Although according to his personality, there is no need for witnesses to do what he wants to do, but this time, he really wants to marry Yun Dieyi in front of everyone. He wants her to be his wife, Mo Feijun, in an honest and upright manner.
So one person is needed to host it.
Yun Dieyi refused, and raised his eyebrows lightly, "If you don't want to worship, you can go and worship yourself."
Why are you worshiping again? She doesn’t like the worshipers the most.
She has never felt that there is anything to worship in heaven and earth. She used to think so, and she thinks so now. There are other things like worshiping in high halls that are equally destructive. Respecting the elders is one thing, but asking her, a person in the 21st century, to kneel down and worship is another.
Another thing.
She escaped the ancient time and space of worshiping Confucius, and was born in the 21st century. There was no need to come to this lost country, and she had to perform the ancient ritual of kneeling. There is gold under the knees of men, and platinum under the knees of daughters...
.
She had no choice last time, but this time she would not act like someone else.
When Mo Feijun heard the words, a trace of waves flashed in Ru Mo's eyes, with a hint of danger floating in it, but the smile raised at the corner of his mouth had a bit of evil charm, and it looked even more eye-catching when paired with a red dress.
Po, "Don't want to worship heaven and earth? Worship Gaotang?"
Yun Dieyi nodded, wondering when Mo Feijun became so considerate.
In her memory, this was a rare event that could apply for a Guinness record.
Mo Feijun turned sideways, then took Yun Dieyi into his arms and faced him, "Then let's worship each other directly."
Anyway, this is the key point, everything else can be ignored.
At this time, a guard desperately planned to plot against Mo Feijun. Before he could get close, a red silk thread as red as blood was strangled around his neck. His breathing gradually became difficult to maintain, his face turned red, and he was obviously lacking.
Caused by oxygen.
With a flick of his white jade-like middle finger, Mo Feijun threw the guard onto the emperor's body. The first thing he said to the high-ranking, nine-five-year-old man was, "Watch your dog.
I am not a butcher and am not responsible for killing dogs."
The other guards immediately did not dare to move and looked at each other in shock.
They didn't see King Qingyao take action. Just a red thread could kill someone in an instant.
What level of shocking level does this martial arts reach? A supreme master?
The ministers were even more panicked and at a loss. They originally thought that King Qingyao was innocent, but how could he suddenly turn into a life-seeking Yama?
The smell of blood.
He actually said that the emperor's bodyguard was a dog? This person is so brave.
There will never be another person in the world who dares to point his finger at the emperor and say to watch your dog under such circumstances.
It turned out that they had always looked down on King Qingyao.
The only thought in everyone's mind at this time was that since they had never bullied him before, they would not lead to a settlement in the future.
The emperor was hit by the guard's body and fell off his seat unexpectedly. The courtiers who wanted to save him rushed over and planned to help the emperor, but Mo Feijun also bound him with a red thread and threw him down again.
On the emperor's body.
The emperor's old body didn't just fall off the seat this time, it was firmly pinned down by the minister.
When the minister got up from the emperor despite the severe pain, the emperor's eyes were already on fire when he looked at him.