When the guests were suspicious, Feng Yuze slowly walked in holding a woman.
Almost everyone took a breath.
Who is this woman? So beautiful.
She is wearing a bright red dress, but it is not as beautiful as Feng Guan Xia Pei, but more beautiful and refined than Feng Guan Xia Pei.
The cuffs are embroidered with a pair of golden birds. The pair of birds seem to be flying high with wings, and they are tightly entwined together, as if they will be inseparable forever.
Silver threads outline a few auspicious clouds, hovering on the soles of the bird's feet, and there are dense patches of grass at the bottom.
A simple fringe on the temples, with an emerald jade hairpin inserted sideways.
She has fair and delicate skin, a face as white and tender as jade, a pair of gleaming eyes, those seductive eyes, clear black and white, a small and straight nose, Liu Yue's curved eyebrows, and moist and plump red lips, slightly lifted.
Those pair of watery eyes looked at the guests around them calmly, and a hand as white as jade was tightly held by a thick, warm hand, pulling her in step by step.
"Ze'er, who is she?"
Emperor Fengyang stood up and looked at the woman Feng Yuze was holding tightly. A pair of sharp eyes looked at the woman up and down.
But the woman in front of him was not afraid of his gaze at all, and her rippling eyes were still looking at him curiously.
"She is my wife." Feng Yuze said seriously, holding her soft and boneless little hand tightly with her big hand.
After hearing Feng Yuze's words, the woman's lips curved into a faint smile.
After hearing this, Jun Ruoling, who was wearing a red hijab, lifted the red hijab off her head regardless of the presence of many guests, and looked at Feng Yuze with a pale face, "Ze, Brother Ze, what did you say?"
Feng Yuze just raised his eyes and glanced at Jun Ruoling, then looked at the woman he was holding, and said in a soft voice, "She is my wife."
Jun Ruoling's slim body was trembling a little, her face turned pale, she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Ze, then who am I to you?"
A trace of apology flashed in Feng Yuze's eyes, and then he said coldly, "Father, I have chosen the princess for this king."
The woman lowered her head slightly, not looking at the strange looks in the crowd. Feng Yuze thought the woman was afraid, so he gently shook her hand: "Yiyi, don't be afraid, I'm here."
The woman was startled, the smile on her face deepened, she nodded slightly, but refused to raise her head.
Because she was afraid that others would see her smiling, her smile was so happy that it was dazzling.