Ye Cheng put on the hastily made wedding robe.
The material is rough, the stitching is crooked, and it makes the skin itch when worn.
His father, Ye Xiong, leaned on a cane and stared at the dazzling red color on his son's body. His eyes were bloodshot and he stayed up all night.
Veins popped up on the back of his hand, and the smooth wooden stick creaked when he clenched it.
His voice was hoarse.
He also wanted to know how the little girl who was always hiding behind Princess Changle and looking at him timidly ten years ago, who was a bit prettier than Changle, became the ugly one in the eyes of everyone in the capital ten years later.
What exactly happened to her in the past ten years?
Ye Cheng wanted to find out.
At this moment, there were several sparse sounds of horse hooves outside the house door.
The bride-to-be has arrived.
There were no suonas, no gongs and drums, not even a shout. There was only a small sedan parked in front of the half-broken gate of the mansion, followed by a few expressionless Forbidden Soldiers, looking at people as if they were looking at a troublesome matter.
It is better to say that it is to escort the bride than to welcome the bride.
The cumbersome etiquette is completely eliminated.
When Ye Cheng took the bride and worshiped the heaven, earth and parents, he was sent directly to the bridal chamber.
In the room, candlelight flickered.
Ye Cheng looked at the figure sitting beside the bed. Under the red hijab, the bride had a slim figure.
h "Unexpectedly, the little girl back then has grown into a big girl now."
hYe Cheng stepped forward and reached out to lift off the square red hijab.
The bride beside the bed trembled suddenly.
Ye Cheng’s hand paused, and instead of removing the hijab, it landed on the top of her head and rubbed it gently.
"What should we do? We are husband and wife now."
His voice was calm.
That big hand seemed to have some kind of magic power, and An Ning's trembling gradually stopped. After a long time, she didn't know whether to accept it or to accept her fate, and then she slowly loosened her grip on the hijab.
Ye Cheng lightly hooked his fingers, and the square red hijab floated down.
Under the candlelight, a face caught his eye.
The outline of that face is extremely beautiful, and the facial features are as delicate as a fairy in a painting. However, this beautiful face, from the corners of the eyes to the chin, is covered with pieces of fine golden dragon scales.
The dragon scales shimmered with a strange luster under the candlelight. Far from being ugly, they exuded a sense of mystery.
Suddenly seeing his true appearance, An Ning immediately dodges his eyes and subconsciously wants to look away.
Ye Cheng was stunned.
"Nine Transformations of the True Dragon? Have you practiced the secret method of the royal family?"
An Ning suddenly raised his head, and saw that there was no disgust in his eyes like others, only surprise. The grievances that had accumulated for ten years suddenly burst at this moment.
"Ten years ago, you went to the Demon Suppression Tower, and I was worried that you were in danger..."
She choked with sobs, with a thick nasal voice, and could not speak clearly.
"I thought that if I could become more powerful, I might be able to help you in the future... So, I secretly practiced the royal secrets, but I didn't expect... that I would become like this..."
She raised her hand to caress the dragon scales on her face, tears rolling down her face.
"Everyone said that I was ugly, and my sister also said that I was a disgrace to the royal family, so I was locked up in the palace and not allowed to go out."
Ye Cheng looked at her tear-stained face and his heart softened.
He raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
"Silly girl."
There was a hint of smile in his voice.
"This is not a ghost." His fingertips lightly touched the dragon scales on her cheeks. "This is a return to the ancestors of the blood, which is a good thing. It's just that your strength is too weak and you can't control it."
An Ning's crying stopped suddenly, and she widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief.
The light dimmed again: "However, I have practiced for ten years before I can reach the Condensing Yuan Realm. It is easier said than done to go further? Do I have to wrong you... to look at my face for another ten years?"
She lowered her head, her eyes dim.
Looking at her like this, Ye Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Ugly? Who said that? It's shiny, I like it very much."
"Ah! No!" An Ning exclaimed and quickly covered her face.
