"Sir Lan Ji, there is an invitation from heaven!"

"What invitation?"

In Qin Guang Hall, Lan Ji (that is, Xiangzi) took the eye-catching red wedding invitation from the guards, and the word "六" was written on it.

"The Emperor of Heaven wants to officially marry the God of Luo in March. This is an invitation to the engagement banquet tomorrow!"

Lan Ji was happy. Does the God of Luo married the Emperor of Heaven? Does that mean that she will be a passerby in the world when she meets each other from now on?

"This is really a great thing! You go to the warehouse to pick up the Sezhen and play with me, and I'll go see the Lord!"

"Yes, my subordinates obey the order!"

Lan Ji was overjoyed. If anyone who didn't know would think it was her who was engaged, not Lausanne.

Lan Ji took the invitation and came to Piaomiao Hall where Shi Wujian lived. He hesitated at the door, but chose to go in.

It’s not her fault for hesitating. Since last incident, Shi Wujian has always avoided herself intentionally or unintentionally, and she is also embarrassed and difficult to disturb her.

Now, thanks to this invitation, she has a reason to come to this place.

"Your Majesty, the invitation from the heavens, His Majesty the Emperor invites you to attend his engagement banquet with the God of Luo tomorrow!"

Lan Ji had just walked a few steps, and Shi Wujian quietly moved behind Lan Ji, and his eyes as charming as silver moon were carefully slapped the red invitation.

"I hope you will arrive as promised, and I am so happy! The words are so bad!"

After Shi Wujian took the invitation and turned it over and over, he threw it to Lan Ji in a blink of an eye.

"I will dress better tomorrow and accompany me to the Heavenly Palace for a banquet!"

"Yes, Master!"

The next day was coming in a blink of an eye. On this day, people from Xiaoyu Qing Mansion and Tianqiong Palace were very busy.

In order to coordinate, Wenqu and others gathered people from both sides and assigned tasks uniformly.

The banquet was in Yaoming Palace before Gen Mao got married. Luosang felt that the name was a bit gloomy, so he gave him a "Yaoming Palace", which made him so much more pleasing to him.

"Ao Qi, singing and dancing, and seating arrangements are almost the same, right?" Wenqu asked with a bunch of things in his arms.

"Oh, don't worry, all the arrangements have been made. I think I should be responsible for the kitchen, so there should be no problem. Next, I will wait for all the immortals to come!"

After a while, the fairy spirit was surrounded by Yaoming Palace, and all the immortal families came to the banquet hall one after another.

At this time, Lausanne, who was the main leader, was being tricked by Wen Yi and Ying Zhu.

"Your Majesty has a good vision. You are shining with the phoenix. Tonight, you must be the most beautiful!" Wen Yi's face showed a sunflower-like smile.

"Yes, the god of the upper body looks so beautiful!" Yingzhu sincerely praised.

"Okay, stop praising me! The time is over, let's go!"

The two of them helped Luosang to the gate of Shuimu Tianze, where Mu Yu had already been waiting.

Luosang looked at Mu Yu and was stunned. There is a saying that if a person looks good, no matter where he stands, there will be a poetic scenery everywhere.

"You are so beautiful, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to be favored by you?"

Mu Yu stretched out his hand to Lausanne, and the tenderness flowed in his eyes.

"That's what you wish! Just hold hands and can't let go!"

Lausanne put his hand in Mu Yu's hand, and Mu Yu held it with her backhand.

"If you fall into my hands, you will never be able to make it through this life!"

Mu Yu smiled slightly, and then the two of them went to Yaoming Palace together. At this moment, all the immortals that should come to Yaoming Palace have arrived, and even the King of Striking Spots like Shi Wujian has arrived early today.

"Hey, have you heard of it? It seems that a representative has also been sent by the Bodhi Patriarch of the West. His Majesty has a great face!"

"What you said, Your Majesty has no face, no one has a face!"

Taking advantage of the time when the immortals were talking, the maids had already arranged tea and fruits. After everything was ready, they heard the sound of "The Emperor of Heaven and God Luo" outside.

