Chapter Seventy-Four: Three Marriage Shocking Blades 3
"Qingcheng, you are my princess, and I will not allow you to marry Jingren." Xuanyuan Chengtian roared and rushed towards her.
In the chaos, someone didn't know who pushed Qingcheng from behind.
"Ah!" exclaimed, Qingcheng's body leaned forward.
"Miss." The butterfly next to her screamed in horror.
Jingren quickly reached out and grabbed her clothes, pulling her back into his arms. However, the red hijab fluttered to the ground when Qingcheng leaned forward.
"falling dust."
"It's you?"
Two different voices came out at the same time, both full of surprises.
"Oh, it's beautiful!"
Someone next to me exclaimed in a low voice.
The hijab on his head floated to the ground, Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and he looked around with frightened eyes even without the cover.
The man with a purple gold crown and a dragon robe at the top has a pair of very different eyes on his sharp face, filled with anger and surprise, staring straight at Qingcheng. He is Xuanyuan Qi, the king of Tianchen!
Xuanyuan Qi took a step forward and held the jade pendant that Qingcheng had just dropped from his neck because he almost fell down. His owl-like eyes stared directly at Qingcheng: "Luochen, so it turns out that you are the one who Jingbang wants to beg for?"
His heart trembled slightly, his sharp gaze seemed to burn a hole in Qingcheng's heart.
There was silence in the hall. Xuanyuan Chengtian, who had previously been struggling with the guards to come over, also became quiet at this moment. He stared at everything in a daze. It was obvious that he had not had time to adapt to the sudden change.
As if it had nothing to do with it, Xuanyuan Yifei, who was standing on the left, had doubts on his calm face. Jingren, who was holding Qingcheng in his arms, looked at the emperor blankly, not knowing what was going on. The butterflies beside him stood up.
Among the crowd were the ministers and ladies, and Wuhua Zhui Feng, who had only been seen in Qingcheng. The soldiers and servants outside the house were all silent, and it was as quiet as if the time in this world had suddenly stopped.
In the silence, Qingcheng's right hand was held and unfolded, with rough fingers rubbing the texture of the palm.
Qingcheng lowered his head to look. He was a short old man over sixty years old in a blue robe. His gray hair was tied with a simple hosta. He was looking down at Qingcheng's palm carefully, but Qingcheng didn't see it clearly.
His face just had a familiar feeling.
Jingren pulled back Qingcheng's right hand in displeasure and said sarcastically: "Why does the Imperial Master also want to marry a wife and keep a child?"
"Haha!" The old man known as the Imperial Master smiled and raised his head, ignoring Jingren's taunts and looking at Qingcheng: "Young Master, we meet again!"
"It's you!" Qingcheng was surprised. The scene of searching for the prince's medicine in Lingxiao Valley was still vivid in his mind. Isn't this the old man who gave him the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass? At this moment, the man was more energetic than before, and his eyes swept across the memory.
The turbidity in it becomes extremely sharp.
The Imperial Master turned around, faced Xuanyuan Qi, and bowed his body: "Your Majesty, she is the daughter of destiny that I have been looking for for many years."
Xuanyuan Qi was startled for a moment, then softened in an instant and laughed loudly, "Haha,,,haha,haha."
Qingcheng, who was laughing straight away, felt a hair in his heart. He stopped, nodded, and shot his sharp gaze like an arrow: "You are the one who has been looking for many years for the Imperial Master to "bring blessings to the common people, and to overthrow the world with disaster".
female?"
The well-maintained fingers stretched out, lifted Qingcheng's chin, tilted her head up, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in her voice: "You are the daughter of destiny? Can you destroy the world?"
"Your Majesty." Jingren called, pulling Qingcheng behind him: "Qingcheng is my new wife."
Xuanyuan Qi was startled, looking at Jingren, with anger all over his body. After a moment, he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, okay."
He said hello three times in a row, then turned around and said: "If the couple's ceremony has not been completed, then they are no longer husband and wife."
Frightened, he grabbed Qingcheng's hand, as if she would disappear instantly if he let go, and tightened his hand as if to embed her into his body. The veins on his forehead popped out: "Good morning, Qingcheng
She is the wife I have worshiped and married into."
Jingren's neither humble nor arrogant attitude warmed Qingcheng's heart: At this time, facing the emperor of Tianchen, he stood up for himself and only Jingren didn't want to give up on himself.
"Ji Jingren, let me tell you. Qingcheng is not your wife and never will be. She is the princess promised to me by my father. It is your turn to get involved." Xuanyuan Chengtian seemed to have not figured out what was going on.
When Jingren said this, he immediately became anxious, drank, and struggled to get over.
"Tian'er, don't make any noise." His face was calm and intimidating, and his calm tone revealed an intimidating spirit that refused to allow anyone to resist. This is the aura of a king, which Chengtian does not possess.
Xuanyuan Qi didn't seem to be in a hurry, he turned around and sat on the high seat again, and a calm voice came slowly: "The daughter of destiny belongs to the royal family and is a noble person in the morning. There is no reason to marry a minister or a commoner.
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Immediately, a guard came over and tried to pull Qingcheng away from Jingren's arms.
Jingren had no intention of letting go and held her hand tighter. The guard felt a little embarrassed and looked up at him: "Captain, please let go."
"Could it be that the captain wants to disobey the order?" Xuanyuan Qi's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and the anger on his face was already obvious.
If this continues, Xuanyuan Qi will definitely be furious.
Qingcheng turned his head and looked at Jingren pleadingly: "Master Ji, please let me go."
"Qingcheng." Jingren cried out heartbrokenly, holding his hand tighter.
He stretched out his hand to break open Jingren's clenched fingers and looked directly into his eyes: "Thank you for your love! But I have never loved you! So please let me go."
The hand that suddenly let go, the eyes that instantly turned pale, and the muttering voice: "Really?"
Not daring to look at his injured eyes, Qingcheng lowered his head and said silently in his heart: "I'm sorry, Jingren, I can't afford the affection you want."
"Qingcheng, you said that on purpose, right?" Qingcheng was startled and paused for a moment.
"Don't worry, you are my Jingren's wife for the rest of my life." Jingren's voice behind him sounded like an oath.
"Jingren, you are too presumptuous." Xuanyuan Chengtian was very happy when he heard Xuanyuan Qi say that Qingcheng was from the royal family. When Jingren said this, he couldn't help but become furious.
He didn't answer, didn't pay attention, and didn't turn around. He walked straight towards Xuanyuan Qi.
Qingcheng knew that if he ignored it again, he would definitely kill Jingrendi.
"Let's go back to the palace." Xuanyuan Qi waved his hand and said to everyone.