: 1751. Friends and relatives argue for a good marriage

"Two worship high hall!" Which looks like a model, the second drink.
Yan Di, Xue Chuqing looked at the Yan Zhao song in front of them, both smiled.
On the other side, Fu Enshu is slightly fascinated.
For the disciple of Feng Yunyi, Fu Enshu has always appreciated and added, and Feng Yunyi has already been out of blue, which makes her very happy.
To a certain extent, Feng Yunqi is her favorite and most appreciated disciple, and even more than Si Kongqing and others.
This is not because Feng Yunyi has achieved the highest achievement, but because Feng Yunyi has always experienced, far more than other people like Si Kongqing, it is too difficult to twist and tear.
Fu Enshu, who has been tough and consistently strict with the believers, has asked her to change her position in Fengyun, and I am afraid it will be difficult to get down.
Feng Yunyi can have today's achievements, Fu Enshu does not dare to take the merits, but is sincerely proud of this disciple.
Now that she finally has a good home, Fu Enshu is more iron-hearted.
The excellence of Yan Zhaoge, as early as in the eight-level world, Fu Enshu has long recognized.
He joined hands with Yun Yun all the way to the present, Fu Enshu looked in his eyes and was happy for Feng Yunxiao.
Just watching Yan Zhao song, she will inevitably think of another side.
Fu Enshu looked down at Yan Di and Xue Qingqing next to her, and her mood was mixed.
However, the line of sight between the Yan Zhaoge couple and the Yan Di couple turned back and forth, and the stagnation of Fu Enshu’s heart gradually faded.
The last piece of the knot has finally disappeared completely when this new generation has entered the wedding hall.
Fu Enshu’s face showed a few light smiles.
As a parent of the Guangshang Mountain, Yuan Zhengfeng and Fang Zhun, as a parent, they all need to laugh.
Yuan Zhengfeng looked at Fu Enshu with a thoughtful look, and his face was more intense.
"The husband and wife are worshipping!"
Just before the eight women who came in with Feng Yunqi, one of them looked forward to watching the Yan Zhaoge couple, and then looked around the hall.
"If I can have such a scene, I will be like this..." Jun Luo whispered his lips.
As one of Yanjia’s world-class exchanges in the eight-level world, Jun Zhiyuan and Jun Luo’s father and daughter have already settled in Tianwaitian.
This time, Yan Zhaoge was married, Yan Di Shao could not ask them and Dong Tang Guo Zhao Shicheng and other friends to come to the ceremony together.
When Jun Luo was a teenager, he was familiar with Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunyu. They often walked around the Tianhou Tianhou. This time they joined Mengn and Guan Yu as women to make a bridesmaid for Feng Yun.
She looked around in the hall for a long time, and finally fell back to Yan Zhaoge, and said with amazement: "It is a good match!"
On the other side, there is a woman who is looking at Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunyu.
For the day and night, it seems to be a very common thing to be so mad, and it will appear from time to time.
The reason why she lost some of her at the moment is that she has nothing to do with Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunqi, and has nothing to do with anyone at today's ceremony.
Just looking at the newlyweds’ new couple at the moment, she couldn’t help but think of another figure.
I went back to the night and looked at Meng Yi, Fu Ting, Guan Yuluo and others.
Just now they accompanied Feng Yunxiao into the hall.
She looked at the opposite side, where she was accompanied by Yan Fei, Xu Long, Xia Guang and others.
"If you are still there, should you also stand among them?" Staying up late and talking to himself.
However, her eyes fell back to a new couple, her eyes became happy and soft, and she also praised: "It is good to have a lover,"
Next to her, looking at the newcomers to the worship, Meng Hao also smiled.
"Sister, you have finally come to the end." She is now a female immortal who has faded from the fetus, but at this moment she looks at a new couple, and she can't help but feel the heart and the eyes are moist.
She couldn't help but think of her youth in the eight-level world in her early years.
At that time, she and Feng Yunqi were still the same sisters who lived together.
