"Little chef, I'm here."

Ling Yuan walked to Feng Jiao with a smile, and looked at her dressed in a bride, and felt infinitely longing. Who knew that the first thing his little wife asked him was: "Is the big mutton bun I gave you in the morning enough?"

Feng Jiao is sincere in caring for Ling Yuan.

Since the spirit gathering array in the entire spiritual world has been closed, they cannot use the flying magic weapon, so they have to use a more down-to-earth sedan chair for ordinary people to hold weddings at home according to Feng Jiao's suggestions.

The Emperor's wedding is a great deal after all.

According to their design, Feng Jiao's sedan chair was to surround the main urban area of ​​Ling'an City for a while and finally arrive at the Emperor's Mansion.

Feng Jiao made a rough estimate and it would take at least two hours to finish this route.

She was so worried that her cat fairy would go hungry halfway through her journey.

Ling Yuan smiled, suddenly approached her, and whispered to her in her ear: "Madam, don't worry, I'm very full for my husband, but I still want to have a drink with my wife on the wedding night."

Feng Jiao's little face turned red instantly, but she couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Because Ling Yuan suddenly picked her up, hugged her, and walked outside.

The big red veil covered most of Feng Jiao's vision.

She could not see the groom's face, but only his slender arms in a bright red wedding dress.

Suddenly being picked up by him, she felt a little dizzy, but more of her shy joy and longing, and her heart was filled with an indescribable emotion, as if it was about to overflow.

She stretched out her right hand to wrap around his neck, and her left hand subconsciously tightened.

"Haha, little chef, you're shy." His low laughter sounded in her ears, making her feel even more embarrassed.

She thought, fortunately she was covered with a big red veil, otherwise she would have turned her face red if she was watched by so many people.

The four ladies who lived in the same room as Feng Jiao were also stunned.

The Emperor, wearing a bright red groom outfit, still had a cool and noble appearance with a unchanging appearance, but the corners of his lips could not help but outline a pleasant curve.

Lord Emperor with a faint smile is not something that ordinary people can see.

Even the four of them, the wives of the Immortal Emperor, were almost fainted by the faint smile.

Feng Jiao was quickly held by Ling Yuan and placed in the sedan chair.

The sedan she was riding in was made of precious red sandalwood. It was as tall as a small house, with red silk on the body, and the top of the sedan was a phoenix with flapping wings and flying. In the winter sun, it emitted a golden light, which could blind everyone's eyes.

Sixteen tall and agile sedan chairmen were carrying the sedan chair steadily. They looked sharp and had a alert step. They were not ordinary sedan chairmen at first glance. Not only were their paces particularly steady, but they also walked very quickly.

Ling Yuan rode a black golden dragon horse next to the sedan chair.

The face of the Emperor, who was beautiful in the prosperous times, was still faint. His handsome face as beautiful as a god, against the backdrop of auspicious clothes and sunshine, was like a ripe orchid and a jade tree.

The wedding of the Emperor is simply a prosperous ceremony in the entire spiritual world.

The streets and alleys were bustling with people coming to watch.

In order to avoid accidents, Long Yi, the president of the Immortal Cultivation Association, even mobilized the Immortal Cultivation Cultivation Association.
Chapter completed!