"Master Jing, please choose a man as your partner for the opening dance." Marlow reminded softly from the side, as if he was standing by the Naihe Bridge urging people to reincarnate.

Duan Moyan glared at him, then turned to look at the four people standing in front of her.

Under the dazzling crystal lamp, Pei Ji's deep eyes were firmly locked on her, but when the two looked at each other, he smiled to himself and looked away.

Bai Yixing always maintained a humble and peaceful smile, like a good teacher and helpful friend, nodding gently towards her to encourage her.

Joyce's emotions were the most exposed. He pursed his lips tightly and had an aggrieved expression on his face, as if to say: If you don't choose me, I will cry for you.

Duan Moyan was really embarrassed to face so many people watching her. She quietly rubbed the ground with her heels. When she turned her eyes, she realized that Jing Yi was the only one not looking at her from beginning to end.

He stood sideways, his face facing the direction of the window, his body upright, his face as sinking as water, his ice-blue eyes wandering, not knowing where they landed.

In the eyes of others, Jing Yi is thinking about national affairs, but in fact he is just in a daze.

He is twenty-nine years old this year. He is the core of the new generation of a military family. He is the eldest son among the men in this family. He was specially trained since birth because of his special genetic talent. Jing Yi, who is in a high position, has not known what it feels like to compete with others for a long time.

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And he didn't have the slightest grasp of this kind of competition, which only brought him an unfamiliar throbbing and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Marshal." A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Jing Yi was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw Duan Moyan looking at him, with a hint of questioning in his eyes.

Jing Yi looked at her with disbelief in his eyes: "You choose me?"

Duan Moyan felt the pressure coming from all directions. She thought about it and finally nodded hard.

"Um."

Almost as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt that Jing Yi's whole body was gradually cracking like an ice sculpture, turning from an unreachable symbol into a human being with flesh and blood.

He slowly stretched out his hand towards her. He didn't wear gloves today, and his long and well-proportioned knuckles had countless scars. These were pitiful hands. Duan Moyan took it without hesitation, holding his palm

When you close them together, the strength and warmth of another person comes from your palms.

"Selected, play music, play music!" Marlowe shouted, and finally the sound of music started. The orchestra that had been waiting on the second floor began to work, and the soothing sound of the violin washed away the jealousy and dissatisfaction in the air, echoing leisurely

In the dome.

No matter how unwilling the other candidates are, they can only retreat to the surroundings of the hall, waiting for the next opportunity to dance together.

The dazzling lights gradually dimmed and turned into colorful fragments of light falling on everyone. Looking from a distance, the pairs of figures in the center of the hall seemed to be walking in the galaxy.

Pei Ji grinded his back molars, suppressed the discomfort in his heart and slowly exhaled a breath. He leaned on the railing and looked sideways at the man standing next to him.

Joyce's reaction was even greater. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and his neatly combed red hair immediately burned, sparks flying down, making him look like a man on fire.

Pei Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a confused expression. Joyce wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands and stared at him with red eyes: "Look at what I'm doing, do you want to fight!!"

Pei Ji spread his hands innocently: No, please do it yourself.

However, no matter what others think, Duan Moyan actually chose Jing Yi to dance first simply because she felt that he was the oldest and had the highest official position present, so she should choose him from a courtesy point of view, without any additional thoughts.

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Under everyone's jealous gazes, Jing Yi led her slowly onto the dance floor. His body was tall and straight, standing in front of him like a gorgeous wall.

The orchestra played a Viennese waltz. The melody was very soothing and elegant. The physical contact between the two parties was just enough, and the distance between them was just right. Their hearts beat in circles and dance steps.

But Duan Moyan doesn't know how to dance. She doesn't have any charming thoughts. The only thing she prays for is not to step on Jing Yi's feet, and then it ends quickly!

"If you are nervous about tomorrow's ceremony, there is no need. These people here are not qualified to participate in the competition, and they cannot influence your path. Only you can lead you."

"Now, raise your head and don't look down." The voice above his head whispered, and Duan Moyan looked up at him in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I can't dance..."

"Why do you need to apologize?"

At such a close distance, Jing Yi's facial features were so handsome that they were almost miraculous. She was immersed in his sea-blue eyes for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she found that he was correcting her posture.

Jing Yi didn't care at all about her novice dance steps and lightly touched her arm, "Lift your elbow as if someone is holding it."

"Straighten your back." The other hand held her waist.

