At noon the next day, Leng Yuhan walked into the main room where Chu Qianfeng lived with slumped shoulders and big dark circles on his face.

"Chu Qianfeng, this king is here."

With a sense of helplessness in his words, Leng Yuhan stepped into the room and glanced around the room. It turned out that Ran Qingchen, Mo Yuzhuang and Lingwan had been invited by Chu Qianfeng.

"Yuzhuang, how are you doing?"

This was the first time Leng Yuhan saw Mo Yuzhuang after falling off the mountain. Although it was only a day apart, Leng Yuhan seemed to have been away for a year, and he was worried about Mo Yuzhuang's physical condition.[

"Well, much better."

Seeing the bright red wedding dress that Leng Yuhan was wearing, Mo Yuzhuang's eyes turned slightly dark, and he turned his head away, looking back lightly.

"Are you blaming me?"

Changing Mo Yuzhuang's face that was not looking at him, Leng Yuhan knew that Mo Yuzhuang was looking at his clothes in a dazzling way.

"Yu Zhuang doesn't dare!"

The darkness became darker and darker. Mo Yuzhuang looked at the real worry on Leng Yuhan's face, moved her thin lips, and finally swallowed what she wanted to say.

"Do you blame me?"

The injuries on Ran Qingchen's body were relatively serious. Except for a scratch on his face, most of his body was wrapped in white gauze. Leng Yuhan walked up to Ran Qingchen, and there was a feeling of isolation in his words.

"There must be a reason for Yan'er."

Ran Qingchen guessed the tone of Leng Yuhan's words, but her attitude was not too obvious. She thought that she had begged Leng Yuhan for so many days before Leng Yuhan agreed to accept her as her husband. If there was nothing unspeakable, Ran Qingchen

Qingchen believed that this woman would never marry a man she had only met once.

"Please advise Yuzhuang for me when you have time!"

Although Chu Qianfeng meant to make Mo Yuzhuang more angry, the better, but based on Mo Yuzhuang's temperament, Leng Yuhan knew that Mo Yuzhuang would be sad for a while before her anger broke out.

"Don't worry Yan'er, Qingchen understands."

The more worried Leng Yuhan looked, the more sure Ran Qingchen became that his guess was correct. Was it Chu Qianfeng who threatened Yan'er to get married? But what were the conditions of the threat?

"Your Majesty, the master is ready. Now please welcome the master into the house!"

The man who ran in from the door was wearing a dark red ingot-printed rabbit fur jacket and pulled Leng Yuhan's sleeves and said.

"Um."

Ran Qingchen's answer made Leng Yuhan feel a little relieved. Leng Yuhan followed his son out of the door and looked at her standing outside the main house. She was dressed in red makeup, her skin was as white and flawless as jade, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as flowers.

The fairy-like Chu Qianfeng came over.

"Does the prince still like it?"[

Er took the red silk flower and put one end on Chu Qianfeng's hand, and the other end on Leng Yuhan's hand. Chu Qianfeng pulled at the floral silk and looked at Leng Yuhan with strong love in her eyes.

"You like strong melons? Are they sweet?"

A basin of cold water extinguished the tenderness that arose in Chu Qianfeng's heart. Chu Qianfeng glanced at Leng Yuhan's listless and obviously unhappy face, and a cold look gathered between his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, do you like to use force?"

Chu Qianfeng blocked Leng Yuhan's body. He glanced at Ran Qingchen and Mo Yuzhuang in the room. He chuckled, quickly lowered his head, leaned over, and the next moment, kissed Leng Yuhan's lips, punishing her.

Like sizzling and sucking.

"Yan'er?"

Her fingertips dug into the armrests of the seat, Mo Yuzhuang pursed her thin lips, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the red figures of the couple hugging and kissing in the yard.

"Demonstrating as soon as you walk in?"

This Chu Qianfeng is quite capable! Ran Qingchen has finally seen the boring way men compete for favor.

"Chu Qianfeng, what do you want to do!"

Being controlled by Chu Qianfeng in his arms, Leng Yuhan wanted to break away from Chu Qianfeng's arm that was holding him, but he suddenly realized that Chu Qianfeng's arm strength was amazing. Unless he was shaken away by force, he could not be resolved with normal force!

"Haha, after worshiping Master Taiming Immortal, the prince is Qian Feng's woman. What do you think Qian Feng wants to do?"

Three years ago, he touched the softness on her chest. Three years later, Chu Qianfeng actually came to a strange conclusion. He missed that soft touch that made his heart beat. Now, she will belong to him.

Knowing whether her softness can still make my heart feel like an electric shock as it did three years ago?

"Not here!"

Don't let Mo Yuzhuang see it. This is the limit of what Leng Yuhan can tolerate. That man who has sacrificed too much for himself, Leng Yuhan cannot see the hurt in his eyes with his own eyes. That would be too cruel.

"Son, why don't you go burn some incense?"

After listening to Leng Yuhan's words, Chu Qianfeng released his grip on Leng Yuhan's arm, changed the subject, and said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

He quickly ran a few steps to the incense cauldron where the couple used to pray to heaven. He lit the incense stick and gave it to Chu Qianfeng and Leng Yuhan who came after them.

"First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to master, third bow to fellow disciples! The ceremony is completed!"

Bowing and saluting, in the tender voice of children, Leng Yuhan and Chu Qianfeng completed the marriage ceremony, which was simple yet solemn.

"Master Mo, Master Ran, from now on, Qian Feng is the prince's man. I also invite the two princes to drink Qian Feng's cup of tea and receive Qian Feng's respect!" [

Chu Qianfeng's humble and humble words floated in Leng Yuhan's swollen mind. Leng Yuhan looked at Mo Yuzhuang, and Ran Qingchen took the wedding gift tea from Chu Qianfeng with a pale expression, her thoughts in a mess.

The group formed countless dead knots.
Chapter completed!