Looking at Wu Jingyu who was so happy, Feng Qingzhuang rolled her eyes, rolled her eyes at him, and analyzed calmly:
"As long as you are willing to follow me, leave the rest to me."
Wu Jingyu raised his handsome eyebrows and smiled evilly, his face vividly glowing like a snow lotus blooming, showing his unparalleled elegance.
After saying this, Wu Jingyu saw Feng Qingzhuang holding Feng Qingzhuang's slender waist as soft as a willow with one hand, and putting his other hand on his lips. The whistle sounded, and Yuxue, who was full of intelligence, galloped to the foot of the sacrificial platform and stood still.
Wu Jingyu used Feng Qingzhuang's inner strength to lift him up, and landed lightly and steadily on the horse's back.
"drive"
With his legs clamped on the horse's back, the jade snow horse galloped wildly, dragging the two men towards the opposite direction of the sacrifice platform.
On the sacrificial platform, Feng Yu's face looked extremely gloomy and ugly, and his always warm eyes showed the raging anger and hurt. As he looked gradually away, two figures, one red and one black, were riding on the horse. The eye-catching red
What caught his eyes was that the phoenix crown on his head had already fallen to pieces when he jumped off the rooftop altar.
"Qingzhuang, why? How am I inferior to him?" Feng Yu's cold eyes were so cold that it penetrated the bones, and his heart hurt like thousands of needles, making it hard to breathe. He yelled and questioned with all his strength.
The injured voice echoed over the altar and lingered for a long time
On the horseback, Feng Qingzhuang sat behind Wu Jingyu, with her hands around his strong waist. The horse was galloping, the autumn wind was strong, and the scattered ink hair was flying.
Listening to Feng Yu's cry of sorrow like a lone wolf who lost his partner, Feng Qingzhuang felt a pain in her heart. After all, she was the one who was sorry for him.
Looking back, I looked at the dazzling red figure in the sun on the rooftop, surrounded by deep sorrow. It was so lonely, so heartbreaking, and yet still so outstanding.
A drop of clear tears fell from the corner of her eyes. Feng Qingzhuang apologized silently in her heart: "Feng Yu, I'm sorry that my heart has been given to him. I can only bear you in this life. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely get to know you first and return this love to you."
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Turning back, the hands around Wu Jingyu's waist tightened, his head pressed against his back, and his complex, tangled and chaotic heart calmed down a little.
"Yu'er, don't be sad. There is no grass anywhere in the world. On your wedding day, this woman gave you such a big embarrassment in front of the people of Yanjing City. She simply doesn't take our Cangyan royal family into consideration. This kind of
It’s okay if you don’t want a woman.” Emperor Cang Yan came over, patted Feng Yu on the shoulder, and comforted him.
After saying this, Emperor Cangyan winked at the Minister of War behind him. The Minister of War understood and immediately ran towards the altar to issue the order to stop the robbery.
On the sacrificial platform, the autumn wind howled, and Feng Yu's eyes were filled with icy coldness. His eyes were always focused on the red figure that was gradually going away, and overwhelming hatred poured out.
"Bring the bow and arrows," he said while raising his hand.
The first-class guard beside Emperor Cangyan was an expert in archery. He always kept his bow and arrows with him. He looked at Emperor Cangyan and saw him nodding in agreement. He took a step forward and respectfully handed the bow and arrows to Feng Yu's hands.
Taking the bow and arrow from the guard's hand, he looked at the woman sitting behind the horse. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress that was both ironic and conspicuous. Hate poured out of her cold eyes and spread all over her body.
I saw Feng Yu bending his bow and setting an arrow, aiming at Feng Qingzhuang's back vest. A cold light flashed from his eyes. When he was about to release the arrow, he finally couldn't bear it. His hand shook, and with a "swish" sound, the arrow feathers
Leaving the string as fast as lightning, a cold light pierced the sky
On the horseback, the subtle sound of a sharp arrow piercing the flesh was heard, and the pain in the shoulder was clearly heard. Feng Qingzhuang's cold facial features were frowned, and she gritted her teeth to not make any sound.
"Zhuang'er, are you okay?" Wu Jingyu sat in front and rode the horse. His subtle voice did not escape his sharp ears and he asked nervously.
"I'm fine," Feng Qingzhuang replied calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Jade Snow Horse sat down and suddenly raised its head and neighed, stopped its hooves, and circled on the spot.
In front of me, I saw two thousand black-armored elite soldiers maintaining order. They all had stern faces and fierce eyes. They glared at Feng Qingzhuang and Wu Jingyu who were embarrassing their wise and powerful Crown Prince on horseback. They looked like they wanted to eat them.
human resentment
They stood in a row, holding long spears, and pointed their sharp spearheads at the two people riding on horseback, blocking the way.
At the same time, among the people who came to watch the ceremony, hundreds of Xuanyi guards disguised as ordinary people flew up from the crowd and attacked the figure, one black and one red, on horseback.
"What should I do?" Feng Qingzhuang's eyes showed a hint of anxiety. Even if they were strong, they couldn't fight one against a thousand.
"Don't worry, since I dare to come here to snatch the bride, I naturally have a backup plan." Wu Jingyu calmly and calmly raised his lips in an evil way, comforting him.
After saying that, Wu Jingyu took out a signal tube from his arms and gently pulled it, and the golden flames flew into the sky, blooming with stars in the sky.
The light dispersed, and more than 200 Mo Yiwei beside Wu Jingyu also rushed to the altar.
Everyone holds a long sword in their hands, the cold light is scorching, and the strong aura of killing is lingering around them, and their eyes are even more ferocious in a fight to the death.
"Feng Hu, I must take away Zhuang'er today. If you don't want rivers of blood to flow under the sacrificial platform and innocent people to lose their lives in vain, then order your people to retreat." Wu Jingyu turned to look back at the sacrificial platform, Qingyue
The voice filled with internal energy reverberated over the entire altar.
"On your wedding day, you came here to snatch me, and now you are asking me to let you leave safely. Don't even think about it." Feng Yu's eyes were filled with warmth and warmth, leaving only an inch of cold light.
After saying this, Feng Yu waved his hand, and Xuan Yiwei held a long sword and fought with Wu Jingyu's Mo Yiwei. The sound of "ping ping ping pong" weapons was heard incessantly. The scene was chaotic, and the smell of blood spread in the air.
At the same time, two thousand black-armored troops armed with long rifles pressed forward step by step, surrounding Feng Qingzhuang and Wu Jingyu.
"Feng Hu, I advise you to go back to the palace with your old man as soon as possible. Otherwise, after the matter of offering sacrifices to the rooftop is resolved, your century-old foundation of Cangyan Nation will probably be burned in the fire forever." Wu Jingyu looked calm, and added
The voice filled with inner strength is sent out with the autumn wind
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment. They all turned their heads and looked in the direction of Cangyan Palace, and wisps of thick smoke billowed out.
At a glance from the sacrificial platform, one can clearly see that the place where the smoke is coming is the royal study room where Emperor Cang Yan usually handles government affairs and the main hall where he usually goes to court.
These two places are the two most important palaces in the Cangyan Palace. It can only be said that Wu Jingyu has a good vision and specializes in choosing important places to attack.
"Damn Wu Jingyu, you are so cruel!" Feng Yu cursed angrily, turning his eyes to look at Cang Yan Emperor apologetically, "Father, I'm sorry