This action, if not for this occasion, really seemed like he was instructing her in martial arts and marksmanship.

The eyes of the onlookers were so red that they were bleeding, but Jing Yi didn't care about the opinions of others at all. He was always single-minded when teaching. Usually, his status as a senior officer gave him too many constraints, causing many people to forget about the Jing family.

He also comes from a famous family, and he has the same skills that a noble son should know.

Duan Moyan stumbled and barely kept up with the music. Her left hand held Jing Yi's upper arm, and her right hand rested on his palm. The touch of his skin was lower than that of ordinary people, like touching a large piece of cold jade.

Duan Moyan's eyes involuntarily moved from his chest to his hands. The scars there destroyed the beauty of the hands. Their two hands, one large and one small, were held together, making them look like Beauty and the Beast.

"You have already tried your best. It is not your fault. The old giants and twisted cancers cannot be removed overnight. If one knife cannot do it, then try another knife." Jing Yi said calmly.

Duan Moyan was stunned by these words. She didn't pay attention, and she seemed to have stepped on something raised under her feet.

hiss--

Her face turned green: "Marshal, I'm sorry..."

Jing Yi didn't even change his expression. He lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Concentrate."

Anyone who dared to step on the commander of the three armies would probably have grass on his grave that was already three feet high. Duan Moyan did not dare to do it again and concentrated on dancing with him.

As soon as the song closed, the hall became quiet again, and the men around her were about to move. Jing Yi still looked down at her. Although his expression was still calm, there seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes. The hand on her waist tightened again and again, Duan Mo

Yan was a little confused, but the next second, he let go of his hand.

The second dance partner was Bai Yixing. He looked at her with a smile, his golden hair bathed in light like a god, "Mo Yan, don't you know if I have the honor to ask you to dance?"

Duan Moyan put her hand on his palm and smiled: "Okay."

The smooth tapping of the piano keys scattered broken notes in the hall. Probably taking her physical strength into consideration, Bai Yixing did not make too many movements. He was like a stable and reliable tree, letting Duan Moyan grow around him.

"I'm sorry, but we ended up with this result." Bai Yixing said, "Even if we put together the few of us, we can't stop the entire Oviweiya. It will only put you in a dangerous situation."

"But don't worry, after tomorrow, we will temporarily hold back the parliament and the head of state. You can go to Hoben Lazhou or the Central Federation."

Bai Yixing looked at her, "A temporary compromise is nothing. No one can influence you. I've known this a long time ago." He smiled.

Duan Moyan bared her teeth: "President Bai, what do you think I want to do to the people in the parliament in the future?"

"What?"

"Arrange ten forced blind dates for each of them."

He couldn't help laughing.

Looking at his smile, Duan Moyan asked curiously: "What animal is your genetic bloodline?"

Bai Yixing: "What does Jingzhu think it is?"

Duan Moyan really thought about it seriously: "I think it might be some kind of golden bird, like a canary, a golden weaver..."

The smile on Bai Yixing's face became lighter. He stretched out his arm and asked her to turn in a circle, and said in a calm voice: "You guessed it wrong, I'm not that good."

Duan Moyan didn't believe it: "That is?"

Bai Yixing didn't answer. He just held her hand tightly and kept her spinning around him, never moving away.

He seems to never deviate or waver.

When the music stopped, Bai Yixing slowly let go of her hand. He bowed and made a gentleman's salute, with his hair hanging down: "If Master Jing still wants to know next time, I will definitely tell you."

Duan Moyan returned the gift, and when she turned around, she vaguely heard a gentle sigh behind her.

Almost as soon as the news came out that Duan Moyan was going to choose a fiancée, voting channels sprung up on various websites like mushrooms after a rain.

Although the federal government has repeatedly stated that Master Jing’s fiancée is only tentative, and Master Jing is still young and will not get married immediately. However, this does not prevent the people of the entire Federation from pursuing this annual feast. They are not qualified to choose.

It's okay to join in the fun.

Therefore, the painting styles of various folk lace websites are as follows:

[The wedding of the century! Who will the youngest and most promising lord of the Federation choose as her husband?]

[The voting channel for thirty-five people has been opened, cast a vote for the candidate you support!]

At first, the organizers thought that the number of participants was only a few hundred million. Unexpectedly, they underestimated the popularity of this wedding of the century. In just half a month, the number of participants exceeded 1.3 billion.

