"I originally thought that I would give this banquet for the ancestors for your master's business." Zhao Yue looked at the towering Tai Chi Hall not far away, stepped on the bluestone slab under her feet, and walked through the busy immortal officials without moving expressions.

"Ancestor Hongjun will definitely mention two things at this banquet."

"The first is what wish I want to make, and the second is who I want to take away." Before Zhaoyue finished speaking, Fu Chen took the lead and said this.

Zhao Yue laughed awkwardly and lowered her voice: "You said you are not stupid either, why did you live like that before?"

If this was put in the past, Fu Chen might have drawn his sword to face him without saying a word. Even Zhao Yue, who said this, had already placed one hand on the white jade flute in her sleeve, ready to block his attack at any time.

But unexpectedly, Fu Chen was not slow and looked at her with a smile: "You were not by my side before, so you wanted to influence some judgment."

These words made Zhao Yue's expression stagnate for a moment, as if his heart had been beating for a few times, and he couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

Because Zhao Yue is not around, it will affect her judgment. This is the first time I heard about it. It is obviously because of the Xuanyuan Sword that distorted his fate, so how could she finally get her element?

Zhaoyue laughed dryly and didn't answer the words. She always felt that if she answered, she might have been trapped on the pirate ship.

In this huge square in front of the hall, the two of them were silent, with a subtle and indescribable atmosphere. After walking half a stick of incense, they finally stepped up the stairs and stood in front of the Taiji Hall of the Hongjun Laozu.

Zhao Yue subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out of Fu Chen's palm, but used a few force back and forth, without seeing him let go at all. Until Zhao Yue was a little anxious, he increased his voice with a little blame, attracting the attention of almost everyone in the palace.

"It's not that the big girl is getting married. If you want to choose a wife, do you have to hold the master's hand? Is it a joke?"

Fu Chen's eyes were locked in Zhao Yue's "slightly blamed" expression, and he read a "smug" smell, his face was black, and his mouth was tilted "very wronged" and he was about to cry.

Zhaoyue was stunned and pursed her lips.

Little bastard, you did it on purpose!

Seeing her look of disbelief and tilting her mouth, Fu Chen almost laughed out loud because of "very aggrieved".

May you take the initiative and not let me fight each other if you want to do something?

Zhao Yue glanced around the people sitting in the Tai Chi Hall. In addition to the ancestor Hongjun sitting on the high platform, she clearly saw Taibai Jinxing and Taishang Laojun sitting on the side. Even the immortal Donghua who never showed it to others easily came to Kunlun Palace this time. Duan Fang was sitting right aside and cast a burning look at her.

She was a little embarrassed and was worried about not knowing what to do, but she saw Mo Chuan walking down the steps, squinting her eyes slightly, and laughing: "Immortal Lord, don't worry, every child is a little difficult to deal with."

While saying that, he glanced at Fu Chen.

He must have been unhappy. His face, which was originally a little "wronged", became as noble as if he was flipping a book. He watched Mo Chuan gradually come from bottom to top, snorted coldly, and raised his hand to salute: "God."

Then, he looked up slightly: "The God of the Supreme God has not been married yet, so why not choose the woman from my Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion in order to promote the friendship between the Heavenly Clan and the Yue Clan."

Mo Chuan obviously didn't expect Fu Chen to make such a move, and his pace on the steps was obviously slower for half a beat.

In Tai Chi Hall, when Taishang Laojun heard this, he stroked his beard seriously and nodded with a smile: "What the prince said is very true."

When the crowd saw the Emperor Laojun saying something, they nodded and said, "What they said is so great!"

Only Mo Chuan's face was darker, and he walked by him unhappily, saluting Zhao Yue: "Yuezun."

Then, he bent down and his voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that Mo Chuan already has something to do with him, otherwise the prince's proposal would be a good story."

After saying that, he glanced at Fu Chen, then stepped over the threshold and stepped into the Tai Chi Hall.

But this statement failed to calm the amazement in the hall. Even the Grand Lord was extremely shocked and looked at Mo Chuan: "Is my heart belonging? Which girl from which family actually has such an honor? Is the god who falls in love with me?"

After saying that, Taishang Laojun felt a little regretful. He saw Mo Chuan's face was so dark that he obviously didn't want to mention it again. He gave him a bad face, which made him a little disappointed.

Mo Chuan did not respond to him anymore, and walked straight to his position and sat down calmly.

Zhaoyue lifted up the hem of her skirt and walked over the Tai Chi Hall. The smile on her face became a little stiff. While Fu Chen looked, she thought this woman was really interesting.

He kept saying that he was not good at this kind of flattery and flattery, but in this situation he was at ease and was full of success. The greetings were like surging rivers, and they even said three or four in different ways.

Looking at Zhaoyue like this, Old Ancestor Hongjun couldn't help but smile even deeper.

The former Ancient Yuezun was a troubled child who was unwilling to learn the language of the Tian clan. Even if the Emperor was admonishing her back then, she could not teach her a few words.

But now he is already the one who can stand alone. He looked at Fu Chen who was following her and smiled faintly.

Yes, only this person can change this playboy woman.

"Okay, OK." Old Ancestor Hongjun sat on the platform, returned to his cold face as he used to be. He glanced at everyone, stood up and saluted respectfully with Zhaoyue: "Today's banquet is to celebrate the fox prince's top position. The Kunlun Palace rankings are the first. I am very grateful to all the immortals who come."

After saying that, his eyes fell on Zhao Yue: "And for today's banquet, please ask Yue Zun to choose a good choice. Is there any woman who can get into Yue Zun's eyes? It's also easy to choose a family for the prince to have a good marriage."

Zhaoyue smiled and responded: "Okay, okay, I'm worried." After that, she pulled Fu Chen beside her and sat down at the empty table beside the ancestor Hongjun.

The two celadon wine pots on the table attracted Fu Chen's attention in an instant. Before she could sit down, she pulled Zhao Yue's sleeve hard: "Don't drink."

Zhao Yue raised her eyebrows, felt a little angry, lowered her voice and replied: "I didn't drink it before, but now you don't let me drink it, why?"

"Your wine taste is very bad." He said with a stern look, and when Zhao Yue reached out to pour the wine, he really hesitated for a moment.

This is not the first time she has heard of the wine of Zhaoyue that Fuchen mentioned. Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion prohibits alcohol, and whenever she complains, Ye Ming always says that she has poor wine, and bans alcohol is the best choice.

In addition, whenever he drinks in Medicine King Valley, the little bastard will try to avoid a few pieces of clothes, and then wake up the next day, he will shout to ask her to take responsibility.

Could it be that my wine tastes really bad and I will strip people of clothes after drinking it?
Chapter completed!