Fu Ling rolled her eyes at her speechlessly: "It's not the fault, it's the fault. When the governor didn't agree, it was completely the mentality of marrying off a daughter. Whether you care or not, getting married is a sure thing, and this can't be changed."
Feng Wu stuck out his tongue and said with eagerness in his tone: "You can't change anything now, so get ready. To be honest, I still have some expectations. The house is comparable to a palace fight."
Fu Ling sighed helplessly: "It's better to take it easy. This is not Feng Country. If something happens, the first thing to do is to run away."
"You have to tell me this, so that you can keep the green hills without worrying about having no firewood. Oh, by the way, remember to send those girls to Xiaopang. Prince Qin's Mansion should not go there with so many people for the time being, otherwise it will
Princess Qin is going crazy, so you go in for surgery. There are too many people and I can't save her. You and Xiaoqiu can just follow her." Feng Wu tapped the table with one hand and had his own considerations.
Fu Ling did not struggle with this matter and nodded: "Well, don't worry, by the way, this is for you."
Then he took out a small cloth bag from somewhere and said with a teasing expression: "Although this marriage is not serious, it is still your first marriage, and there are still many things to prepare."
Feng Wu looked at Poria cocos in confusion. The topic suddenly changed, and Xiao Dou asked: "What is it?"
"You'll know after you open it and take a look." Fu Ling said, feeling a little embarrassed.
Then, Feng Wu slammed the table, and his fair face turned red in a rare sight. He was not shy, but annoyed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Poria."
Seeing that something was not going well, Fu Ling turned around and ran away: "I'm going to find Xiaopang."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
Feng Wu snorted, sat down, and looked at the things in his pocket. He was very angry because what was in it was a bellyband embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks. This was not looking for a fight.
Three days came quickly.
Early in the morning, Poria pulled the sleeping Feng Wu out of the bed: "Get up, don't sleep."
As he spoke, he patted Feng Wu's sleep-red cheeks: "We're getting married today."
Feng Wu brushed it away impatiently and muttered: "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while, just for a while."
Fu Ling called Xiao Qiu over, and the two of them pulled her together: "I believe you are the one who has ghosts, get up."
Finally, Feng Wu tried his best to open his eyes, and then let the two of them smear his face. This time, he finally revealed his stunning face, without covering it up.
Finally putting the hijab on, Fuling breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Dan and a group of people were already waiting downstairs. This Qian Restaurant was also new. It was the first time that a princess was getting married here. The waiters inside opened their eyes wide and looked at Feng Wu's graceful figure.
She must be a great beauty. The master is right. The previous resentment dissipated a little after seeing the person. At least she is not an ugly person.
Only the monkey on the side glanced at Feng Wu and took it back, thinking of what he had seen before, this was not a good thing.
That's right, this Qian Restaurant also belongs to Qian Ji's property. Before Feng Wu moved in, all the waiters inside were replaced by Bai Feng's group, just to give his master an early look at Princess Feng.
Is he worthy of being a master?
Now that I look at it, well, I can barely match the master. At least it’s passable on the outside.
Feng Wu and his party arrived at Prince Qin's Mansion in a mighty manner, and after arriving at the door, Fu Ling's face darkened visibly. Mu Dan also clenched his fists at the side, not because he felt unfair, but because he really felt that this was the case.
What they did in the Northern Kingdom was really too much.