Can the tail be tickled?

The imperial city has never been so lively.

Red silk and grosgrain were floating all over the city, and the palace people were busy walking around, decorating the palace avenues, welcoming the distinguished guests who came from afar to attend the wedding, and even the Wuding River was sprinkled with red flower petals.

For this marriage, Zuo Xingzhou must have made preparations a long time ago. Na Cai, asking the name, Najib, Najib, asking for a date, and finally welcoming him in person, this series of red tape was unexpectedly canceled within three days. Arranged properly, even the auspicious clothes have been sent to the bedroom where Ye Wuhui and Zuo Junqi are respectively, and only wait for the second day, in front of the people of the world, in front of the queen of heaven, three prayers to get married.

In the past few days, Zuo Xingzhou would come to the Eighteenth Execution Room every day, and tell him every detail about the preparations for the wedding.

"Pear Blossom Gold, Void Bead, Shark Sky Satin, Half Moon Silk..." Zuo Xingzhou read the items in the gift book one by one, and finally asked Mo Ziyi, "Is it possible to use these as Zuo Er's dowry?" fine?"

Mo Ziyi glared at him fiercely.

"It's just that Zuo'er seems a little unhappy. Maybe she's not willing to get married. In a few days, you can comfort her more."

Mo Ziyi said: "The princess has a father like you, it's enough for her to be disgusted for the rest of her life, so naturally she is not very happy."

Instead of being angry, Zuo Xingzhou was overjoyed, and lifted Mo Ziyi's chin with the gift book, smiling cunningly: "Do you know why I spend time every day to tell you these trivial things? The one you love asks to marry someone else, and why don't you marry me?" Could there be more pain than this?"

"Mo Ziyi, if you want, I can describe the scene of their bridal chamber for you."

It's simply unbearable.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Ziyi didn't even raise his eyes.

Zuo Xingzhou continued: "Don't worry, since I have promised the Young Sect Master that I will not hurt you again, I will keep my promise. After the wedding is over, I will let you go out."

Zuo Xingzhou warned: "After tomorrow, Qingyanzong and the royal family will become one. If you try to stop me again, even Qingyanzong will be involved and will not end well."

After many days of torture, Mo Ziyi's face was pale and frighteningly pale.He snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth in disdain.

Such a small expression completely angered Zuo Xingzhou, he slammed Mo Ziyi against the wall.

The back of his head hit the stone wall, and Mo Ziyi's body slid down the wall like a piece of paper, a large area of ​​blood stained his back, leaving a shocking bloodstain.

Zuo Xingzhou laughed maniacally with angry eyes: "Hahahaha, just wait, wait and hear tomorrow's gongs and drums!"

He threw the gift book on Mo Ziyi's body, turned and left.

The dowry written by cinnabar came into my eyes, dazzling and shocking.

Zuo Xingzhou was not worried at all that Mo Ziyi would run away. In the Eighteenth Execution Room, there were arrays he set up everywhere, and the iron chains linked to him were covered with dense array patterns, interlocking. When Mo Ziyi moved a little, he would notice it immediately, and at the same time, various attacks that could kill him would also be launched in this small torture chamber.

It can be said that the whole body can be moved by one hair, and Mo Ziyi is also a person who is proficient in formations, so naturally he will not act rashly.

The sound of footsteps became farther and farther away, and the torture room was extremely silent, only the sound of Mo Ziyi's weak and heavy breathing.

Zuo had already made thorough preparations, but just in case, Zuo Xingzhou left two puppet guards in front of the eighteenth execution room.

Zuo Xingzhou believes that Mo Ziyi is nothing without the Blood Moon Demon Sword.

But he was wrong.

In a dark corner where no one could see, the corners of Mo Ziyi's mouth were slightly raised, and a tiny silver needle spit out from his mouth.

Acupuncture is not for nothing.

The silver needle pierced the air, and an imperceptible silver light flashed in the darkness. It inserted into the keyhole at an extremely fast speed, and only heard a few "Zrazla" sounds in the ear, as if an electric current The sound of rushing, the puppet looked along the sound——

In the Eighteenth Execution Chamber, a red light suddenly lit up. Although the formation formed by Zuo Xingzhou was impenetrable, there was a flaw that even he himself had not discovered.

But Mo Ziyi found out.

The keyhole is where the flaw lies.

Regardless of past life or present life, Mo Ziyi has never lost to anyone in battle formations.

After enduring the pain of these two days, what he was waiting for was this opportunity. At this moment, the layers of formations were broken in an instant, and the chains that trapped Mo Ziyi fell with a "bang".

