Chapter 3: Snowflake Asks About Love

  What kind of lineup is this?

  Two lines of women in pink clothes and veils walked towards each other, each holding a flower. What kind of flowers they held in their hands was what fragrance spread from their bodies. Behind them were two white horses wearing masks, on the back of the horse on the left was a man dressed in purple dragon pattern, wearing a golden mask, holding a red plum blossom that had not yet bloomed. On the back of the horse on the right was a man dressed in blue dragon pattern, wearing a silver mask, holding a white plum blossom that had not yet bloomed. Behind them were sixteen strong men carrying a pink lotus sedan chair, the sedan chair was surrounded by hundreds of flowers, the pink silk curtains were blown up by the gentle breeze, and the shadow of the woman inside was faintly visible. There were also several women behind the sedan chair.

  Watching this magnificent scene, Qilin felt as if she had arrived in Dali, Yunnan, where the holy monks and nuns riding on elephants were just as spectacular.

  "Another beauty with a short life." Mu Qingfeng gazed at the woman in the sedan, let out a soft sigh, turned his head to look at Qi Lin who was still in shock, his eyes fell on the crimson mark on her face, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, saying softly "It won't be like this anymore."

  Mai Dong's eyes were bulging with anger as he glared at Mu Qingfeng. If it weren't for the fact that Lan Hua had struck his acupoint, Mai Dong would have already hacked Mu Qingfeng to death with his sword. With a furious glare, Mai Dong's sleeves fluttered as he tried to shake off the hands holding him back. "A Xue, you idiot!" he cursed. "How could you let someone else hold you like this? You're usually so careful not to even let anyone touch you! Damn it, hurry up and let go!"

  The silent nod of the Winter Solstice, fortunately, he left a heart eye, when Mu Qingfeng came over, he quickly pointed to the acupuncture point of Mai Dong, otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  Finally feeling Mai Dong's anger, Qi Lin came back to her senses from the shock and turned around to look at Mai Dong, just in time to see him blowing his beard and glaring. Niu Dong was standing beside them, calmly looking ahead as if nothing had happened.

  Alas, rotten wood cannot be carved.

  Qilin silently shook her head, and suddenly something hit her foot. She looked down to see a fan, still made of elm wood. Qilin was taken aback for a moment. Elm was now smiling at her, so she glanced around, figuring that since no one was paying attention to her right now, it should be fine to bend down and pick up the fan.

  When Qilin squatted down to pick up the fan, she didn't notice that her hand had smoothly pulled out from Mu Qingfeng's. Mu Qingfeng was still smiling as he looked at Yu Mu, but Yu Mu stared straight ahead.

  When the team came before the altar, everyone also followed suit and faced the altar.

  The two men dismounted their horses at the same time and bowed to Feng Changqing, saying "Your humble servants pay homage to Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live for ten thousand years."

  Feng Changqing smiled in satisfaction, raised his hand and said, "Your Imperial Highnesses have worked hard, please take a rest."

  "I report to Your Majesty, I have escorted the Jade Maiden here. Please make a decision, Your Majesty," said the man in the golden mask.

  Jade maiden? Qi Lin looked at the woman in the sedan chair, although she couldn't see clearly through the veil, but she must be a beauty. I wonder what will happen next.

  Feng Changqing nodded in satisfaction, and the Grand Priest walked to the altar and said, "Please Your Majesty welcome the Jade Maiden."

  As soon as the priest's voice fell, Feng Changqing sprang up and flew onto the sedan chair. A faint smile hung on his lips as he slowly raised his white jade-like hand and said, "Please welcome the Jade Maiden."

  Such scenery is simply like Prince Charming and Cinderella.

  The person in the sedan seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally placed their slender jade hand on Feng Changqing's icy hand. Feng Changqing smiled slightly and suddenly pulled the person in the sedan into his own arms, stroking the fearful eyes with his hand, quickly sweeping up the woman horizontally and leaping onto the altar in one bound.