Ghost King’s Medical Consort

The bright moon and flowers covered the entire courtyard like silver frost, and the evening breeze was slow, and the shadows of the trees were whirling.

"Sister Sheng'er, are you married yet?" Lingfeng asked Sheng'er pretendingly while peeling fresh Lingguo lychees.

The Lingguo lychees here are all irrigated by their spirits with the finest spiritual springs. The flesh is delicious, juicy, sweet but not greasy, especially delicious, and full, especially the peeled lychee flesh, white White and tender, crystal clear.

After peeling a lychee, he handed it to Sheng'er.

Sheng'er supported his forehead with one hand, took the lychees he handed with the other, threw it into his mouth, and said while eating, "I haven't yet..."

After only three words, Sheng'er reacted quickly, chin lightly raised, and reached out and flicked on Lingfeng's forehead, "Little guy, inquire about my personal affairs?"

Lingfeng clutched his bullet head and smiled awkwardly, "I'm just curious to ask."

Looking at the big brother, the eyes of Sister Sheng'er during the day are very unusual. He naturally wants to help her. Besides, he doesn't like Feng Yunxin being his sister-in-law. If Sister Sheng'er can be with her big brother, it would be great. .

"Why don't you ask your sister Yue and Xuan'er?" Sheng'er gave him a blank look.

Lingfeng chuckled, "Isn't Sister Yue too cold, Sister Xuan'er is too enthusiastic again, Sister Sheng'er, your temperament is the best, kind and gentle, easy to get along with."

"Stop flattering." Sheng'er stared, and she didn't want to guess what the ghost was thinking about.

"Brother, why are you here so late?" Lingfeng looked at the figure walking slowly outside the courtyard, got up from the seat, looked at him with some doubts.

When Sheng'er saw Lingjun coming, his face was also puzzled. He only left shortly after the banquet. Why did he come again?

"I can't sleep. I see the light in your place is still on, so I will come over and take a look." Lingjun's clear face with a faint gentleness and a light smile, he raised his head to look at Sheng'er, and asked softly. "Miss Shenger, can't you sleep either?"

"En." Shenger nodded lightly.

"Miss Shenger, are you still used to here?" Lingjun sat down on the stone bench next to him.

"It's quite accustomed, thanks to Young Master Ling for your concern." Sheng'er's lips raised a decent smile and stood up, with a slight distance in his soft and gentle voice, "Young Master Ling, it's not too late. I'll go back to my room and rest first."

After that, he turned and left.

Seeing Sheng'er gradually disappearing into the night, Lingjun's eyes flashed lonely.

"Brother." Lingfeng shouted.

"What's the matter?" Lingjun recovered, and when he looked at Lingfeng, all the loneliness in his eyes had disappeared.

"Brother, do you really like Feng Yunxin? Are you really going to be engaged with her?" Lingfeng tilted his head, looked up at Lingjun in front of him, and asked every word.

Lingfeng’s words fell into Lingjun’s ears like a heavy hammer, and his heart seemed to have fallen into the winter lake, slowly sinking, long eyelashes covering the light under his eyes, "Hi I don't like it, so what? The fate is so, I can't go against it."

"I don't believe in any destiny! Brother, why do you want to marry her if you don't like her! Although Feng Yunxin is the second young lady of the Xuan Clan, she is fierce and jealous, and she doesn't deserve you at all! Brother, Fate is in your own hands, don't marry her if you don't like her! Don't be wronged!" Lingfeng heard this, with a look of anxiety on his face, and quickly persuaded him.

"Feng'er, you are still too young, and you don't understand many things." Lingjun's palm fell on his shoulder, and his voice was a little bit helpless and heavy.

"I don't understand! Why do you agree to be engaged with her if you don't like her? Brother, I can see that you like Sister Sheng'er!" Lingfeng exclaimed emotionally.

"I just think Girl Sheng'er is very special, she didn't mean anything else..." Lingjun sighed softly, raised his hand to touch Lingfeng's head, and said with a chuckle, "Well, it's getting late, go early. go to sleep."

"Hmph! You can lie to others, but you can't lie to me! You obviously look at sister Sheng'er, sister Kanyue, sister Xuan'er! Brother, why don't you fight for it!" Lingfeng shouted.

"Fight? How to fight? As the young master of the Spirit Race, I don't have the right to decide marriage. I was destined to live for the Spirit Race!" Lingjun's lips pursed bitterly, and shook his head mockingly, "Feng'er ,go to sleep."

"Brother, if you really marry Feng Yunxin, you will regret it for the rest of your life! Spirit Race is important, but your happiness is also important!" Lingfeng snorted coldly, turned and ran into the room.

...

Early the next morning, the entire Lingfu was bathed in festivities, with lights and festoons everywhere, and it was full of joy.

Even the servants in the mansion put on festive dresses or robes.

The banquet was set in a hundred gardens, the garden was full of colorful flowers, butterflies wavy, and the aroma filled the garden.

In this marriage between the Spirit and Xuan clan, in addition to the people of the Xuan clan, the Xuan and Xingyue clan have come, but they are all important people. People who are insignificant like that are not eligible to participate in such an appointment. Wedding reception.

Today, Feng Yunxin wears a fiery red cloud-smoke gauze skirt, her delicate Yaoyun hair bun, and delicate and decent makeup on her bright and charming face, which makes her look radiant and full of vitality. Beautiful and noble.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, she is very eye-catching and attracts people's eyes all the time. Standing around her is a group of young girls who are similar to her age, all looking at her with envy. From today onwards, she is the future of the spirit race. She is the youngest wife, and she is also the second Miss of the Xuan Clan, it can be said that she is a favorite of thousands of people, and all the light almost reaches her.

Feng Yunxin enjoyed the admiring and enviable gaze of the people around her, her lips raised slightly, revealing a generous and gentle smile, her gaze fell on the dark red figure walking in front of her, she moved away gently. In the past, the voice was infinitely soft, "Brother Jun, you are here."

Lingjun's clear and handsome face was indifferent, "En."

A dark red robe outlines his slender and tall figure more chic and cool, and his eyebrows are like the peaks that are looming in the mist in the early morning. The whole body exudes a light and alienated atmosphere, which is very different from the usual warmth.

His appearance immediately attracted the eyes of countless young girls in the garden, each looking at his exquisite side face like a **** of infatuation. The young master was not only talented and surprisingly talented, but also handsome in appearance and high status. Can be favored by the young master, no regrets in this life! It is a pity that their status and strength are too low, and they are not qualified to be young ladies at all!