"Ze'er, tell me." After hearing Nangong Yueze's words, Chen Shuxian wiped the tears on her face and looked at him seriously.
"My son wants you to do him a favor." Nangong Yueze paused for a moment and continued, "My son will not return to the imperial city for the time being, so my concubine, you must remember not to let anyone else know that you have seen my son today. I know, especially Nangong Jing.”
"Concubine I understand what you mean, but Ze'er, the Imperial City is your home. If you don't come back, where will you go?" Chen Shuxian frowned and looked at Nangong Yueze and said.
Nangong Yueze pursed her thin lips and did not immediately answer Chen Shuxian's words, but remained silent for a long time.
It wasn't until Chen Shuxian couldn't help but ask that he spoke slowly: "Mother, I want to travel abroad for a few years. When I am strong enough to compete with Nangong Jing, I will come back."
"But, Ze'er..." Chen Shuxian wanted to say something more, but Nangong Yueze raised her hand to stop her.
"Concubine, my son is no longer a child. You know how to protect yourself, so don't worry." Nangong Yueze looked at Chen Shuxian with a determined expression and said solemnly.
"Okay." Chen Shuxian sighed and reluctantly agreed, "In that case, I will respect your decision."
"Thank you, concubine." Nangong Yueze raised the corners of his mouth and showed a clear smile.
…
The sun sets in the west, and the remaining rays of the setting sun shine on the palace roads of the imperial city.
Night, Zhaoyang Palace.
Nangong Yueze sat at the table, staring blankly at a picture scroll placed on the desk, and a delicate and beautiful figure emerged in his mind.
Halfway through the hour, Ziyuan's figure appeared at the door of the hall again. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress and wore a phoenix crown and Xiapei.
Accompanying her were eight maids in purple dresses.
Nangong Jing was about to ask how they entered the imperial city, but before he could speak, he discovered that no one in Zhaoyang Palace could see them except himself.
"Your Highness." Zi Yuan walked slowly to Nangong Jing and called out sweetly, "I am ready. Can you set off with me?"
Nangong Jing looked up at Zi Yuan, a trace of astonishment flashing across his handsome face.
"You...where did you come from?"
"Hehe." Hearing Nangong Jing's doubts, Zi Yuan covered her mouth and snickered, "This is my secret." After saying that, she took Nangong Jing's arm and asked softly. : "Your Highness, tonight you belong to me alone."
"Okay." Nangong Jing responded, then held Zi Yuan into his arms.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zi Yuan's mouth. The next second, she waved her hand at Nangong Jing, and Nangong Jing's clothes instantly turned into a purple wedding dress.
Then, the two held hands and walked towards the outside of the palace, followed by eight maids, and the group slowly disappeared into the darkness.
…
Night falls.
Ziyuan took Nangong Jing all the way back to Wanhun Mountain.
At this time, a palace in Wanhun Mountain was brightly lit. The palace was surrounded by colorful flowers, and a burst of fragrance came out.
However, the atmosphere in the entire palace seemed particularly strange, as if there was a layer of dark clouds hanging over it, making people shudder.
Such a scene surprised Nangong Jing, who had been following Zi Yuan.
"Miss Ziyuan, what is this place?" Nangong Jing couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
"This is the place where we are going to have a big wedding." Zi Yuan raised her lips slightly.
Nangong Jing frowned and was about to ask something more, but his eyes were caught by the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman in front of him.
She was wearing a blood-red dress, with a beautiful face and a graceful figure. Her cold and indifferent phoenix eyes shone with a captivating light, making the air around her seem to freeze.
"Greetings to Demon Lord Youyue." Zi Yuan knelt on the ground respectfully and leaned over to salute the woman.
"Get up." A cold voice escaped from the woman's red lips, as cold as an ice knife in the cold winter months.
Zi Yuan stood up and stood aside.
Nangong Jing looked at the woman blankly.
He only felt that the woman's whole body exuded a frightening sense of oppression.
"Miss Ziyuan, who is she?" Nangong Jing asked, pulling on Ziyuan's sleeve.
"Her name is Ming Youyue, and she is the Demon Lord of my Meihu Clan." Zi Yuan explained in a low voice.
Demon Lord?
Nangong Jing was stunned for a moment. Although he was still shocked by Ming Youyue's beauty in his heart, he did not dare to show it on the surface.
Ming Youyue looked at Nangong Jing condescendingly, her eyes resting on his handsome face, with a complicated and unpredictable look in his eyes.
It turns out that he is Nangong Yueze's brother in the mortal world...
"Nangong Jing." Ming Youyue said these three words coldly and walked straight towards him, "You are the person Li Yangming wants to protect at all costs."
Hearing this, Nangong Jing suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment, "You...how do you know him?"
"Haha, why do you think his cultivation suddenly improved? It was impossible for him to reach the fifth level of spiritual master so quickly." Ming Youyue laughed coldly, narrowed her eyes, and took her time. He said: "In order to better protect you, he has sold his soul to me."
What? ? ! !
Nangong Jing's eyes widened in disbelief.
