The main hall of the palace is brightly lit and full of guests. All officials of third rank or above in Moyang City are here. How important it is for the prince to marry his wife!
A figure walked lightly and blended into these people, "Where will Biqing and the others be taken? There should be the most maids here."
Mo Yunling looked around, there were people everywhere. Mo Yunling backed up and suddenly stumbled, as if her body had hit something hard.
"Are you okay?" The voice was very casual.
Mo Yunling was frightened and secretly cursed herself for not being careful. She quickly stood up and ignored the man's hand that wanted to help her. She stabilized her body and lowered her head. She could vaguely see that the man was wearing blue brocade clothes.
"It's okay, thank you." After saying this, Mo Yunling lowered his head and left.
Looking at Mo Yunling's leaving figure, Feng Lang's lips curved into a smile. This was the first time he had seen such a reckless maid.
In the back garden, there are all kinds of pavilions, terraces, rockeries and flowing water. Prince Qi's Mansion is quite luxurious. Mo Yunling looked at the surrounding scenery, but where were Biqing and Yunfei?
There was the sound of swords. Mo Yunling opened his eyes and looked at the distance not far away, his expression moved slightly, and then he moved towards there lightly.
In the side courtyard, the storm was surging, and the waves were treacherous. Feng Qi, who was dressed in a happy dress, stood with his hands behind his back, with neat guards standing behind him. His eyes were slightly cold, "The Snow Lotus Sect has assassinated me again and again. Do you really think I am the king?"
Is there nothing we can do with your Snow Lotus Sect?"
Opposite me, the woman in white was veiled. Her tone was cold: "Feng Qi, you were lucky the last few times. Today, the leader of the sect comes in person and will definitely take your head."
Feng Qi's expression darkened, "I don't think I have any grudge against the Snow Lotus Sect."
"Hate? Humph, I just can't stand you. Why are you King Qi who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people?" Leng Feiyan sneered.
"Do you think you can kill this king?" Feng Qi said coldly.
"Feng Qi, stop talking nonsense, let me teach you the power of Longxiang Sword Technique." As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feiyan drew his long sword and stabbed Feng Qi.
"Keng" Feng Qi had an extra sword in his hand, which just blocked the blow. Feng Qi sneered and exerted all his strength, Leng Feiyan was knocked back.
Leng Feiyan touched the ground with her toes and struck out again. Feng Qi came forward to meet him. Sword lights appeared in all directions, and their figures intertwined. The sound of the swords scraping against each other was masked by the sound of ritual music outside.
Mo Yunling, who was hiding in the corner, looked nervously at the two people fighting in the air. The black and white were intertwined. In the brightly lit Prince Qi's Mansion, what he saw was very real.
Both of them have very high martial arts skills, but Feng Qi is better than the woman in white. They all say that Feng Qi is good at both civil and military skills. It seems that in terms of martial arts, Feng Qi is indeed well-deserved.
Looking at Feng Qi's figure in the sky, Mo Yunling's expression flashed with a hint of complexity. The most direct way to find Bi Qing and Yun Fei now is to ask Feng Qi, but with his current condition, if he asked, things would probably be even worse.
Oops.
Suddenly a flute sound came, and the whole world seemed to be immersed in this wonderful flute sound. It was as clear and moist as water, soft and peaceful, as if it was a whisper in the ear, making people intoxicated.
When Mo Yunling woke up from his thoughts and looked up, the woman in white had been completely suppressed by Feng Qi, but the two of them suddenly stopped and looked at the eaves. Mo Yunling couldn't help but look over.
The bright moon is in the sky, the moonlit night is cold, above the eaves, there is a man in white, holding a jade flute in both hands, playing quietly, his white clothes are turned up, his black hair is flying, his nimble fingertips are jumping on the jade flute, his face is as handsome as the bright moon
, Gu Panshenghui, but those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the dark night. Mo Yunling saw clearly, and the feeling of indifference and alienation was suffocating. Mo Yunling opened his mouth, this person...
