I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

He saw Feng Tianxiang standing there stupidly, still covering his crotch.

Zhuo Ling was a little anxious, "General Feng, are you willing or unwilling to say a word?"

Everyone in Feng Tianxiang was going crazy. This was such a great thing, but at the same time, it felt like a castle in the air. It was too unreliable.

He hesitated and said, "Princess...I...I...why do you want to marry me?"

Zhuo Ling had talked about marriage many times, but this was the first time she took the initiative to ask someone to marry her. She was still a little shy, "You... don't want to?"

"No, no, no, no! No! It's just that all of a sudden, I don't know why..." Feng Tianxiang awkwardly stroked his fluffy and messy curly hair.

Zhuo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't hate you. You are very skilled, popular, your age is right, and you have good looks. I want to stay in the military camp. Are these reasons enough?"

It was clear that in order to use him to gain a foothold in the military, Feng Tianxiang hesitated and couldn't find a reason to refute.

He stood there squirming for a long time, looking troubled.

Who wouldn’t want to have a wife? Still the princess!

He has long treated Zhuo Yunjun as his own father. Even if his daughter doesn't marry, he will definitely treat her well. Now that she wants to marry him, Zhuo Yunjun really becomes his father now!

He would never dare to dream of such a beautiful thing!

But this is fake, and it is a very common method of marriage.

Feng Tianxiang was a little disappointed.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhuo Ling thought he didn't want to, and sighed, "General Feng has no intention, so just let it go. Just pretend I didn't say it."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

When Feng Tianxiang saw that she was leaving, he panicked. He didn't care about his baggy pants and took Zhuo Ling's hand, "Princess, I... I wish, I wish!"

Zhuo Ling asked him again seriously, "Has General Feng thought it through? This is not child's play!"

"Of course it's not a child's play! It's just...just..."

"Just what? General Feng said it bluntly."

"It's just that the marriage is a real marriage? The kind of sleeping in the same bed, not pretending to be a couple, right?"

Zhuo Ling hadn't thought of such an option. She found it a little funny and chuckled, "Although I need help, I never thought of lying to you. Getting married is really getting married, and sleeping is really sleeping. The timing You can also have a child when you are mature.”

child? !

These two words hit Feng Tianxiang in the pit of his heart. His whole body felt numb and his heart melted in an instant.

He felt like his messy hair was jumping, and the roots of his hair were dancing on his scalp, making his face turn red instantly.

Damn it!

"Okay! Okay! I promise the princess! Can the princess go back first? I... will come to you later to discuss marriage..."

Feng Tianxiang was sweating profusely, and his face, ears, and entire upper body were all red. Even the lion tattooed on his back looked like he had fallen into a pot and been cooked, sweating.

If Zhuo Ling doesn't leave, he will start to burn!

Seeing his nervous look, Zhuo Ling found it funny and a little embarrassed, so she left quickly.

As soon as Zhuo Ling left the tent, Feng Tianxiang suddenly got into bed, his hands holding the quilt trembling, his heart was beating faster and faster, like a war drum beating faster and faster, he was about to charge into battle!

Zhuo Ling's expression when she spoke just now seemed to be playing in slow motion in Feng Tianxiang's mind. The slight curvature of the corners of her mouth and the ends of her eyes were like little barbed hooks, lifting his whole heart high. rise!

It hurts a little, is a little scary, but feels so good!

It’s simply too terrible!

But the next moment, he remembered the gaffe just now, and he was so ashamed that he hid in bed all day, not daring to see anyone.

Then the whole military camp began to discuss the marriage. Although this matter was unprecedented, Zhuo Ling insisted, and several veteran generals also gave their full support. No one dared to say anything, and it brought a joyous scene to the military camp.

Zhuo Ling wanted to let the entire army know that she was the eldest daughter of the King of Zhennan and that she was married to Feng Tianxiang.

One day, she will build up her prestige in this army bit by bit and let this army be used for her.

On the wedding day.

There was a joyous scene in the military camp, and the people around brought all kinds of food to celebrate the princess's wedding.

The longer she stayed here, the more curious Zhuo Ling became about how her father managed to make the entire army so united.

In the past, my father's letters always contained instructions on how to run an army, how to defeat enemies, and instructions on everything in the family. She studied it over and over again and even felt that she knew her father very well.

Now it seems that it is just the tip of the iceberg. Their father is far more mysterious than they imagined.

Feng Tianxiang was a little drunk by his brothers, and he staggered into the tent. The warm yellow candlelight in the tent swayed, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at his bride on the couch, his heart beating extremely fast.

Zhuo Ling was sitting upright, her sight blocked by her hijab, but she could hear Feng Tianxiang's heavier and heavier breathing. He didn't come close, he just stood at the door and watched quietly.

He didn't dare to get close for fear of disturbing her.

Zhuo Ling was waiting impatiently, so she said calmly, "Why don't you come over?"

Only then did Feng Tianxiang step forward cautiously.

During the days of preparing for the wedding, Feng Tianxiang had been treating each other politely, but he was also very shy. He would always run away at the speed of light after discussing the specific matters, for fear of losing his composure.

He sat next to Zhuo Ling, and the bed creaked, breaking the tranquility.

Feng Tianxiang looked a little embarrassed and laughed dryly, "Uh... haha... the beds in the army are all made rough, which makes the princess suffer..."

"Since we are married, there is no need to call me Princess."

"What's that called?" Feng Tianxiang sounded a little excited.

"Call me by my name. Daddy calls me Ling'er. You can also call me like this..." Zhuo Ling's voice gradually weakened.

She originally thought that her marriage this time was just a temporary measure. She didn't care about the marriage. She only cared about whether she could truly take over her father's army and whether she could save her brother.

But now, her cheeks felt a little hot, and her hands unconsciously clenched the wedding dress.

This wedding dress was made by the people in southern Shanxi. It was made very finely. Even all the accessories on the body were selected by the wives of the veteran uncles. They were all of high quality.

Zhuo Ling is here, except that she can't control the army, everyone is trying their best to treat her well.

But she knew very well that these things were all due to her father's prestige and her title as princess.

She always maintains sobriety and restraint, and wants to integrate with the entire army and people of southern Shanxi. Only in this way can the power left by her father be used by her!

Just thinking about it, Zhuo Ling thought about his family again, his breathing became heavier and his eyes became a little hot.

Realizing that the breath of the bride in front of him was a little turbid, Feng Tianxiang suddenly panicked. He didn't have time to pay attention to the process, so he opened the hijab.

Under the hijab were Zhuo Ling's moist and reddish eyes. Feng Tianxiang suddenly panicked, "Princess... Ling'er, what did I do wrong?"

Zhuo Ling was someone who had received many pre-marriage disciplines. She subconsciously felt that crying at this moment was really bad luck and would make her husband unhappy.

She forced a smile and shook her head gently, "No, I'm fine, go ahead."

Feng Tianxiang felt that this feeling was a bit strange. When she continued, it made him feel like he was following some kind of rules.

It makes people feel a little chilled.

Although he has always wanted to marry a wife, he wanted to marry a wife who could talk and laugh with him.

He understood that he was just her choice after weighing the pros and cons, and he was somewhat unwilling to do so.

But now that the ceremony has been completed, he wants to treat her well, treat her as his daughter-in-law, and love her as a family member.

He looked at Zhuo Ling's clenched hands, mustered up the courage, reached out and grabbed it. When he held it, his heartbeat kept accelerating, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Princess... no... Ling'er! I really want to become husband and wife with you, so I... don't want to see you sad!"