Marry a queen

——"The emperor is here!"

Then, one sound overshadowed the other, from far to near.

The audience was shocked!Including the group of guards ambushing outside.

The emperor is here?How could the emperor come to Lingyun Villa? !

However, no one dares to stop Shengjia? [

Ever since, the emperor's sedan chair went straight into Lingyun Villa, unimpeded!

The layers of ambushes arranged by Xiaobao turned into nothing in an instant.

The sedan chair soon appeared in the main lobby of Lingyun Villa.

Looking at the luxurious imperial sedan in front of the courtyard, Xiao Bao frowned. There is only so little time, and he will not give up easily.Suddenly, his eyes turned to the officiant, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Shut the ceremony!" If only this sentence appeared, then she would be his wife.

"Yes, yes." So the old man who officiated the wedding cleared his throat, and was just about to open his throat to shout, "Li——"

"The emperor is here! Don't make noise, all the people come out to meet the emperor." It was Chen Shou who shouted.It's really fucking timely to shout, and the people in the sedan chair also secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Of course, he was not the only one who breathed a sigh of relief.

Huangfu Qingcheng's phoenix eyes flashed unexpectedly.

And Xiaobao is not much different.

At such a time, how could the majestic Beiwan emperor suddenly appear in Lingyun Villa? !

Did you hear any rumors? !

wrong!It's just foggy.

In the entire villa, no one probably knows about it—why is that? !

Of course, except for Shen Su'er herself.

The people in the house went out to pick him up.

The identities of Xiaobao and Huangfu Qingcheng are also kept secret, and they don't want to reveal them at the moment.In order not to arouse suspicion, they also followed Master Yun out of the lobby to meet the holy driver.

A certain bride that Xiaobao was protecting behind her naturally followed.

When everyone knelt down, the yellow curtain of the luan sedan was slightly lifted, revealing a slender five finger like green onions, and then, bright yellow boots embroidered with dragon patterns stepped out.

Murong Jing was dressed in a dragon robe and imperial crown, showing a heroic appearance. [

With clear eyebrows and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hands and feet with elegance and majesty.

"Be flat."

In a simple sentence, the kneeling people respectfully shouted long live.