An Qixi was hugged, her head pressed against Huang Ziyuan's shoulder. The breeze gently rolled up her handkerchief, but she couldn't move her eyes away from the slightest crack. She finally saw the man who had been holding her and kissing her for half an hour.

The man whispering into her ear was so handsome. With his eyes closed, he seemed like an elf who had fallen into this world, confused and innocent.

It is simply unimaginable that this seemingly innocent, elf-like man had killed people on the battlefield without batting an eyelid, with his sword drawn without blood or sheath.

At this moment, her resentment at being sold off like goods, and her anger at An Chuyi's ruthless determination to marry her as a substitute, surprisingly subsided. There was a kind of open-mindedness flowing in her chest. She didn't believe that this man would be willing to be like a waste.

Normally lying in bed for a lifetime, she even strengthened her belief the moment she saw him for the first time.

Beitangxian, he will definitely not be disabled!

This kind of self-confidence has no roots, but she just firmly believes that it is ridiculous that An Chuyi still claims to be his childhood sweetheart, but she doesn't believe him! She suddenly feels a sense of expectation and ambition. She really wants to see what An Chuyi and An Chuyi will be like one day.

When An Fang saw Beitang Xian standing proudly in front of them, the wonderful expressions on their faces appeared!

But at this moment, she still wanted to pray to God to keep her safe, because she didn't want to be slapped into dust by Bei Tangxian before she saw the regretful and troubled eyes of the two father and daughter.

"Little beauty, remember...my name is Huang Ziyuan!" As she walked through the long corridor and courtyard to the door of the main hall, a cold, charming and gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ears, bringing her back to reality.

Huang Ziyuan repeated again, with a majestic tone that could not be rejected: "Huang Ziyuan, you must remember!"

An Qixi really wanted to twitch her lips and give him a look. Do you think you are the emperor? Or the emperor's second uncle? I don't remember that your name is Huang Ziyuan! What the hell!

Huang Ziyuan felt as if he had seen a ghost. He frowned as soon as the words came out of his mouth, and then he put her in the middle of the main hall with a nonchalant look, and Beitangxian also arrived.

Above the high hall, a slightly blessed old man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and golden dragon-shaped boots sat alone. His narrow phoenix eyes with some folds but vaguely visible were narrowed with a smile. He looked like Maitreya Buddha. He was Bei

The contemporary emperor of the Crane Dynasty, Emperor Shenghe, Beitangxian's grandfather.

The person sitting on the lower left side of him is a handsome man in a dark golden robe. It can be vaguely seen that his outline and facial features are similar to Beitang Xian's, but Beitang Xian is sharp and sharp, but he is gentle and gentle.

Watery, the faint ripples flowing in those phoenix eyes invisibly stirred up waves of heat and emotion, making people willing to drown in his eyes.

He is Beitang Xian's imperial uncle, and the only remaining sixth son of the old emperor - Beitang Yun!

The house was full of guests and friends, and the crowds were surging, but there was no noise. Just because the most noble boss in the world was here again, the long-awaited singing ceremony also kicked off with the loud voice of the first minister of the dynasty, Grand Tutor Ji Bochang.

Amidst the cheerful drum music, the worship service officially begins!

Pay homage to Gaotang!

A low and powerful voice sounded in the main hall where the crowd was surging. An Qixi was slowly knelt down by Xi Po with clever secret force. At that moment, an unprecedented sadness surged in her heart. This is how the weak are treated.

This is the tragic fate of the incompetent.

She was powerless to change anything, because she was a weak person in this world, a fool who was spurned and despised by others. For half a month, she had hidden and ignored the helplessness and helplessness caused by her stupidity and madness, and her heartbreak came out like a tide.

Her long eyelashes quivered slightly, hiding the endless sadness and unwillingness in her eyes.

Two bows to heaven and earth!

Congratulations to husband and wife!

As soon as the words fell, when An Qixi was forced to lower his head, and when the singing master shouted that the ceremony was completed, the main hall erupted into cheers that shook the sky.

An Qixi, who was wearing a wedding dress, could clearly see Beitang Xian with her eyes closed through the gap. The perfect arc on her sexy thin lips was so stunning that she couldn't take her eyes away.

However, under the lively atmosphere there is an undercurrent.

Huang Ziyuan narrowed his slender peach blossom eyes, revealing his sparkle and sharp coldness inadvertently. He looked like he was lazily leaning aside to watch the excitement, but in fact, his whole body was tense and he was wary of his surroundings, especially the one who had always been as steady as Mount Tai - Bei.

Tangyun!

Beitangxian was ambushed when he returned this time and was almost killed. The involvement was self-evident. Beitangxian's shockingly powerful intelligence organization accurately found out that the siege of thousands of dead soldiers was related to the Sixth Prince of the Emperor.

, and the struggle for the throne is the best reason. Although no specific evidence has been found yet, they will not take it lightly.

So Beitangxian came back in the form of a living dead and married An Chuyi back in the name of Chongxi. On the one hand, he wanted to make his enemies relax their vigilance and marry An Chuyi smoothly. On the other hand, he also wanted to lure the snake out of its hole.

He wanted to see if he, the gentle and gentle son of the Sixth Emperor, really wanted to kill him!

When Beitang Yun's handsome face, which had always been calm and calm, saw the half-dead Beitang Xian, some complicated emotions flashed through his eyes, which was difficult to fathom.

The old emperor's eyes were filled with tears. Seeing that his unconventional beloved grandson was like a living dead at this moment, his heart that had experienced many vicissitudes of life was aching. He was even more satisfied that An Chuyi could marry Beitang Xian as before.

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Taking the tea from An Qixi's hand with a smile, the old emperor looked like a kind-hearted elder. He slowly took out a purple-gold hairpin from his arms, his eyes filled with reminiscence and reluctance, and he gently stroked the hairpin.

As soon as the hairpin appeared, the expressions of everyone present with some status changed. Some of the people who knew better, such as Beitang Yun, had deep eyes, and even a hint of passion and madness in their eyes.

The golden-purple hairpin is only about five or six inches long and looks exquisite and cute, but the unique purple-gold color shows a different kind of grandeur and elegance. The body of the hairpin is actually made of something like jade but not jade, and is engraved with a sparkling phoenix tail.

, the top of the hairpin is a lifelike phoenix head, the entire hairpin is graceful and elegant, just like a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly!

Anyone who knows hairpins knows that this is Beitang Xian's imperial grandmother, the emperor's wife. Before his death, the emperor searched for more than ten years before he found half a piece of Dunhuang purple jade, which is rare and extinct in the world. The small hairpin
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