In addition to official voting, some organizations in gray areas also engaged in gambling. They used the selection of fiancées as a banker and bought different odds for thirty-five candidates. Among them, Jing Yi and

Bai Yixing has the lowest odds.

Just because of an exceptional selection, Oviwei's social attention in Asia has doubled, prices have increased by one-tenth, Internet traffic has increased dramatically, and more people are starting their own businesses. There are even people slapping Marseille in the face.

The anchors of the grid have produced various speculation videos and interpretation videos to attract attention.

"Here is the news from Xiao A: We can see from the shortlist that the balance of the five major genetic species has once again been broken. There are 21 land beast candidates, accounting for 60%, and more than 99% of them are carnivores.

Beast-like beasts; the second-ranked flying beast has 10 candidates, accounting for 28.5%; water beasts have 3 candidates, accounting for 8.5%; reptiles have only 1 candidate, and insects have 0, falling below zero.

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"It is not difficult for us to see that a society dominated by lions and tigers may come again in the future. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? The herbivore geneticist Xiao A calls for equal rights!"

"The following is just a personal guess: Judging from Jingzhu's usual friends and life circle, only four of the thirty-five people have close contacts with her. The probability of these four people being selected is at least ten times that of the rest.

.I don’t know who everyone is supporting. I only know that you can take these men away as you like. Lord Jing asked me to come..."

There were a lot of hot searches outside about this wedding of the century, but Duan Moyan cast a dark eye on it.

Yesterday's Shura Dinner lasted until nine o'clock in the evening. Because there were too many people, the remaining thirty or so people after Pei Ji could only dance with themselves or with each other.

Why is it like this? Can't purifiers have free love? What kind of arranged marriages are they doing? It's rubbish!

She sat in front of the dressing table with a livid face, surrounded by seven or eight makeup artists and stylists. Some were busy arranging her hair, some were busy taking care of her dress, some were adjusting the base color of her makeup, and some

are currently in line with external relations.

"Master Jing, please cheer up. Today is the highlight. The conferment ceremony will be held at nine o'clock in the morning. I will tell you the specific process. First, the head of state Hope gave a speech, then the representative of the Senate President spoke, and then the military

General Stewart delivered a speech, and the representative of the senior decontamination division delivered a speech..."

Duan Moyan mechanically stirred the coffee in the cup in front of him and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"After the host has finished his opening speech, you will receive the Great Purifier Medal from the Parliament, and then there will be an introduction and entrance ceremony for the thirty-five candidates, introducing their identities, positions, families, specialty options, etc...

"

Suddenly a voice outside the door shouted: "Master Jing, someone has brought you a gift!"

Duan Moyan rubbed her face and raised her head: "What?"

An attendant walked in, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box solemnly: "The visitor is anonymous, but I saw that the attendant's car was a standard car for high-ranking officials."

Duan Moyan looked at the gift box in front of him. It was as big as a book and was wrapped in expensively printed gold foil paper. It shone with the aura of a rich man. This style of painting did not look like the work of Bai Yixing or Jing Yi. It felt similar to that of Bai Yixing or Jing Yi.

Joyce is a better match.

Ms. Reina came out from behind: "I need to check it out." She used some kind of small instrument that she carried with her and scanned it for a while. "No unknown energy fluctuations or toxins were found. It is tentatively safe."

Reina removed the gold foil packaging for her. The book inside was a thin book, lying calmly on the table. The words "My Secret" were written in gold foil on the cover.

Duan Moyan looked at it curiously. She reached out and opened the first page. The title page was a painting. It was an oil painting style with bright colors. In the painting, a goddess in a white robe was standing in the sun, with countless bowed heads underneath.

The evil ghost. This is a picture of the Deputy Virgin Mary Crossing the World. The brushstrokes are very good, but Duan Moyan always feels that something is weird.

She continued to flip down, and when she reached the second page, she suddenly felt a tingling pain in her fingers. Duan Moyan was startled, but when she looked carefully, she saw that there were no wounds on her fingers, only a tiny blood spot that was too small to be seen clearly.

"What's wrong with you?" Lena asked from the side.

Duan Moyan rubbed his fingers, "There is a burr."

"I'll disinfect it right away." Reina turned around and took out the alcohol cotton.

While Reina was dealing with it, Duan Moyan continued to open the pages of the book. There was also an oil painting behind the title page. The style of the painting was the same as the previous Madonna portrait. In the painting, a female general wearing half armor was sitting.

By the pool, she combed her blood-stained hair with her hands.
Chapter completed!