The man in green is the national teacher. He is young and handsome, which satisfies Sheng Ling's fantasy of a national teacher, but makes Feng Ling suffer.
Your ears are burning with embarrassment. She was just saying bad things about others. Although there was no malice in her words and they were mostly teasing, you are not familiar with the national teacher. What if she minds?
What's more, it's very impolite of me to do this. This is a real imperial teacher, not a playboy in a novel. Help! I'm going to be socially ruined!
Feng Ling subconsciously grabbed Huo Jinxing's hand, and this action stunned the regent, a man in white.
His eldest nephew had been possessed by someone, right? This tyrant was notorious for his mysophobia. If conditions permitted, no strangers would be allowed within ten feet of him, and even close acquaintances were forbidden from touching him.
He felt disgusted when he saw women and would feel nauseous if they touched him accidentally. In order to cure this problem, the Queen Mother recruited countless palace maids into the palace.
The entire harem is full of gorgeous women, including fat beauties, thin beauties, young ladies and beautiful women.
How many women couldn't stand the loneliness and couldn't resist the temptation of this stunning emperor, and they rushed to get close to him like moths to a flame, using all means just to win his favor.
In the end, of course, the moth was burned to death by the fire, and its death was extremely tragic, so the emperor gained a bad reputation for being bloodthirsty, tyrannical, extravagant, and lustful.
However, his bloodthirstiness and tyranny are true, and the emperor's extravagance is normal, but this nephew has always been more abstinent than a monk.
Now, who will tell him what is going on with Huo Jinxing holding hands with a woman?
Was he forced? Impossible! Didn't you see how gentle and enjoyable his face was?
So, the abnormality is this strange woman who suddenly appeared.
The Regent looked Feng Ling straight in the eye and said that it was not entirely true to say that she was a woman, because she did not have the charm of a woman.
Instead, she looks like a fresh, refined, gentle and beautiful little sister next door, simple and kind, and seems easy to bully.
What makes her special is that her eyes are very pure, clear and unfathomable, revealing a mysterious aura.
"Don't you want the eyes anymore?" Huo Jinxing was displeased by the Regent's scrutinizing look, and he quickly pulled Feng Ling behind him, trying not to make his protective intention too obvious.
The regent's eyes widened. "I'm the elder, what's wrong with taking a look? You haven't told me what's going on yet?"
It's scary, isn't it? A misogynistic man suddenly has a beautiful young wife. Could this girl be a vixen?
But are there such pure vixens? So my nephew likes this? Hey, you should have told me earlier! There are so many of them in the palace. If you told me earlier, I'd better go to bed early. The kids will be able to recite the Three Character Classic by now.
"I need you to report to me?" Huo Jinxing pulled Feng Ling into the house and whispered softly to her, "This is my uncle, Regent Huo Yan."
He turned around and said to Huo Yan coldly, "This is your niece-in-law Feng Ling, be polite." Otherwise, don't come to him to cry if you get bullied.
Humph, he doesn't think Feng Ling is easy to bully, does he? Idiot.
Feng Lingmu, is this considered an introduction? Should she greet the elders? But, calling him uncle is absolutely not allowed.
This regent looked only a few years older than Huo Jinxing, so Feng Ling could only nod at him reservedly.
But Huo Yan was shocked. "What did you say? Nephew, niece-in-law?" Was Huo Jinxing serious? Only the wife could be called niece-in-law, right?
"Yes, my queen." Huo Jinxing put his arm around Feng Ling's waist and announced loudly.
"Are you crazy?" Huo Yan yelled. Huo Jinxing was not a child anymore, and he was the king of a country. How could his marriage be treated as a joke?
That was a matter of state, requiring the Queen Mother's approval and consultation with court officials. It wasn't something he could just do if he liked it, and it wasn't something that could be decided by some random concubine.
