Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

chapter 82
As the ceremonial officer sang, the two worshiped the Son of Heaven, knelt down to their parents, and the husband and wife bowed to each other...

After the ceremony was completed, the two looked at each other, their eyes were full of precious and affectionate, and Yanhua held Shen Jing tightly, as if holding a rare treasure, and the full love almost overflowed.

Qingxuan looked at the two people who were so affectionate and loving each other, and he turned his head to look at Shen Chen, with a touch of sadness in his long and narrow eyes.

After the newcomer was taken down.

Next came the grand palace banquet. The gold-plated panlong incense burner quietly exhaled cloud-like cigarettes. All the officials exchanged cups and exchanged cups. They talked happily.

Shen Chen was sitting on the dragon chair, holding the jade cup in his hand, feeling a little drunk.

She lowered her eyes, tapped her fingertips on the dragon chair slowly, and glanced at Qingxuan who looked calm from the corner of her eye.

I saw that although his face was expressionless, the material of his cuffs was crumpled a little.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Because of drinking some wine, her face was stained a little red, and her lips were as red as blood.

Nothing happened until the banquet was over.

All the ministers were drunk and in a hurry, and were preparing to return home one after another, but they didn't want the situation to change suddenly. The sky was covered with red clouds, the wind was blowing up, and it was snowing heavily.

The guards at the palace gate pointed their swords at them, and many ministers were sober for the most part in an instant.

One after another, they were all controlled. As long as they struggled loudly, their heads would be beheaded immediately, and the holy white snow covered the bright red blood.

Gradually, no one dared to speak out.

For a time, the wind was roaring.

They all realized something was wrong.

The scene in front of him was very similar to the scene where Shen Chen poisoned the empress dowager and forced her into the palace.

A strange army surrounded the entire palace with lightning speed.

The guards in the palace were originally in charge of the guards, but today she got married and was temporarily handed over to someone else a few days ago.

The whole imperial city was filled with the wind and rain.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Shen Chen left the palace banquet, the howling wind and snow were merciless, rampaging, she tightened her robe tightly.

Since the last world, she has been a little afraid of the cold.

As expected, Lin Shang's figure disappeared beside her, and the familiar palace people were replaced by a group, and now there were unfamiliar faces in front of her eyes.

She pursed her lips, looking at the somewhat empty palace, she walked slowly to the eaves, slowly stretched out her hand, the hexagonal snowflakes fell into her palm coldly, and quickly melted into a puddle Temperature drops.

"Your Majesty, this way please." Although the palace man with a cold face called her His Majesty, there was no respect at all on his face.

The surrounding palace people held long swords and surrounded Shen Chen in a surrounding posture.

Shen Chen hooked his lips and held the water drop in his hand.

Without any resistance, the palace servants took her outside the front hall.

White jade steps stretched down from her feet, red lacquered doors, glazed golden tiles were covered with layers of snow, and the bright red silk satin of great joy rustled in the cold wind.

Numerous guards stood under the stage with swords in hand, and all the ministers were shivering in the middle. Seeing Shen Chen's figure, it was as if they saw the savior.

Only to find that Shen Chen was also under control.

Several ministers stood up and yelled at the guards for disorderly officials and thieves.

The guard lying on the knife was expressionless, blood spattered three feet in an instant, staining the crystal clear snow red.

The red lanterns in the palace, which originally meant great joy, were faintly emitting a strange red light at this time.

The entire palace was shrouded in blood.

Shen Chen looked at the scene below indifferently, without any change in his eyes.

"Shen Chen, you lost." The man's magnetically complacent voice sounded from behind her.

When Shen Chen turned his head, Feng Louyin's beautiful glazed eyes were shining with unprecedented light, and he slowly stood one meter away from Shen Chen holding a bamboo umbrella.

"Look, you taught me very well." He looked at Shen Chen: "From the beginning of self-recovery of memory, I never stopped planning for a moment."

(End of this chapter)