Chapter 1337: Big wedding

Di Shiyin's eyes flashed slightly, her palms tightened to hold her little hand, and with a little force, her body fell into his arms. In his nose was the unique scent of coldness that was unique to him, familiar and warm, and Feng Qingyu's heart seemed to be filled with warmth. She stretched her arms around his waist, and whispered lowly, "Master ..." Why, suddenly there was an urge to cry.
Di Shiyin looked down at the bright red face in Xiahua, her eyebrows spreading out like landscape painting, and kissed her gently on the lips: "Qing Yu, let's go home." Hug her Striding out of the door.
Looking at the two inseparable people, Xi Niang in the room and the eight elders of the Feng ethnic group who followed in, exhaled with relief. These two talents are a natural pair, and a pair is set up-
Outside is an eight-horse unicorn beast pulled by a float, the float is brilliant, and the orbs on it flash. A nine-tailed snow fox and a colorful phoenix are carved on the top of the float. The carver is exquisite and lifelike, and it looks like he is going to live.
Di Shiyin carried Feng Qingyu into the car. The car was full of eyes, and the space was not small. The two of them didn't feel cramped.
Feng Qingyu looked at Di Shiyin, who put her down and sat down beside her. Di Shiyin's eyes were also looking at her. The two eyes looked at each other. Feng Qingyu's heart jumped again. After a meal, he finally said, "Master--"
Di Shiyin stretched her arms around her slim waist, smiling like a burning peach blossom, blooming in the wind: "Good, it's Langjun."
Feng Qingyu's mouth narrowed, and she seemed to smile. "I still like to call you a master." After all, she has called him for hundreds of years.
"So-how about Master Lang Jun?" Di Shiyin smiled and offered a step back answer.
Feng Qingyu's forehead's green tendon jumped a little, this title looks a bit weird-
However, it wasn't this issue that she was tangled with now. The sound of music was rising again, the body was shaking slightly, and she was already moving forward—
Di Shiyin still sat beside her slowly, without any intention of getting up.
"That-shouldn't you go out?" Shouldn't he ride in front of the sedan by rules? How to get stuck in a wedding car with her?
Di Shiyin folded her arms and let her head rest on his shoulders. She smiled very elegantly: "Go out and do something? Didn't you say that in your era, the groom and bride were in a wedding car?"
Feng Qingyu: "..." It turned out that he had all her words in her mind unintentionally. That's why I took a ride with her this time.
The taste of this car is quite good. Feng Qingyu no longer said anything, snuggled up comfortably in his arms, and looked out through the crystal bead curtain.
In front of it are the flags flying, and two rows of Zilianmen disciples dressed in wedding clothes opened the way in front of them. The petals in the sky danced like waves, like dreams. Suddenly, Feng Qingyu's eyes were frozen! Open your eyes in disbelief!
In the front air, a red-haired, silver-haired man sits on a colorful unicorn, an antique piano on his knees, and the tunes flow like the tide, accompanied by the rain of flowers, unspeakable harmony, unspeakable dazzling .
Feng Qingyu's surprise was not Huayu, not the sound of the piano, but the person playing the piano. Someone she could never think of-Feng Xiaoxun!
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I wish all readers a happy Dragon Boat Festival.