Li Yangming, the guard commander who had followed him since childhood, actually sold his most precious soul for him!
Thinking of the cruel words she said to him after he lost his arm, Nangong Jing felt a faint twinge of guilt in his heart.
In this world, he is probably the only person besides Ning Qimeng who treats him sincerely.
At that moment, Nangong Jing retreated. He came to Zi Yuan's side and whispered: "Miss Zi Yuan, I want to think carefully about the wedding. After all, it is a lifelong event. Look, Can you please let me first..."
Before he could finish his words, Ming Youyue suddenly spoke, "Zi Yuan, I'll leave this to you. Enjoy your big wedding. If this man dares to play any tricks, just kill him!!" After saying this, Ming Youyue turned around and walked towards the outside of the Immortal Palace. Her back looked extremely aloof, as if the whole world was crawling under her feet, and she was the only one who stood tall.
"Yes, Demon Lord Youyue." Zi Yuan bowed and responded.
The next second, she walked up to Nangong Jing, touched Nangong Jing's handsome face with her soft, boneless hands, and said softly: "Since you are here, just stay. Tonight is our wedding night."
Nangong Jing was shocked and subconsciously stepped back, but before he could react, he was caught by Zi Yuan.
"Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, as long as you behave, I will not hurt you." Zi Yuan's delicate body leaned against Nangong Jing's arm, her voice was charming and pleasant, numbing the bones.
"Miss Ziyuan, I..." Seeing the other party's watery eyebrows, Nangong Jing wanted to refuse, but couldn't help but want to sink.
At this moment, a soft, moist lip suddenly sealed his mouth.
"Well...well..."
Nangong Jing initially tried to push Zi Yuan away, but he soon gave up and allowed the other party to kiss him.
Zi Yuan hugged his waist, stood on tiptoes, pried open the other person's teeth with the tip of her tongue, and greedily drank in the sweetness from the other person's mouth.
Gradually, Nangong Jing became addicted to this kiss and couldn't extricate himself...
Not far away, Ming Youyue looked at the two people hugging each other closely, her red lips raised in an enchanting and bloodthirsty arc.
"For so many years, no one has been able to escape from the charm of my charming fox tribe. Nangong Jing, tonight you are destined to become the treasure of my Guigu Immortal Palace."
After finishing her words, she chuckled, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared outside the palace.
After some lingering sadness, Zi Yuan let go of Nangong Jing, and then helped him fasten the buttons on his clothes, "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, it's getting late, let's go to the church."
Nangong Jing stared at the stunning beauty in front of him, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting, "Well, let's go."
Ziyuan nodded slightly, took his hand, and walked towards the front of the palace.
No one noticed that at this moment, Nangong Jing's originally dark eyes had been stained with a layer of lavender from unknown time. The color was deep and confusing, making people fall into it.
Soon, the two of them came to the front of the temple side by side, and completed the worship ceremony under the envious eyes of everyone.
"The auspicious time has come, the bride and groom enter the bridal chamber." Following the emcee's shout, Nangong Jing picked up Zi Yuan and slowly walked towards the back hall.
…
The next morning.
When Nangong Jing woke up, what he saw when he opened his eyes was Zi Yuan sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her long hair.
He blinked, feeling like he was in a dream.
last night……
He and Ziyuan consummated their marriage.
"You're awake." Zi Yuan's clear voice reached Nangong Jing's ears.
"Miss Ziyuan, let's..." Seeing Ziyuan, Nangong Jing's heart suddenly surged with thousands of complicated thoughts.
From the first time he saw her to getting married to her, it only took one day.
Although he also felt that all this was too hasty, for some reason, Nangong Jing couldn't control himself every time he saw her eyes...
"Your Highness Seventh, have you forgotten? We are already married, so don't call me Miss Ziyuan anymore." Ziyuan seemed to know what Nangong Jing was going to ask, and spoke up first, interrupting him.
"Yuan... Yuan'er" Nangong Jing pursed her thin lips and shouted.
Yuan'er?
Hearing these two words, Ziyuan's body suddenly stiffened, and her cheeks quickly turned crimson. After a while, she nodded shyly, "Yes."
Seeing Zi Yuan's appearance, Nangong Jing also felt a ripple in his heart. He stood up and came behind Zi Yuan, gently took her into his arms with both hands, "Yuan'er, since we are already married, then you and I Let’s go back to the imperial city together.”
"Go back to the Imperial City?" Zi Yuan frowned slightly, "I'm afraid this is not appropriate. My status is special and I am not suitable to stay in the Imperial City."
"What's inappropriate? You are my king's princess. With me here, no one in the entire Nebula Empire dares to talk about you!!" Nangong Jing said domineeringly.
"...This matter...let me think about it again." Zi Yuan hesitated for a moment and replied.
"Well, I'm waiting for your reply." Nangong Jing hugged Zi Yuan tightly and said.
Zi Yuan struggled to get out of Nangong Jing's arms, lowered her head, and a pink glow appeared on her pretty face, "Okay, it's getting late, you should change your clothes first, Demon Lord Ming Yue is still waiting in the main hall. What about us."
"good."
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