C315 (1/2)

The cool breeze blew over, taking away a bit of the heat.

The little bean sprout followed beside the stinky tofu and was in high spirits. Children loved such a lively scene.

The sound of the horn was loud and resounding, and it was playing a lively and passionate music.

”Stinky tofu, your teeth are about to break out in laughter.” The little bean sprout teased.

”You little ghost, what nonsense are you spouting? Maybe you'll be even happier on your wedding day than I am.”

”I don't want to get married.”

”You said it, wait until the day of your wedding, then see how I'll make fun of you.”

Seeing the little bean sprout and the stinky tofu making fun of each other, Xing'er had a smile on her face, but the smile soon dimmed down. When will he be coming to marry me?

Along the way to the entrance of the palace, there were many spectators.

The smelly tofu face of his comrades was filled with envy, one of them, the cross-eyed constable quickly said, ”The smelly tofu life is really good, he climbed up to the city lord, now he's going to climb up to the top of our heads.”

”That's right, the stinky tofu is about to become a prince consort. This day is not the same!” A constable beside him exclaimed.

These people were all envious of the fact that smelly tofu could eat soft rice. Indeed, to be able to marry a rich and beautiful girl was the dream of many. This had been the case since ancient times.

Li Dao stood on top of the Imperial Palace. Ren Qingfeng's clothes fluttered in the wind. His eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth curled into an arc as he sneered.

Hidden in the shadows of the palace were the members of the Mystic Moon Sect, who wore black clothing and black masks. There were also the imperial guards who had drawn their bows and nocked arrows.

Although the main hall of the wedding seemed to be full of joy, it was actually filled with countless traps.

Around the main hall, there were also unremarkable fake mountains. They were strangely distributed and had traces of a formation. It was obvious that they had been set up by Young Master Yue.

Inside Ouyang Ying Ying's room, Ouyang Ying Ying, who was wearing a red wedding dress, was rubbing her thick lips with a piece of red paper as if her mind was wandering around the world.

The door was pushed open with a creak.