Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

An inexplicable hot feeling quickly rushed to Sun Wukong's whole body again. He looked at Fu Zhenhong who was wiping his lips in the mirror, and his lips, which were as light as water, were gradually warmed by the movements of the bone demon's fingertips. Dyed bright scarlet.

The round and white fingers made the fingertips as delicate as jade and as white as snow.

And this hand had touched his wings just now, and slid across his body gently.

Sun Wukong's throat was a little tight, and he suddenly felt a little dry, and the long rod-shaped tentacles on the top of his head began to sniff.

Fu Zhenhong noticed Sun Wukong's wobbling tentacles, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his fingers calmly, and said something unclear: "Didn't you say don't move?"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he tensed his body quickly and restrained the tentacles that seemed to be moving uncontrollably. Instead of answering Fu Zhenhong's question, he turned up his voice and complained: "Don't do weird things!"

Fu Zhenhong was amused: "Little Pomonkey, is it me doing some weird things, or are you just thinking about some weird things in your heart?"

Sun Wukong immediately retorted: "I didn't think about it!"

"Oh?" Fu Zhenhong smiled, "You didn't think about it, so why are you so excited? Are you trying to cover up..."

Sun Wukong: "..."

It's so annoying, I can't say no to this little demon!

Fu Zhenhong accepted it as soon as it was ready, and did not continue to tease Sun Wukong, who seemed to be sulking. He got up and picked up the red hijab placed at the bottom of the big plate box. As for the phoenix crown placed in the middle, Fu Zhenhong directly ignored it. He didn't want to wear such a heavy thing on his head.

Seeing that everything was almost done, Fu Zhenhong said, "We're going to find the monks now."

Monkey King stayed on Fu Zhenhong's hairpin and snorted softly.

At the same time, in the side hall on the other side.

"Brother Monkey, why hasn't Xiaohong changed?" Zhu Bajie asked Monkey King's clone No. [-], "Will it take so long to change into a wedding dress?"

When Clone No. [-] heard Zhu Bajie's words, the kiss that the boy held his face in the room and kissed immediately appeared in his mind. He subconsciously touched his forehead, and raised his handsome sword eyebrows slightly, feeling very happy He replied: "Xifu is more cumbersome and complicated, so naturally it takes a long time."

Zhu Bajie looked suspiciously at Clone No. [-]'s face carefully, and then looked at Tang Seng who had been restless since he came out of Fu Zhenhong's room.

The monk in white sat in the backmost position, his thin lips were tightly closed, the silence between his brows was covered by a ray of worry, he frowned slightly, and from time to time a gloomy look flashed in his dark eyes like obsidian. thoughts.

Zhu Bajie had doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to go up and disturb him. At this moment, his master was exuding the indifference of others not to disturb him.

Although this pig nerd would scold and break up to share the luggage whenever he encountered difficulties on the westbound road, he was also a master who was very good at observing words and expressions.

His master is obviously in a bad mood now, and he doesn't want to touch this bad luck.

Just as Zhu Bajie was thinking, he heard Sha Wujing shout happily: "Xiaohong is here."

Fu Zhenhong stepped into the side hall. He didn't wear a hijab. Except for the monk in white who was lowering his eyes, the other three all looked at him.

Fu Zhenhong's face was already very charming, and her bright and beautiful features all revealed a kind of charm and enchantment.

Wearing a red wedding dress this time, with a little make-up on her face, her delicate face is matched with the red glow, the begonia color between her brows, and the red lips are even, at first glance, it makes people feel a little disappointed A sudden sense of the soul.

"Xiao...Xiaohong, you...you are so beautiful!" Zhu Bajie said with a blushing face rarely hesitating, and there was a trace of shyness in the spring-like eyes.

The pig idiot was mesmerized by this soul-stirring beauty, and his heart moved again, and his heart began to beat wildly.

"It's...it's really beautiful." Even Sha Wujing echoed in admiration in a daze.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong, who was staying on Fu Zhen's red hairpin, snorted coldly with disdain, and said somewhat resentfully: "No matter how beautiful this little demon's skin is, it is only made of a pile of white bones. Don't bother you two?" Be superficial to appearances!"

As a result, just as the great saint finished speaking, his clone No. [-] stared at Fu Zhenhong's delicate face with blunt and amazed eyes, nodded and said two words: "It looks good."

Although there are only two words, there is a kind of joy and liking in that deep and magnetic voice.

Great Holy Father: "..."

Disappointing stuff!

The great saint gave his clone a hard look.

Clone No. [-] received the eyes of the main body, and raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "Old Sun is just telling the truth."

Fu Zhenhong smiled, the character of this clone No. [-] is really interesting, but what Fu Zhenhong cares about the most right now is the monk in white who sits aside and never raises his eyes to look at him.

It seems that what he said earlier had too much impact on this monk.

But Fu Zhenhong was not worried that Tang Seng would alienate him because of this, from the moment the other party agreed to take him west to learn scriptures, his holy monk, he couldn't run away.

When it was half a quarter of an hour until You hour, Yicheng changed into a festive uniform and came to the side hall.

At this time, Fu Zhenhong had already covered her wedding scarf, and the hazy red tulle covered his face. Yi Cheng could only tell from the tall and elegant figure that this young man's real face must be a stunning beauty .

"Elders," Yicheng said, bowing to Tang Seng, "I have prepared the elders for this journey according to the lord's instructions. As for the customs clearance document, the elders can safely go west to Zhiyun country and leave the city. When the imperial concubine and His Majesty are married, the generals will hurry up and hand over the customs clearance documents to the elders."