"Meow--"

In the torture room, two cats slipped into the room at unknown time.

One held the Blood Moon Demon Sword in its mouth, while the other brought Hong Yu.

The head of the nine-tailed spirit fox monster can make all beasts surrender, and naturally it can also drive ordinary spirit beasts.

Seeing Mo Ziyi, the Blood Moon Demon Knife was so excited that the blade trembled slightly. The moment he held the handle of the knife, the flame suddenly appeared, and the two puppets were instantly burned into two charred corpses, no longer alive.

The next moment, the chains were tied to the two puppets.

Mo Ziyi tied the puppet to the cross, exhausted the last bit of spiritual power in his body, mixed with his own blood to draw a phantom formation, everything was covered by this formation, even if someone came to the eighteenth punishment Even if the room is inspected, only a dying "Mo Ziyi" will be seen.

After completing such a series of movements, his strength was exhausted, and Mo Ziyi could no longer hold on, so he could barely support his body by leaning on the stone wall.

Behind him, four tails appeared in a "boom".Today is the last day he can persist in his transformation. If it is a few minutes later, the secret that he is a monster may be discovered by Zuo Xingzhou.

Zuo Xingzhou is good to him in everything, but he should not think about attacking Ye Wuhui.

If it was said that Mo Ziyi just wanted to stop Zuo Xingzhou's plan before, then now, he hated Zuo Xingzhou to the bone, wishing to superimpose all cruel methods on him.

He held the Blood Moon Demon Knife, hung up Qingyu, tied the red silk to his wrist, held one side of his lips and teeth, tightened it, and wiped away the blood stained on his face——

His eyes glowed red, adding a touch of evil to this handsome face.

"How could I let my little brother marry someone else?"

......

Double Snow Palace.

A court lady expressionlessly ordered the person behind her to unfurl her wedding attire.

The wedding dress was in the style of acacia skirt, with a nine-color phoenix embroidered with silver beads and red silk on the skirt, and its tail feathers skipped the entire skirt, as if the phoenix soared nine days, magnificent and luxurious.

The maid said: "Princess, it's time to wear wedding clothes."

Zuo Junqi waved her hand, and the Nine Phoenix Chiyun Spear appeared in her palm, with spiritual power surging, the wedding dress was torn instantly, and the bright red acacia brocade fell all over the Shuangxue Palace.

Zuo Junqi's eyes were bloodshot, and she swung her spear angrily, knocking over the decorations in the hall, and the gold, silver and ceramics shattered to the ground.

"Get lost!" The long|lance charged towards the court lady fiercely.

The palace maid tapped her toes, took a small step back, dodged her back, and easily avoided it.

She ordered someone to take another set of phoenix crown and Xiapei: "Princess, according to the royal marriage system, you have to change into wedding clothes tonight and wait for the wedding ceremony tomorrow."

This palace maid was sent by Zuo Xingzhou to watch over Zuo Junqi, her cultivation was much higher than Zuo Junqi's, so she held her down easily, carefully made her more comfortable, and smoothed every wrinkle .

After learning that Zuo Junqi was going to get married, whether it was because of despair or some other reason, Yang Xinghe left without saying a word, and Zuo Junqi was locked in this Double Snow Hall by Zuo Xingzhou again.

It was clearly her own wedding, but Zuo Junqi was not able to do it. During the three days, she had never seen anyone except the maid who guarded her.

Zuo Junqi struggled and cried, "I don't want to marry! Get out of here!!"

"Go and tell the emperor, I have discovered his true face! From now on, I will no longer be his daughter! I will not be the daughter of a monster!"

"Get out, get out of here! Don't touch me——!"

The court lady was unmoved, she slapped Zuo Junqi on the back, pinched her formula directly, fixed her, sealed her throat, screamed so that Zuo Junqi couldn't move, she couldn't shout, she could only act like a puppet , Let them put on bright wedding dresses for themselves, and apply delicate makeup on their faces layer by layer.

The eyebrow pencil traced between the eyebrows, and the maid said: "The princess will stay here quietly tonight. After the worship tomorrow, the princess will never see the servants again."

Zuo Junqi was so wronged by the anger, but she was restrained and unable to do anything, she burst into two lines of tears.

"Squeak-"

The window casement was suddenly blown open by a gust of cold wind, and the cold air was blown into the Double Snow Hall along the window, the candles flickered, and the next moment, as if they heard something falling to the ground, all the candles were extinguished in an instant.

A figure broke into the dark Double Snow Palace.

The maid was knocked out with a palm, and the man's fingertips touched Zuo Junqi's forehead, and easily released the restraints on her body.

