Chapter 221 Sheng Ling Admirer PK
Three days later.
The warm sun shines obliquely and the sky is blue.
On Lin'an Street, a wedding procession marched forward at a steady pace, beating gongs and drums. The deafening sound of trumpets and bronze drums attracted an endless stream of people who came to the market to watch the excitement.
Since it was a wedding procession, everyone's eyes naturally fell on the bride riding a tall horse in the front, looking at the woman in a bright red wedding dress embroidered with gold thread.
The people love gossip the most, so no matter they know each other or not, they all gather together, eating the wedding candies and melon seeds they got, while discussing which family is having a wedding.
A fat lady spat out the melon seed shells from her mouth, and said with a click of the tongue:
"It looks like such a grand ceremony, it shouldn't be a commoner's wedding. Whose family is it? Hehe, if it's a wealthy family, we can go to the new husband's house and ask for some silver or copper coins or something."
The people behind her followed:
"I don't know which family it is, but I recognize the bride. When the Lu family army returned to the capital a few days ago, wasn't this woman standing next to General Lu? She should be a general as well."
Someone in the know laughed:
"This sister is right. That is Deputy General Yan. My family is related to her. You may not know that the person she is going to marry today is General Lu. You guys, just go to the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion and make trouble. Haha."
The people on both sides of the street were discussing the matter. Some of them learned that today's new husband was their God of War General, and they all followed the team to Wu'anhou to watch the fun.
Seeing this, Yan Rao on the horse felt a surge of emotion in his heart and looked towards the direction of Wu'an Marquis Mansion with eager eyes.
After today, the God of War General who is deeply respected by all the people of Fengqi Country will be Yan Rao's husband.
Noble status and stunning appearance.
When she thought of this, Yan Rao's heart felt hot and itchy as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling on it. She wished she could grow a pair of wings and fly to the Marquis Wu'an Mansion to spend her bridal chamber with Lu Shengling right away.
She couldn't help but squeeze the horse's belly, making the horse run faster.
"Humph, you are just dreaming."
In the teahouse diagonally opposite, Feng Yejing opened her pale lips slightly and uttered these words with disdain.
Hearing this, the person standing behind her seemed to be afraid that she would be angry, so he hurried forward and said soothingly:
"Don't worry, Your Highness. The human slaves are ready. They will make sure that Yan Rao will not be able to marry you and will suffer instead."
Feng Yejing covered her lips and coughed a few times, then nodded and said:
"Ahem, I am naturally relieved that you can handle the matter."
"Then, Your Highness, please return to the palace as soon as possible. Your health is not good to begin with. If you catch a cold, I'm afraid Lord Mu will blame this servant."
Feng Yejing uttered a long "hmm", then was helped by the palace servants and turned away.
--at the same time.
In the main courtyard of Wu'an Marquis's Mansion, smoke was curling up inside the house.
Lu Shengling glanced at the teacup beside him, then turned his gaze to Old Hou on the bed and asked:
"Mother, please tell me what you want to say. I have already drunk three cups of tea and I really can't drink any more."
Lu Hanqiong pursed his lips, turned his eyes slightly and looked at the incense burner at the end of the bed with deep meaning, and replied with a trembling voice:
"Sheng Ling, mother, mother..."
Halfway through her words, she recalled the information that the male servant of Lingxiao Court had obtained four days ago, but she felt that it was difficult for her as a mother to speak up, so she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
Seeing this, Lu Shengling frowned:
"What on earth is wrong with my mother..."
Before he could utter the word "word", Lu Shengling felt dizzy and his body swayed unsteadily.
His body went limp and fell onto the table beside him. Suddenly, the crackling sound of teacups breaking filled the whole room.
The servants guarding outside the door heard the sound, looked at each other, and immediately pushed the door open.
Several people strode up to Lu Shengling and glanced guiltily at his slowly closing eyes.
Then he turned around and looked at Lao Hou who was half lying on the bed, and reported:
"Master, the Marquis has fainted."
Lu Hanqiong sighed deeply, looked at the bed curtains above his head with a vague gaze, and said to himself:
"Mother is doing this for your own good. I hope my son won't blame me."
After saying this, she closed her eyes and said resolutely:
"Carry the Marquis back to Lingxiao Courtyard to change into wedding clothes."
"yes."
——Half an hour later.
Lingxiao Courtyard.
Yan Rao led the relatives and friends who came to pick up the bride, and after going through many difficult procedures, they arrived at the new husband's yard.
Both parties knew exactly what the new husband's condition was, so they didn't set up any checkpoints in Lingxiao Courtyard.
As soon as Yan Rao entered the courtyard, she was led by servants to the bridal chamber.
She glanced at the man lying limply on the bed, wearing wedding clothes and a golden mask on his face.
With a smile on his face, he picked up the person and carried him sideways, turned around and quickly walked out of Wu'an Marquis Mansion, and placed the person in the sedan chair.
Yan Rao rode back on the tall horse and waved his hand, saying:
"Go around the city twice and then go back to the Marquis' Mansion."
The wedding procession responded "yes" and followed Yan Rao's horse towards the street with music and dance.
About an hour later.
Yan Rao looked at Lin'an Street as she passed by again. The anxiety on her face disappeared completely, replaced by an expression of confidence that she had won.
The corners of her lips curved slightly, she turned her head to look at the big red sedan chair behind her and chuckled.
Ling'er will be hers soon.
She would never let him down in the future.
Just as Yan Rao was immersed in beautiful fantasies, the streets suddenly became chaotic.
“Swish, swish—.”
Several sharp arrows shining with silver light shot towards Yan Rao and the wedding procession behind her, and the entire formation was immediately disrupted.
Seeing this, Yan Rao's eyes sharpened and she rolled over to avoid the arrow that was heading for her chest.
However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, hundreds of agile men in black suddenly jumped out from the roofs on both sides, swords in hand, and attacked Yan Rao.
Yan Rao's heart tightened, and he abandoned his horse and fought with the assassin with his bare hands. Although he successfully snatched a long sword, he was stabbed several times on the back and arms.
She looked at the bleeding wound with fire in her eyes. While her body was in pain, she was extremely angry and hateful in her heart.
She resented that these assassins showed up at the wrong time. She was going to marry Lu Shengling soon, but they had to ruin her plans at this very moment.
Thinking of Lu Shengling, Yan Rao subconsciously glanced at the bridal sedan. Unexpectedly, just one glance made her face change drastically.
Suddenly, a group of gray-clad assassins emerged from the alley and slashed at the sedan chair with fierce eyes.
Veins bulged on Yan Rao's forehead and he immediately turned around and ran over.
But just as she turned around, a ray of cold light shot out quietly from the roof not far away at lightning speed.
He stabbed Yan Rao's chest with such swiftness that it was no exaggeration to describe it as lightning.
There was only a "puff" sound.
Yan Rao only felt a heart-wrenching pain in her chest. Her eyes bulged out in pain and were filled with red bloodshot. She lowered her head and looked down in disbelief.
Her chest was pierced, and through the bloody hole, she could even see the moss-covered floor tiles behind her.
Before she died, Yan Rao took a last look at the wedding sedan not far away.
At this time, the bright red curtain of the sedan chair was lifted high, and the man inside was pierced by several large knives. The bright red, thick blood formed a small river under his body.
The moment Yan Rao closed her eyes.
Thoughts:
It’s great that they can be husband and wife again in the underworld.
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