Dragon King Hall

Chapter 789 The day of salute
Su Yu was kicked to the ground by Zhu Feng, but she didn't dare to say a word.

"Feng'er, don't be rude!" A middle-aged man from the Zhu family scolded, "This is Qinghan's elder, and he will be your uncle in the future. You have to do a good job in etiquette!"

Zhu Feng glanced at the middle-aged man who was talking, and lowered his head, "Yes, uncle."

"Yeah." The middle-aged man nodded, looked at Su Yu again, and said, "Su Yu, right? People from the Su family, although you are Qinghan's uncle, you must understand what is meant by respect and inferiority. We Zhu Clan's patriarch, it's not your turn to speak, understand?"

"Things that don't understand the rules!" Su Yuanfan, the new patriarch of the Su Clan, walked in, and shouted at Su Yu with a dissatisfied expression, "Get out!"

After Su Yuanfan finished speaking, he didn't look at Su Yu again, and said to Zhu Feng: "Patriarch Zhu, calm down, don't let an insignificant person ruin the relationship between our two families."

Zhu Feng waved his hands and laughed loudly, "Haha, Patriarch Su, today is my big day, so I don't have the same knowledge as this kind of person, come on, get married!"

With a wave of Zhu Feng's hand, six young girls walked up immediately.

The girls gathered around the bed and said sweetly, "Madam, it's time to get on the sedan chair."

The two girls stretched out their hands to help Sylvia Lin.

The phoenix robe mopped the floor, fanned out, and walked outside.

Zhu Feng looked at Sylvia Lin's graceful figure, and unconsciously licked his lips.

With the sound of gongs and drums, Sylvia Lin sat in the sedan chair, covered the curtain of the sedan chair, and the eight-carried sedan chair was lifted again.

Zhu Feng rode vigorously on a tall horse with a smile all over his face.

"Look at this guy surnamed Zhu, he's laughing so disgustingly." A person at the guest table whispered.

"Hush! You don't want to die." As soon as the man opened his mouth, the person next to him quickly covered his mouth, "Let me tell you, there are many people like Chen Fengya, who are secretly staring at us now. Just go to flatter the clan."

"What a bunch of rubbish!" The person who spoke looked angry. "At the beginning, the clan wanted to enslave us like dogs. It was the people of Guangming Island who gave us the opportunity to practice Qi and make us have the possibility of turning over. They are better off and took the initiative to give the clan Being a dog makes me sick!"

"Okay, don't be angry, everyone has their own choice, they are willing to be dogs for the clan, and when the king returns, there will be times when they regret it!"

"King..." The person who spoke first murmured these two words, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "Can the king really return?"

"It will definitely work!" Another person said with great certainty, "Back then, he overthrew the Wanghui, started a holy war, and restored the world's dark night power to peace. If he returns, he will definitely be able to trample the clan under his feet!"

"Hopefully."

Everyone said that the king would definitely return one day, hoping for such a day, but in fact, these are just the self-comfort they gave themselves, allowing themselves to contribute to the bleak future under the ruling of the clan. A hint of color.

If the king really returns, it will be nine years.

Who can say what will happen nine years later, maybe the king has been smoothed and unable to accept the facts.

Looking at Zhu Feng's high-spirited appearance, many people were angry.

Everyone looked at the woman in the eight-carrying sedan chair. Some people envied her for marrying the patriarch of the Zhu clan, and she would have the status of being under one person and above ten thousand in the future, but some people were also regretful. His deal, marrying Zhu Feng, was just treated as a commodity by Su Shi.

Zhu Feng bared his yellow teeth all the way, very proud.

The sound of gongs and drums rang all the way.

In front of the red carpet, build a high platform for wedding purposes.

The two elders sat on both sides of the high platform. Behind them, there was a big red background wall with a big happy character written on the wall.

This wedding full of ancient Chinese style requires three procedures: worshiping the heaven and the earth, worshiping the high hall, and worshiping each other.

Zhu Feng came to the high platform on a tall horse, jumped lightly, and got on the high platform.

The big sedan chair inlaid with gold and red silk was placed next to the high platform, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and Sylvia Lin, who was wearing a hijab, stepped out of the sedan chair, supported by two young girls, and slowly walked up the high platform.

The red robes sweep the floor and are scattered fan-shaped, showing a sense of dignity and glory.

A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing the hijab on Sylvia Lin's head, and let the red hijab sweep away behind Sylvia Lin.

Sylvia Lin turned around quickly, stretched out the catkin, and grabbed the hijab that flew away, with a look of panic in his eyes.

It was this turning around that made all the guests, regardless of gender, feel amazed.

The gorgeous and noble phoenix crown is worn on top of the woman's head, not only is it not obtrusive, but it has a sense of perfect fit. Her hair is coiled up, revealing a smooth forehead, like a beautiful jade, without any blemishes.

The woman's beautiful face doesn't need heavy makeup at all, just put on some light makeup to look like a city, the panic in her eyes makes people see it, but it hurts for no reason.

Such a woman will be married into the door by someone like Zhu Feng. She should belong to the owner of Guangming Island. Only such a man can marry such a woman, and only such a woman can be worthy of such a woman. man.

"If you look at the city with one eye, then you can look at the country with your eyes." An older old man sighed.

"It's no wonder Zhu Feng is so anxious to marry a wife. Such a woman can't wait to embrace her immediately."

Just when Sylvia Lin was about to grab the hijab that was blown away by the cold wind, a big hand stretched out from the side, and Zhu Feng snatched the hijab away.

Zhu Feng grabbed the hijab, put it in front of his nose, and took a deep breath, showing an intoxicated look.

"Hahaha! You don't need Feng'er to do anything, God will lift up the hijab. It seems that Sylvia and our family Feng'er are a match made in heaven, even God can't wait to agree!" Zhu Feng's uncle Sitting on the elder seat on the high platform, he laughed loudly, "This is God willing to match our two families."

"Not bad!" An older member of the Su family also said, "Since God intends to make this happen, let's start as soon as possible."

The sound of gongs and drums sounded again, and various congratulatory voices also came from the mouths of the guests. Those who were anxious to congratulate were all the dark night forces attached to the survival of the clan.

As for those dark night forces that rely on the three major families in the capital, they all remained silent.

"Okay, since the heavens are perfect, it is better to hit the right time than to choose the right time. Now is the auspicious time, let's salute!" Uncle Zhu Feng waved his hand.

An old woman in a red matchmaker dress came onto the stage.

"Today, Zhu's family Zhu Feng, Su's family Sylvia Lin, their birthdays match, they are a match made in heaven, and they should be married..."

Halfway through the old woman's speech, she heard a voice from the audience.

"No, I am Guangming Island, I object!"

(End of this chapter)