My apprentice is by no means sick

Chapter 45 Do you want to snatch a kiss?

In the end Ling Kun chose Ji Yu casually.

Anyway, she's not interested in these little girls, just go through a process and knock her out when the time comes, it's not like she hasn't done this kind of thing before.

And the Lord Conferring Ceremony will be held tomorrow, and they seem to be more anxious than Ling Kun to let him enter the Divine Flame Vessel.

At that time, Ling Kun will need to drive to the palace at the gate of the main city in the early hours of the morning. This journey will allow the citizens to see Ling Kun's appearance and meet his relatives by the way.

It is said that it is actually a wedding ceremony, and it is usually noon when driving to the palace, and then there are some strange things to be lectured on.

In the end, they held a banquet, and they were so busy until the evening that they happened to visit the church and get married. It can be said that the time management of the whole day was clearly arranged.

Ling Kun's choice of Ji Yu seemed to be within Ji Yu's expectation.

Among the three women, she is the most outstanding, with the best appearance, temperament, and figure, and she is special,
If she doesn't want to marry, then her father won't make things difficult, he will only let the winner choose the other two daughters, which is very unfair to the other two sisters, but they are willing to accept this injustice.

When Ji Yu was born, there was an omen of auspiciousness from the sky, colorful streamers shone everywhere, white cranes and bridges roared past, and a muffled thunder was like a thousand troops and horses sending the Lord back to his throne in unison to celebrate!
In the following years, she did show that she was extraordinary, but she was never complacent.

After all, these were heard from other people, and she never believed in the destiny, so she thought these auspicious scenes were caused by coincidence.

But she also has a high opinion of herself, and not everyone is worthy of her.

Ji Yu couldn't see anything in Ling Kun's body, and felt a sense of confusion about nothingness, and the depth of nothingness made her subconsciously afraid.

When they first met, she didn't think much of it, but now the more she thinks about it, the more Ji Yu feels that Ling Kun should be kept. Besides, she said that she likes strong people is also true.

All in all, Ling Kun is currently the most suitable candidate, and Ji Yu will naturally not refuse.

Unaware that her master is about to marry, Mu Qianying is still refining a new body outside the mountain.

Ling Kun was forced to stay in the palace to dress up and was not allowed to go back to the inn. Only Lan Ling was lying on the window dragging his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

That night, in Xuanyuan Xin's guest room.

The boy struggled to get up, feeling the soreness all over his body, he couldn't help but gasped.

"Boy, are you awake?"

"Well, Senior Sword Spirit, this is?"

"I lost, and I lost badly.

But don't worry, your body is fine except for a little loss of strength. "

Xuanyuan Xin's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Really, have you lost?" He said in a low tone.

"What's the matter? Do you still want to snatch the bride?"

In the early hours of the morning, Ling Kun sat in an open carriage at the gate of the city, changed his robe into a yellow dragon robe, and let Ling Kun fly a paper crane before the carriage moved.

"I hope Qianying will obediently wait for me to go back after seeing it."

There were two rows of guards standing on both sides of the official road, and there was also a group of people around Ling Kun's carriage.

The people who should have been sleeping at home went out one after another to look up at the new king.

The dark road is illuminated by countless lanterns, like daytime.

Pairs of curious eyes from below drifted towards him, and Ling Kun always felt uncomfortable. He had never been so awkward when he was surrounded by thousands of monks when he inherited the throne.

In desperation, he sealed the five senses by himself, his consciousness sank into the spiritual platform, and practiced improving the anti-shock effect of Longyuan inside.

If he could catch another Xuanwu Yuanling, then Ling Kun's shock would not only be able to barely damage the Yuanying stage.

At that time, in the state of fused Yuanling, Ling Kun would be able to kill Tatuxian even if he stood still.

If Ling Kun was previously positioned as a battle mage, then he planned to make up for the deficiencies in defense after the establishment, and then let the human body he just got on know what it means to be unsolvable.

Unexpectedly, the method of cultivating the primordial spirit that he had sneered at before has now become the main reliance on Ling Kun's strength, what a fickle situation!

Ling Kun sat there motionless like a robot.

Whether it is the shouts or questions of the people, he maintains a puppet-like state.

Lan Ling in the inn was still meditating, but was disturbed and woke up.

She looked at the brightly lit official road in the distance. Although she was interested, she still remembered what Ling Kun had said.

Lan Ling still obediently stayed in the inn without going out.

At noon, Ling Kun's consciousness returned, and the scene in front of him almost made him take half a step back.

A sea of ​​people surrounded the square, and he had been brought to the center at some point, as if they were all waiting for him to say something.

Ling Kun has a black line on his forehead, what can he say at a time like this?

The meeting is over!
He didn't really come to be the lord of the country, and there was obviously no need to win over people's hearts.

"Ahem, that...thank you for your support, that's all." Ling Kun's face was full of perfunctory.

But the people seemed to have guessed it a long time ago, and they dispersed in an orderly manner like a tide.

Ling Kun tilted his head, and that's it?
Fengluan Palace

A woman is wearing a red gauze wedding dress, with a golden phoenix embroidered on the trailing tail, the phoenix hairpin is rolled up on the temples, and the black hair like a waterfall is gently swaying after falling down the willow waist.

She lightened her makeup, slightly licked the rouge on her vermilion lips, looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and was slightly absent-minded.

She has never deliberately dressed up, but today she can't help but wonder if the person in the mirror is really herself.

The Outer Area of ​​Huazhou Gangfeng Layer

Lian Chen floated down in a blue dress, with lotus steps, holding a precious orb in her hand, and the orb's light became stronger and stronger.

"You actually came here, you really know how to choose a place." Lian Chen put away the orb, and a green snake soft sword flashed from between his brows, and he held it with his backhand.

"open!"

He yelled softly, and as the soft sword fell and the blue wind blew, he forcibly tore a few meters wide mouth from the wind wall.

Qingfeng suppressed Gangfeng tightly, making it impossible to close.

Lianchen crossed the [-]-meter wind wall in a few steps without a trace of dust.

The consciousness was released, and Lianchen stepped on the clouds and went straight to the capital of Shenhuo.

Since she thought that Mu Qianying would attack her, she would naturally prepare for her. If she had no brains, it would be impossible for Pavilion Master Qingshui to sit for so long.

Ling Kun was taken by an old eunuch to the main hall to meet with the courtiers, civil and military officials. He came here as a formal successor to get acquainted, and he will deal with internal affairs after he comes out of the divine fire.

What makes Ling Kun curious is that he has not seen the current king or the past kings come forward.

After a day, Ling Kun was dragged around, and the courtiers treated him very well, and they didn't feel that he was not qualified for the position.

If the first place is an illiterate martial artist, wouldn't this Shenhuo country be fried?

Ling Kun felt more and more that there was something wrong with the Shenhuo veins, but as a man of high skill and boldness, he was naturally not afraid of having many backhands.

In the evening, hundreds of low tables are lined up in the hall, and the lights and festoons are filled with auspicious atmosphere.

The imperial guards in the palace also put on red brocade clothes, and there are three checkpoints outside the palace to check the invited people layer by layer.

It was only at dusk that there were already crowds of people outside the palace, most of them were officials who left early.

The musicians in the back hall and the maid in charge of the show were a little nervous, afraid that something might go wrong.

Among them, the dancer in the main position gathered up her looser dress and added a feather coat to her body.

One of the actors on the other side felt particularly uncomfortable because he couldn't adapt to the heavy makeup on his face.

(End of this chapter)