Yueying's cold voice immediately came from outside the door: "Yes!"

"Squeak..."

The door opens.

When Nangong Huoyue, wearing a crown and dragging a red skirt, walked to the door, she suddenly stopped and looked outside with some anxiety.

The Queen, who had always been decisive, became hesitant again at this moment.

Yueying became more and more confused, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

At this time, the voice came again from the corridor outside the door: "Your Majesty, Lingxiao Zongchu Feiyang, respectfully welcomes you!"

"fraud!"

Nangong Huoyue couldn't help but cursed secretly in her heart, and then her eyes flashed with anger, and she strode out with her head held high and her chest held high.

This is her territory, what is she afraid of?

Now he was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, not even daring to look at her. What was she afraid of?

She is now his queen! His master!

It's him who should be afraid!

Moreover, he didn't know that she was that shameful little licker...

Thinking of this, she was no longer afraid.

When she walked out of the door and saw a figure kneeling on one knee in the corridor, with his head lowered and his face full of respect, she felt less and less afraid.

She dragged her long skirt and stopped in front of him, deliberately getting very close to him, making him seem to be kneeling under her red skirt. Then she looked down at him condescendingly, looking down at him with a cold and arrogant face, and did not immediately let him get up.

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Luo Qingzhou knelt on the ground with one knee, lowered his head, looking at her red skirt and the slender little feet looming under the skirt, and said nothing.

There was silence in the corridor.

Nangong Huoyue looked outside Yaohua Palace with revenge.

That despicable woman must be watching right now!

A long time passed.

She said in a majestic tone: "Get up."

Luo Qingzhou slowly stood up and stretched out his hand.

Nangong Huoyue raised her eyebrows and asked deliberately: "What are you doing?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said respectfully: "Prince Duan said that I should hold His Majesty's hand and go to the imperial mausoleum to worship."

"snort!"

Nangong Huoyue snorted coldly and said, "Did Uncle Duan say so, or did you want to lead him yourself?"

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to answer, she said coldly: "You'd better think about it before you answer."

Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment and said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Prince Duan ordered it. He said it was a rule."

Nangong Huoyue narrowed her eyes, and when she was about to continue to embarrass him, her eyes suddenly looked at his chest, she was silent for a moment, stretched out her jade hand, and said with a cold face: "I am the emperor, if you touch me, from now on

From now on, you will be mine, and you must think carefully about whether you will work for me or serve me."

Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, she stretched out her beautiful hand, stuffed it into his palm, and said with cold arrogance and majesty: "Let's go."

Yueying behind him looked at this scene with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said quickly: "Get off!"

The band outside the gate started playing music again.

Luo Qingzhou gently held Empress Dayan's soft and smooth hands, smelled the fragrance on her body, stepped on the red carpet and stepped on the petals, and slowly walked out.

Outside the gate, the Qin family's eyes quickly caught sight of them.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and tightened his palms slightly.

Next to him, Nangong Huoyue seemed to notice his nervousness. He glanced outside and his eyes fell on the snow-white figure.
Chapter completed!