1050. Chapter 1050 Asking God is easy and sending God off 4
"Mingzhu, do you want to be a queen?"
"...Mingzhu just wants to be with His Highness forever!"
Zuo Mingzhu in her arms shyly blinked her curly black eyelashes, and her soft, boneless fingers were playing tricks on Feng Junchen's body, causing the man's breathing to become heavier and heavier.
The smart man returned with a proud smile. She gave her a charming look and said sweetly: "Your Highness, Mingzhu feels that she is the happiest woman in the world to marry you."
"Oh?" Feng Junchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the delicately made-up woman in his arms with his red eyes. He took the naughty hand and kissed her lips, and said with a mischievous smile: "You are.
Tell me, what makes you feel happy?"
"I hate it, Your Highness. You ask questions knowingly."
Zuo Mingzhu was half shy and half provocative as she nestled into Feng Junchen's chest. The man's hot chest made her face turn red.
In order to win Feng Junchen's favor and to stabilize her status as the crown princess, she flattered her: "Your Highness, you are so good at using this trick! Now the whole country knows that that bitch is going to Xiliao to save his father.
If she can be rescued, everyone will praise you for your intelligence, decision-making and kingly courage. You will be firmly seated as the crown prince.
If she can't be rescued, it will buy you a lot of time. And this little time is enough for us to get our father's secret decree, so... hehe..."
"You have become a lot smarter following me!"
Feng Junchen raised his chin proudly and looked down at the spacious hall from high up.
His eyes were blurry, as if he had already seen civil and military officials prostrate at his feet, shouting loudly: "My emperor is wise, my emperor will last forever! Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor!"
"Hahaha……"
He stroked Zuo Mingzhu's smooth, creamy back and laughed excitedly.
Suddenly, the golden vermilion door was knocked open by a strong wind, and the golden sunlight refracted in from the open door, scattering dazzling light all over the place.
In the backlight, a great monk in monk's robes stood upright in the dazzling light.
Like the blending of ice and fire, a strange aura filled the entire Jinluan Palace with the visitor.
On the high dragon chair, Feng Junchen, who was holding the beauty in his arms, suddenly opened his eyes wide and felt a chill running down his spine.
He opened his mouth in astonishment, and it took him a while to squeeze out a few words: "Guo...Guo Shi..."
"Your Highness, do you still regard me as the Imperial Master?"
Shangxuan Lishuang walked in slowly step by step. In the backlight, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
He stood upright in the center of the Jinluan Palace. It was obvious that he was the one at the lower position, but his aura was much stronger than that of the man in the high position. It was as if he was the venerable person overlooking everything and looking down upon everything.
, even if it is underestimated.
A cold light swept over her, and Zuo Mingzhu, who was nestled in Feng Junchen's arms, shivered suddenly.
She subconsciously wanted to avoid that terrifying gaze, wishing she could escape from Feng Junchen's arms immediately, far away from danger.
However, the hand on her waist tightened.
Not only did he not let her escape, but he also pulled her closer, as if he wanted to use her body to block some terrifying gaze of condemnation.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, you and the Imperial Master have something to discuss. If you want to talk about it, then...then I..."
She hesitated, wrung her big hands on her waist pitifully, and looked for excuses to escape.
"Don't leave..."
Feng Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes red with lust were replaced by bloodthirsty coldness.
I don't know if he left Zuo Mingzhu to share his nervousness, or if he really fattened up his courage and dared to ignore Lishuang's existence and play ambiguously with women.
Kissing Zuo Mingzhu's stiff neck, he frowned slightly, turned around, and his eyes fell intensely on the monk in the center of the hall.
Pretending to be dignified: "Lishuang, did you see the notice posted today?"
"If you didn't see it, do you think I will come here?" Li Shuang hummed, his straightforward tone making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
Feng Junchen's heart trembled inexplicably.
"You! Since you have seen it, you should know that Ling Xiaoguo can no longer tolerate you! Why don't you leave quickly?"
In order to cover up his inner panic, he deliberately raised his voice in an attempt to overpower the monk below him.
However, as soon as his words came out of his mouth, he immediately burst into wild laughter.
Li Shuang's hands were clasped behind his back, and his face raised at a 45-degree angle was full of mockery.
The face in the backlight was calm, like the calm before the storm: "Your Highness, are you planning to burn bridges by crossing the river?"
"..."
"Now you feel that you can't get any benefit from me, so you treat me as a favor? Hahaha... Yes, yes, this is indeed the usual behavior of high-ranking people. It's a pity..."
His laughter paused, and his calm tone suddenly turned cold. Amidst Feng Junchen's fierce heartbeat, he said coldly: "It's a pity that it's easy to invite God but hard to send him away! I'm not your caller."
A person who comes as soon as he comes and goes away as soon as he leaves."
As he spoke, the palms under his sleeves suddenly turned.
The magnificent spiritual power squeezed the air in the hall and tightened it. He grabbed hold of it, and a scream suddenly came from the high steps.
"Ahhh!"
Zuo Mingzhu was suddenly pushed forward by Feng Junchen. At the same time, the suction force hovering in front pulled Zuo Mingzhu's body forward. Her clothes were messy and she was instantly caught in Shangxuan Lishuang's palm.
Bone-eroding pain spread from her chest, and Zuo Mingzhu had an illusion that the terrifying monk in front of her was going to dig out her heart.
Feng Junchen ducked behind Jin Zhu and looked sideways. Zuo Mingzhu's painful expression made his legs weak.
He had long known that National Master Lishuang's spiritual power was unfathomable, but now that he saw it, the speed with which he struck was truly extraordinary.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared and used Zuo Mingzhu as cannon fodder.
"Your Highness...save my concubine..."
Zuo Mingzhu, whose facial features were wrinkled together in pain, turned around with difficulty and asked him for help in pain.
Feng Junchen's eyes flashed slightly and he shouted in a cold voice: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"
"Your Highness..."
Commander Zhang arrived just in time. He led a large group of imperial troops to block Feng Junchen's direction. He coldly looked down at Shangxuan Lishuang below and said to Feng Junchen: "The end will come later. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"
"Commander Zhang, I order you to capture this arrogant man and kill him without mercy!"
"Here!"
There was a masculine shout, and suddenly the Jinluan Palace, which was densely populated by imperial guards, was filled with the light of swords and shadows.
All kinds of spiritual powers were like killing poisonous snakes, attacking Shangxuan Lishuang urgently.
Shangxuan Lishuang was furious.
Turning his palms, fierce white light surged in his palms...