Tang Seng nodded, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he didn't say much.

Seeing this, Yicheng thought he was reluctant to leave his companions, so he kindly comforted him and said: "Elder Tang, the concubine is married to His Majesty the Lord, so she doesn't have to eat and sleep in the open, but can enjoy the glory and glory. He will become the most beloved in the entire Zhiyun Kingdom." Concubine Xian."

Sun Wukong, who was hiding under Fu Zhenhong's hijab, heard the words, and thought that the Yicheng could really say that, despite the reluctance of the little bone demon, even if it was a real marriage, it would be based on the little monster's unpredictable personality. How could it possibly be associated with the word "virtuous", this little white-boned demon would be sorry for his viciousness and fun all the time if he didn't turn this Zhiyun country upside down.

It has to be said that, from a certain point of view, the great saint's understanding of Fu Zhenhong is somewhat thorough.

As soon as Youshi arrived, there was a sound of gongs and drums outside the post station, and the palace people spread red carpets, held big palace lanterns, and raised the flags.

Sitting in the dragon chariot, Wei Huaige was carried up to the gate of the station by the palace people in red clothes.

He got down from the dragon chariot, which attracted a lot of attention.

Wei Huaige's figure was already tall and straight, but this luxurious wedding dress set off his handsome appearance, wearing a silver crown on his head and a jade pendant around his waist, clean and bright.At this moment, a touch of joy appeared on his sharp-edged handsome face, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, all revealing a kind of royal elegance and nobility.

"His Majesty finally has a concubine. It seems that there are countless infatuated men crying secretly tonight..."

"No, it is said that this imperial concubine is the person in the painting that His Majesty the Lord has been looking for. I can't help but feel moved when I look at the portrait. I don't know how beautiful this imperial concubine must be!"

When Fu Zhen came out with a red scarf and scarf, the people watching the bustle outside the inn suddenly fell silent. They stretched their necks frequently, trying to get past the officers and soldiers who were blocking the way to maintain order, and went to see the legendary beauty. The boy in the painting.

Helplessly, these officers and soldiers are all tall and burly, standing here with weapons in hand, forcing them to see only a red and graceful figure.

"Imperial Concubine, I'll help you up the phoenix chariot." Wei Huaige didn't use the high-ranking and distant self-proclaimed 'widow', his tone was low and gentle, while speaking, he lowered his dark eyebrows slightly, She slowly stretched out her hand towards Fu Zhenhong.

He really liked this boy, it was love at first sight.

He likes it so much that even if he knows that the other party is most likely to be a demon, even if the other party is unwilling, he doesn't want to just let it go.

Fu Zhenhong stared at Wei Huaige's hand for a few seconds, but did not put it on, but directly threw away Wei Huaige and walked towards the red phoenix chariot behind the dragon chariot.

Wei Huaige paused for a moment, then put down his hands. He stared deeply at Fu Zhenhong's back, and a dark light flashed in the depths of his pupils. It wasn't until the young man in red got on the phoenix chariot that it was completely covered by the sedan chair that Wei Huaige didn't let go. Withdrawing his gaze, he walked back to the dragon chariot and sat down with a normal expression.

The Qingxiu palace people leading the way walked in the forefront sprinkled with petals, blowing and beating, marching all the way towards the palace, very lively and festive.

Inside the phoenix chariot.

Fu Zhenhong lifted the wedding scarf to the back of her head, revealing her bright facial features, Monkey King flew up to him and asked, "Why didn't you put your hand on it just now?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids when she heard the words, and replied casually: "The change of attitude is too fast, it will only make Wei Huaige more suspicious."

The word 'more' is enough to show that Wei Huaige must have some doubts about what they would suddenly agree to.

"Master, they should have already marched out of the city." Sun Wukong analyzed seriously: "The identity of that Zhiyun Guoshi is very suspicious. If you arrive at the palace in a while..."

Before Monkey King finished speaking, Fu Zhenhong couldn't help poking the tentacles that swayed slightly with the vibration of Monkey King's words: "Little Pomonkey, does it look like you are getting married to me now? "

Monkey King was furious: "What nonsense are you talking about, little monster!"

"Isn't it like that?" Fu Zhenhong seemed to have not heard the anger in Sun Wukong's tone, and continued on to the last sentence of Monkey King: "After we arrive at the palace in a while... we still have to pay homage to marriage, maybe it will be possible." Drink the wine that was handed over to you, and then spend the bridal chamber with flowers and candles, doing things that are more intimate and ambiguous than that night with your master..."

"Enough!" Sun Wukong roared in a low voice, fortunately he is in a butterfly state at this moment, otherwise his whole face would have already been flushed with anger and embarrassment.

"Nonsense!" Sun Wukong squeezed out these four words from between his teeth.

"You become angry from embarrassment." Fu Zhenhong replied in a flat tone.

After speaking, he reached out and poked Monkey King's tentacles.

The great saint was so angry that he didn't want to talk to the little bone demon anymore, he flew back to the hairpin and stayed still.

The post station is not too far from the imperial palace, and it didn't take long to arrive at the inner hall of the imperial palace.

Imperial Master Zhiyun went up to meet her, and glanced at Fu Zhenhong who was standing beside Wei Huaige.

Across a layer of red tulle cover, Fu Zhenhong keenly felt the scrutiny of Master Zhiyun, staring at the other party's gaze, Fu Zhenhong paid respects to Wei Huaige calmly and according to the etiquette.

Following the master of ceremonies' salutation, Wei Huaige and Fu Zhenhong entered the bedroom together with a piece of red silk.