225. Chapter 225 It's like knocking over a five-flavored bottle in my heart
Feng Ruixuan and Murong Qing were sitting high on the seats. Because of their presence, the guests were very lively and reserved.
"Father, Queen..." Feng Qianchen walked up to Feng Ruixuan and Murong Qing holding a wine glass, "I would like to give you a drink."
With a charming smile on her face, Murong Qing picked up the wine bottle on the table and filled Feng Ruixuan with wine, then poured another glass for herself, "Mother is usually very drunk, but today is the emperor's happy day. Of course, mother Want a drink..."
"What my beloved concubine said makes sense. You, Lao Qi and Lao Ninth have never got married. This has always been my father's heartache. After all, you are all my most outstanding princes. From now on, the Xuan Kingdom's Datong will also be selected from a few of you to inherit. Now that you are getting married one after another, I am very happy..." Feng Ruixuan continued, but Feng Juechen couldn't listen to anything.
Feng Ruixuan made it very clear just now that the Xuan Kingdom's chief executive would be selected from him, Feng Qianchen and Feng Qingchen, and he was not intending to pass the throne to himself.
Feng Juechen's hand held the wine glass tightly. If he exerted even a little force, the wine glass might shatter into pieces. At the critical moment, Murong Qing quietly kicked Feng Juechen and brought him back from his wandering mind.
Murong Qing's eyes flashed with cruelty, but there was still a smile on her lips. She interrupted Feng Ruixuan with a cooing voice, "Your Majesty, today is the Emperor's happy day, so please don't preach."
"Okay," Feng Ruixuan looked at Murong Qing's fake smile and felt as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. He smiled bitterly, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.
When Feng Ruixuan raised his head, there was a sudden flash of sword light outside the door, and a masked man in black holding a long sword stabbed Feng Ruixuan in the throat with lightning speed.
"Bang!" With a sound, the sword fell on the table, and the man in black flipped sideways.
After this incident, everyone present exclaimed. "Someone, come quickly, escort me, escort me..."
Just when the sword was only a few centimeters away from Feng Qianchen's throat, Feng Qianchen rushed over from the door. Jiao Xiaoliu, who was following closely behind, turned his right hand and threw the 'wind-cutting sword' towards the man in black. Right shoulder.
The man in black felt pain in his right shoulder, and he couldn't hold his sword firmly and threw it out. He was afraid that the people behind him would attack him again, so he could only turn to the side.
The timely arrival of Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu undoubtedly saved Feng Ruixuan's life.
The man in black was kneeling on the ground, holding his bleeding right shoulder with his left hand. He stared at Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen with only a pair of eagle eyes, and cursed, "Bad luck." His eyes swept around and looked around. Look for a gap and rush towards the open window.
The man in black moved so fast that Feng Qianchen realized it too late. He could only shout loudly at the guests over there, "Quickly stop him..."
Feng Qianchen completely underestimated the shameless skills of those ministers. He had clearly heard Feng Qianchen's words, but he hid calmly. Just kidding, that man in black knows martial arts, he can kill them with no hands. Isn't it true that a literati who has great power is like an eagle catching a chicken?
The man in black successfully flew out of the window. Feng Qianchen slapped the table next to him, "They're all trash!"
The whole wedding hall suddenly became silent.
After a long while, the table that Feng Qianchen patted shook and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.