Suddenly, Feng Yunyu accidentally suffered bad luck, fell from the peak of the valley, and was forced to flee the Dasheng Shengzong because of the injury to Xiao Sheng.
After that, Feng Yun’s encounter with Yan Zhao’s songs and the restoration of the Taiyin’s body re-emerged. Their sisters became the opponents of the Taiyin’s test and had to fight against each other.
Later, the Great Day saints died, and they reached the upper bounds of the world.
However, after the closure of the cloud, but because of the darkness of the sacred and simple and simple and fell into the nine quiet.
Until the separation of the upper bounds, the two talents were able to reunite, Feng Yunyi finally settled down, no need to continue to drift, and displaced.
In the years when Feng Yunyi’s whereabouts are unknown, Yan Zhaoge has been waiting for her to return. Now they are finally married, and Meng Yu met and was happy for Feng Yunxiao.
Although it is still unpredictable to know the future, at this moment, Meng Hao looked at Feng Yun's marriage, and only had joy in his heart.
Beside her, Guan Yu is equally happy.
Not as introverted as Meng Xi, the smile on the face of the rain is even more splendid.
Meng Yu smiled and turned to look at the other side, could not help but glimpse.
Her sister-in-law, Fu Ting, looked at the newcomers at the time, and her eyes were slightly complicated.
Like everyone else, there are blessings and joys.
But it seems to be a little more.
"Sister?" Meng Hao quietly passed to Fu Ting.
Although I recognized each other in adulthood, although different mothers, even for the sake of the father, there was even a little bit of embarrassment.
However, Fu Ting has always been very concerned about Meng Yi’s mother-in-law.
I thought that Meng Yu had left her biological parents to live alone in the eight-level world since she was a child. Fu Ting was even more pitiful to her.
After getting along these years, Meng Hao is also very close to Fu Ting, and he is much closer than his father Fu Yunchi.
At this moment, she noticed that Fu Ting's strangeness could not help but move.
Fu Ting turned to look at Meng Hao, who seemed to know what Meng Hao thought, and smiled and shook his head: "Reassured, I have nothing now, just think back to the past, only some feelings."
Meng Hao looked at her and gently nodded, saying nothing more.
Fu Ting looked back at a pair of new people and smiled a little. The indescribable color in his eyes gradually dissipated, as if he had completely let go.
After the ceremony, the people staying up late, Meng Meng, Guan Yuluo and others went back to the courtyard behind the temple.
Yan Zhaoge stayed to continue to entertain the guests.
To talk about business, there are other times when there is only one celebration at this moment.
Before the ruin of the past, the Yaochi peach banquet, the heavenly ceremonial banquet often had a grand occasion. After a great annihilation, the door was degraded, and even these feasts became history.
Today, the wedding banquet of Yan Zhaoge reappears in the past.
The guest and the host enjoyed the hospitality, and the guests, Xu Fei and others surrounded Yan Zhaoge to go to the new house.
After being beaten by Meng Xi, Jun Luo and Guan Yu, after sending these bridesmaids, Yan Zhao Ge finally entered the bridal chamber.
His bride, wait there.
Yan Zhao song slowly stepped forward, picked up the red towel, revealing the face of the cover under the cover.
Feng Yunxiao was a little shy, but he looked up at Yan Zhaoge and looked at him.
"Zhao Ge..." She said with some infatuation: "No matter how difficult it is in the next nine secluded games, today I feel uncomfortable..."
When the words were not finished, a glimpse of Yan Yan’s face, she had sealed her lips.
The bride's body is a little soft and fits in the bridegroom's arms.
After a long while, the lips, Yan Zhao song posted in her ear whispered: "At this time, don't mention those, we have more important things."
"What... What?" Feng Yun said with a bite on his lips: "You... you said, I listen."
Yan Zhao song laughed and whispered, covering her rounded earlobe, her teeth gently rubbing on her skin, feeling her breathing more and more urgent.