"Greetings to the Emperor of Heaven, God of Luo!"

Except for Shi Wujian and Lan Ji, the immortals stood up to greet each other. Mu Yu took Lausanne's hand and walked into the hall together. Under the gaze of the immortals, they sat on the upper head.

"The immortals are exempt from gifts. Today, Japan is the joy of getting engaged with the God of Luo River. Everyone can do whatever they want!"

"Congratulations to Emperor Tian, ​​and to God Luo!"

The immortals brought wine to congratulate each other, and the scene was harmonious. Then the immortals offered congratulations.

The immortal pill of Taishang Laojun, the jade bone fan of Taiyi Zhenren, the golden wisp clothes of the world, the night pearl of the Dragon King of the East China Sea... Lausanne glanced at the gifts without raising his eyelids.

"I send you night pearls every year, and there are no other new things in the East China Sea?" Lausanne contempts.

"It's just a formality to let everyone recognize the status of the future queen. Everyone understands it. On your wedding day, the gift will definitely look better than today!" Mu Yu turned his head to comfort him.

"Yes, if they give it to you today, they will have to give it to you until the day of getting married!"

Wen Yi poured wine for the two of them while comforting him.

"Master Asking for Fame is here!"

This shout successfully attracted everyone's attention. The person who came was dressed in a monk dress, wearing a golden robe, and walked slowly to the center of the hall.

"The Emperor of Heaven is very happy. His family master Bodhi Patriarch presented a tear relic with the most treasure of the Buddhist sect. I hope that the emperor and the empress will be united and the heaven will be prosperous!"

Lausanne's hand shaking with the wine glass, he... isn't it Zhiyun?

"Thank you for your master for me. Please take your seat if you ask Mr. Ming!" Mu Yu saw the clues of Lausanne, but did not expose them.

Not only Lausanne, but also Shi Wuzheng and Gen Mao, who had seen Zhiyun, had a look of awesomeness flashed in their eyes. But after everyone thought about it, they understood the joints.

On the day when the general was executed, Binglian went to the west with a red bead, which shows that Zhiyun's previous life must have been a Buddhist.

"But I don't understand, how did the cinnabar on his forehead come from? It looks so charming!"

Ao Qi suddenly said this, which made Luosang notice the cinnabar mole in the quota, so she secretly cast a spell to check it.

"So that's it. It seems that Zhiyun's merits have finally been fulfilled! It's so gratifying!" After Luosang said that, he picked up the wine glass and toasted the glass in the direction of asking for his name, and then drank it on his own.

"Don't think too much, I'm just happy for him, there's nothing else!" Lausanne turned his head and explained to Mu Yu.

"Well, I understand!" Mu Yu held Luosang's hand. He did think too much before, but now, looking at the person sitting next to him, he smiled.

What do you have to doubt? She is right next to you, right?

"Come, come and sing and dance!"

After a long time, Wenqu shouted to the outside, and a group of fairies in colorful clothes came over and over.

Lausanne was attracted by their graceful dance postures and kept staring at the fairy leading the dance.

"The dance is graceful, and every move is so moving! Is it Mu Yu?" Luosang was fascinated by himself and pushed Mu Yu next to him.

"Even if there are thousands of colors in the world, it is not as good as you!" Mu Yu smiled gently and took the opportunity to change the wine glass of Lausanne for fragrant tea.

"Look at the sky at dawn and clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit! When will I accompany you to comfort me when I feel wandering branches!"

The immortals were puzzled, why did this goddess sing? She sang so explicitly.

I saw that the masked goddess leading the dance swayed out the scarf in her hand, and the scarf went straight to the direction of Gen Mao. Gen Mao subconsciously caught it, and under the gaze of everyone, the woman unveiled the veil.

"Brother Gen Mao, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me?"

"Bang--"

The wine glass in Gen Mao's hand slammed on the ground with a clang, and the man stood up. Yingzhu beside him looked frightened. How could it be her?

"Huan-Yan-?"
Chapter completed!