Zuo Junqi stared at the person who broke in suddenly, as surprised as half a log, she forgot to scream, and stood there in a daze.

......

Day two.

Dressed in red for ten miles, chariots and horses lined up from the streets to the imperial city, and every household hung up red lanterns to celebrate with the royal family.The red silk is flying, and the branches all over the city are tied with red ribbons. The red silk is entangled and entwined, which is charming and moving.

The sound of gunfire was fired, and the sound of firecrackers resounded throughout the sky. On the long street, people's heads surged, and they all stretched their necks, looking out to watch this prosperous wedding.

The grand guard of honor entered the imperial city and stopped in front of the Shuangxue Palace. The bride was dressed in red and covered her head, holding the hand of the bride and groom, step by step into the sedan chair.

Ye Wuhui stared straight ahead, as if he had lost his soul, and mechanically followed the palace man's prompts.

The sedan chair is raised, and the music is played with joy, creating a scene of joy and joy.

Ye Wuhui didn't care to listen, and felt pain in his heart, as if a piece of the softest part had been gouged out, leaving nothing but a piece of blood flowing like a river.

His gaze was in the distance, in the direction of the Eighteenth Execution Room, as if he could see through the layers of palace walls with earnest worry, intertwining with the person he was thinking about.

The sedan chair was raised, firecrackers were fired one after another, and the guard of honor stepped on the red and ashes on the ground.On both sides of the procession, there are palace people pouring flower petals upwards.The bright red petals bloomed in the air, dazzling like a crabapple competing for moisture.

The bride opened the car curtain, just as a breeze blew by, the petals were blown into the car along the path of the breeze, and there was a fragrance of fragrance, and a small piece of the bride's hijab was lifted.

Her skin was as white as snow, her thin lips were rosy, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing all her brilliance.

Ye Wuhui and the bride took the two ends of the wedding silk, and slowly stepped into the Royal Sun Palace. Zuo Xingzhou sat on the high hall, watching the couple pay three respects to get married with a smile, watching Ye Wuhui's coming from Qing Yanzong. Bring tokens to the hands of the bride.

The wedding etiquette is cumbersome, praying again and again, going through a toast, going through a wedding banquet, and then being booed by a large group of people and sent into the wedding room.

The wedding room is a newly built palace, magnificent, and the silk quilt is covered with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds.

This is a folk custom of marriage, and these things are laid on the pavement, implying the early birth of a precious son.

At the table not far away, two cups of light wine were prepared, with red lines connecting the cups, and a handful of exquisite jade ruyi, which was used to lift the bride's red hijab.

The bride was sitting upright on the wedding bed, and when she heard the sound of the door opening and walking in, the fingers on her knees were tightly clenched together.

After Ye Wuhui entered the main hall, he went straight to the table and sat down without any intention of getting close to the bride.

During the wedding, Ye Wuhui received a secret voice transmission from outside the imperial city, and everything was arranged.Everything is ready, just waiting for the signal.

The heart that had been hanging high for many days finally let go a little bit.

Ye Wuhui never thought of sitting still and waiting for death.

He wanted to rescue Mo Ziyi, and he also wanted to wipe out Zuo Xingzhou, completely cutting off the retreat of the puppet clan.

The bride waited for a long time but did not see anyone approaching, so she secretly lifted up a corner of her hijab to look at Ye Wuhui's delicate side face as carved by a knife; look at his dark and deep eyes filled with indifference like water; look The tear mole at the corner of his eye is lonely and arrogant.

The bride picked up the red dates on the bed and lightly threw them at Ye Wuhui.

The jujube rolled a few times on the velvet blanket, and finally stopped at Ye Wuhui's feet with a grunt.

On the wedding night, the bride was supposed to be quiet, but this bride couldn't be quiet anymore, so she spoke first: "Husband."

The young man's voice was soft and waxy, clear and clear, but also a little innocent and coquettish.

He lifted the hijab on his own, staring at Ye Wuhui with a big smile on his face.

Ye Wuhui looked at him in disbelief, as if he suddenly saw a ray of warm sun on a dark day, ripples appeared in the clear pool, and light came into his eyes bit by bit.

It was as if a drop of honey was dripping on the bitter heart, and the sweetness spread, even when the heart was beating, one could smell the sweetness.

"Husband." The young man lowered his head, nervously looking at his fingers, a pair of slender white and slender hands were so delicate that they could pinch water under the flickering candlelight.

The young man quietly raised his eyes, and at some point in time a faint red had already appeared on the base of his ears.

Mo Ziyi said expectantly: "We are married, we can have a bridal chamber!"