There were gasping sounds all around.
One was that she was amazed at the boldness of the princess of Nanchu, who actually lifted her hijab in a grandiose way before paying homage, which is simply absurd.
The second is to be amazed by her stunning beauty.
The woman standing in the center of the wedding hall was dressed in red, with her hair hanging down her back and tied up with a silver belt. There was no decoration on her head. There was a cold expression on his face, but it couldn't hide such a peerless appearance at all.
Fu Yue's eyes swished over.
Then I saw that at the position where the bridegroom officer should be standing—
Now, stand a chicken.
"..."
Seeing Fu Yue take off the hijab, the eunuch Si Li pinched the orchid finger and almost jumped up, "Princess, what are you doing, this hijab can't be taken off! Don't miss the auspicious time, hurry up and pay homage."
The woman raised her phoenix eyes, her curled and slender eyelashes seemed to be fanned, "You let Bengong worship a chicken?"
She spoke slowly.
The words spoken were flat and threatening.
The eunuch explained: "His Royal Highness Prince Yuanxian is not feeling well, and it is really difficult for a strong man to visit the hall. Please forgive me, Your Highness Princess."
Fu Yue pulled her red lips, and the words she spit out were shocking, "I can't even do obeisance? Does that mean I have to ask others for the bridal chamber?"
"..."
"..."
There was a dead silence.
Someone stepped forward and explained with a smile: "His Royal Highness be careful, this is of course impossible, but now Prince Yuanxian is really ill and cannot come."
The woman bent her lips, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corners of her crimson lips.
She reached out her hand like lightning, so fast that it was almost invisible.
The chicken was strangled by her.
The kind with the neck cut off.
The people present were a little shocked and looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say. The Chinese guests lowered their heads one after another, their fear almost surfaced, as if they were the ones whose necks were cut off.
Well, although this princess of Nanchu is astonishingly beautiful, this method is frightening.
Fu Yue withdrew her hand lightly, took a handkerchief handed to her by the personal maid, and slowly wiped her slender and clean fingers.
"Didn't it mean that the prince is weak?"
"That's right, take this chicken and stew it for the prince to nourish himself."
Eunuch: "... the princess really likes to joke."
Everyone: "..."
Fu Yue sneered: "Who's kidding? I'm going to stew this chicken now, and then I'll take a cup of this chicken soup to see in person how sick my husband is."
The wedding was a complete mess.
Under Fu Yue's strength, the chicken was really stewed and turned into a bowl of soup.
Fu Yue packed the bowl of chicken soup in a food box, and casually pointed to a maid, asking her to lead the way to Prince Yuan Xian's bedroom.
The guests in Xitang were originally here to watch the show, but now that Fu Yue is so strong, they are all afraid of getting burned, and they all find reasons to leave.
**
Push open the door of Prince Yuan Xian's bedroom.
Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked in.
A slender figure was leaning on the roof. Although the man was tall, he was a bit thin. He was wearing a simple plain robe and his black hair was hanging down.
This person's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows is even more vivid.
Hear the noise from here.
The man looked over.
He met a pair of clean black eyes, like the breeze and the moon, he seemed a little stunned.