Quick Transmigration: The villain made the hero cry again

Chapter 82 The traitorous lady who respected the country and was executed by her entire family 39

As the etiquette officer sang, the two worshiped the emperor, knelt down to their parents, and the wife and husband worshiped each other...

After the ceremony, the two looked at each other, their eyes full of treasure and affection. Yuhua held Shen Jing tightly as if she were holding a rare treasure, and the full love almost overflowed.

Qingxuan looked at the two people who were extremely in love with each other. He turned his head and looked at Shen Chen, with a touch of sadness in his narrow eyes.

After the new couple was taken away.

Next came the grand palace banquet, with the gilt-coated dragon incense burner quietly blowing out cloud-like incense. The officials exchanged cups and chatted happily. In the center, there was singing and dancing, and the men danced in the air with their sleeves and slender waists.

Shen Chen was sitting on the dragon chair, holding a jade cup in his hand, and he was a little tipsy.

She lowered her eyes, tapping her fingertips slowly on the dragon chair, and glanced at Qingxuan with a calm expression from the corner of her eye.

Although his face was expressionless, the material on his sleeves was wrinkled a bit.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Due to drinking some wine, her face was slightly red, and her lips were as red as blood.

Until the banquet was over, nothing happened.

All the ministers were drunk and in knots, and were preparing to return home one after another. However, they did not expect that the situation suddenly changed. The sky was filled with thick clouds, the wind picked up, and heavy snow fell one after another.

The guards at the palace gate pointed their swords at them, and many of the ministers were sober in an instant.

They were controlled one after another. As long as they struggled loudly, their heads would be chopped off immediately, and the holy white snow covered the bright red blood.

Gradually, no one dared to speak out anymore.

For a moment, there was a roar of wind.

They all realized something was wrong.

The scene in front of him was very similar to the scene where Shen Chen poisoned the imperial concubine and forced her into the palace.

A strange army surrounded the entire palace with lightning speed.

The palace guard was originally responsible for Yuhua, but today she was getting married, so she was temporarily handed over to someone else a few days ago.

The entire imperial city was filled with the atmosphere of an approaching storm.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Shen Chen left the palace banquet. The howling wind and snow were merciless and rampant. She tightened her tight robe.

Ever since she came to this world, she has been a little afraid of the cold.

As expected, Lin Shang's figure disappeared beside her, the familiar palace attendants were replaced, and now there were unfamiliar faces in front of her.

She pursed her lips and looked at the somewhat empty palace. She walked slowly to the eaves and slowly stretched out her hand. The hexagonal snowflakes fell coldly into the palm of her hand and soon turned into a puddle without any traces. Temperature water droplets.

"Your Majesty, please come this way." Although the cold-faced palace servant called her "Your Majesty," there was no respect at all on his face.

The surrounding palace servants all held long swords and surrounded Shen Chen in a surrounding posture.

Shen Chen curled his lips and held the water drop in his hand.

She did not resist and allowed the palace officials to take her outside the front hall.

The white jade steps extended downward from her feet, the vermilion-red door, the glazed gold tiles were covered with layers of white snow, and Daxi's bright red satin rustled in the cold wind.

Countless guards stood under the stage holding swords, and all the ministers were surrounded and trembling. When they saw Shen Chen's figure, they seemed to see the savior.

But they found that Shen Chen was also controlled.

Several ministers stood up and yelled at the guards for being traitors and traitors.

The guard lying on the sword had no expression on his face, and blood spattered three feet in an instant, dyeing the crystal clear snow red.

The red lanterns in the palace that originally meant this great joy were now emitting a strange red light.

The entire palace was shrouded in blood.

Shen Chen looked at the scene below calmly, without any change in his eyes.

"Shen Chen, you lose." The man's magnetic and proud voice sounded from behind her.

When Shen Chen turned around, Fenglou Yin's beautiful glazed eyes shone with unprecedented brightness. He held a bamboo umbrella and slowly stood one meter away from Shen Chen.

"Look, you taught me very well." He looked at Shen Chen: "Since I recovered my memory, I have never stopped planning for a moment."

(End of chapter)