Which girl doesn’t love beauty? Especially in front of my sweetheart.
But after covering her face, she couldn't help but look at him through her fingers. When she saw the smile on his face, she asked cautiously: "Brother Ye Cheng, do you have any idea?"
If An Ning said she wanted to become an immortal, it would be a bit troublesome.
But she just wants to break through the situation.
"It's just that if you step into the spiritual sea realm, these dragon scales will disappear naturally. I have been in the Demon Suppression Tower for ten years, and all the medicinal materials on my body have been used up."
"You wait for me here, I will buy some medicinal materials and come back."
After saying that, Ye Cheng turned around and left the new house.
An Ning stared blankly at his disappearing figure with mixed feelings in her heart.
…
Not long after Ye Cheng left, several black shadows climbed over the wall and entered, falling to the ground silently. The leading man in black made a gesture, and several people immediately dispersed and surrounded the general's mansion.
"Hurry up and get rid of that trash so that you can go back and report back to the general!"
But before they could take action, a strong smell of blood mixed with evil spirit rushed out from behind the rockery in the corner of the yard.
"What?!"
The leader of the killer was frightened and turned around suddenly, only to see a huge black shadow emerging from behind the rockery. The thing had the head of a bull and a human body, with red eyes and saliva dripping from its mouth, staring at them.
"Monster...monster!"
The killers were shocked. They never imagined that a monster would appear in the heavily guarded capital city!
Before they could react, the bull-headed monster roared and rushed over!
The sound of broken bones drowned out the screams.
In the blink of an eye, several well-trained killers did not even have time to call for help, and were torn to pieces by the monster, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The strong smell of blood wafted into the new house. An Ning opened the door and saw the bull-headed monster biting the head of the last man in black into pieces, with red and white dripping from the corners of its fanged mouth.
"Monster?"
"How can there be a monster in Kyoto?!"
An Ning's little face turned pale instantly, her whole body was cold, and there was only one word in her mind: escape.
This is the only thought in her mind.
She subconsciously took a step back, but her heels were nailed to the threshold.
No.
Can't escape.
If you escape, what will Brother Yecheng’s parents do?
The two old men with gray hair and weak bodies were still waiting in the inner hall.
She had just paid homage to them, and had just changed her name to father and mother.
This place is already her home.
Thinking of this, An Ning bit her lower lip. The fear originating from the depths of her soul was forcibly suppressed by a more determined will.
She activated the weak true dragon power in her body, and thin golden air flow surrounded her body, and the dragon scales on her face seemed to light up for a moment.
She took a deep breath, straightened her spine, and blocked the way to the inner hall.
The bull-headed monster apparently also discovered her.
It threw away the mutilated corpse in its hands, let out a satisfied burp, and then locked its huge, red eyes firmly on An Ning.
It smelled flesh and blood that was more delicious and full of spiritual energy.
"Roar——!"
With a roar, the smelly wind blew towards my face.
An Ning's face became paler. She knew very well that with her meager skills in the Yuan Condensation Realm, in front of this monster beast, she was like a mantis trying to use her arms as a chariot.
But she didn't take a step back.
She is already Ye Cheng's wife.
Even if he dies, he must die at his home and protect his family.
The bull-headed monster seemed to be angered by her overestimating provocation. It took heavy steps, and the ground trembled slightly.
It raised its sharp claw high, which was thicker than An Ning's waist, with pieces of flesh and blood on the claw blade, and smashed it down with a sound of wind!
The shadow of death fell instantly.
An Ning closed her eyes in despair.
Unexpectedly, I had just married Brother Ye Cheng and was about to die before I even had time to see what he looked like now.
Hum, I'm really unwilling...
A drop of clear tears slid down the corners of her smooth eyes, flowing over the strange golden dragon scales.
"Brother Ye Cheng..."
She murmured softly.
The wind stopped.
The expected severe pain did not come.
An Ning opened her eyes, and the giant claw that was enough to beat her into a pulp stopped just three inches above her head, motionless.