How could the queen of a nation simply say it was her destiny? What about the imperial edict? What about the three matchmakers and six betrothal gifts? What about the three letters and six ceremonials? What about the eight-man sedan chair? What about the twelve invitations and the ten-mile red wedding bridal ceremony?
Huo Yan seriously suspected that Huo Jinxing was crazy.
"I'm Huo Jinxing's wife, and I have the final say. I designate Feng Ling. Is there a problem?"
Finally they walked into the house. Huo Jinxing led Feng Ling directly to sit in the main seat, and then he turned around and sat beside her. His firm attitude was unquestionable.
"Ah! The domineering president is online, love it!!" Sheng Ling shouted in a baby voice, even more excited than Feng Ling himself.
Feng Ling's eyes were also full of stars, and she looked at Huo Jinxing with admiration, "So domineering!" Keep it up.
"Hmph, compared to the Imperial Master who knows everything about astronomy and geography, knows the Qi Men, understands Yin and Yang, knows formation diagrams, can read astrology and divination, has powerful magic, and is a true god on earth, how is that?"
Huo Jinxing asked arrogantly.
Feng Ling paused. He had actually heard everything that was said when he was in the carriage.
But, that was not what she said herself, "How is it?" Feng Ling raised her hand and shook the holy bell. She didn't want to take the blame.
She was saying bad things about the Imperial Master.
The Imperial Master raised an eyebrow. He was so omnipotent, but he didn't even know it.
Isn't it picking up trash? Marrying into a wife's family? Killing a god? Usurping the throne? Either way, it's not a good thing.
"Well, the National Master can only be second. I, Boss Huo, am number one in the world. Otherwise, how could I be Feng Xiaoling's man?"
Sheng Ling was praising people from the heart. Look at how happy this idiot was, and it knew that the other party would definitely like to be Feng Ling's man.
"Who's talking?" Could it be that bell? Huo Yan searched and searched, his eyes fixed on Dingdang, and he even forgot to object to the emperor's marriage.
It was the first time he saw a dead object that could talk. Oh, no, this bell was alive. It was so fucking magical.
So, this is the reason why Feng Ling can become the queen?
Huo Yan suddenly felt that this matter was not so difficult to accept.
"Hello, Big Fool, Big Shark." This Big Fool is also Feng Ling's elder to some extent, so Sheng Ling decided to be polite to him first.
But if he continues to oppose Feng Ling becoming the queen, huh, it will scold him to death.
Who is Feng Ling? He is a great wizard, ancient and modern, and knows yin and yang. He is the closest person to a god, more than qualified to be a human emperor.
"You, are you greeting me? Are you a bell?" Huo Yan was so curious that he wanted to pull the bell over to study it.
"Yes, I am. I am a bell that has been practicing for thousands of years. It is a sacred object." Blow the cow first. What does it matter whether it is true or not? Who can do anything to it?
"Really? Besides talking, what else can you do?"
A ten-thousand-year bell? Maybe, otherwise how could it speak?
"I know a lot. I'm good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and I can subdue thousands of demons. Do you want to try?"
The holy bells jingled and the girls were rubbing their hands in preparation.
Unexpectedly, Huo Yan's face suddenly turned dark, and he obviously didn't believe it. A bell is obviously small and cute, so it should lie to deceive people like its owner, right?
Since it wants to perform on stage, just fulfill its wish. After all, it will only bring shame to its owner if it gets lost.
"Then you can recite a poem first." Huo Yan sat back on the chair in the side row, leaning back lazily, looking like he was watching a show.
"The gentle breeze is powerless to slay the heat, the setting sun spreads its wings and soars up the mountain. Man fears the rivers and seas drying up, but how could Heaven not also fear the Milky Way drying up? High Kunlun is covered with snow, and distant Penglai is always cold. I cannot carry the world with me, so how can I bear to travel there myself?"
This was of course a poem, but it was enough to fool this big fool, and Sheng Ling began to show off proudly.
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