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This was a grand wedding.

In the 333rd year of the Kingdom Calendar, the summer solstice is on the night, and the stars are everywhere. There are occasionally cicadas scattered around the royal capital, between the green spaces on both sides of the waterway and the street trees.

The Marquis of Qichun was under the jurisdiction of Daye Kingdom, one prefecture and three counties, and was a prominent figure in the royal capital Shanglin.

Looking down at the Qichun Hou Mansion from the sky, you will see buildings with dozens of floors, bent dragon ridges and intrigues.

Nowadays, the eaves of dozens of floor buildings are covered with red lanterns. With the blessing of some magic, festive lights and fires can be seen within dozens of miles, making it a landmark.

Today is a marriage between the Marquis of Qichun and the Grand Sima who is in charge of the military administration of the Kingdom. Although the eldest nephew of the Marquis of Qichun, Yang Yun, has made many military achievements and has long been a famous talent in the capital. Dong Ning, the granddaughter of the Grand Sima, has become graceful and gentle. Both sides are in line, and they are in a good match.

This incident has become a grand event in the royal capital this year. Everyone is rumored to be in the streets and alleys. The wedding of the Qichun Hou Mansion is grand. The fragrant carts and BMWs that go to the residence are endless. The flying mounts that rush to the Qichun Hou Mansion are shining in the night sky and are everywhere.

In the lobby of the Qichun Hou Mansion, hundreds of guests sat on the ground on the coffee table, which was spectacular.

"People say that the emperor has no friends and no alliances. I, the Marquis of Qichun, is also a lord of the lord. He originally had no friends, but now there are all guests, and they all come to the mansion to congratulate him, which is enough to comfort his life..." A calm and bright voice slowly covered the entire audience. It seemed that the host's explanation was moved, and then some of the guests' voices of returning gifts, all of which were saying various words of praise for the Marquis of Qichun.

Because it was the marriage and in-laws of Changsun, the Marquis of Changsun of Qichun and the Dong family of Sima, the topic naturally shifted to the younger generation.

"Classics, sorcerers, Jingwei, I have always had few people. However, if the descendants of the disciples can go further in the practice of practice, shining their ancestors, and being able to achieve family life in their old age..." This voice, which was as mellow as the animal world of CCTV, suddenly changed the topic and came to himself, "Yang Ze, Uncle Zhuo knows the colorful glass bottle you have obtained nearby. This is your first spiritual treasure. You can show it to Uncle Zhuo."

Uncle Zhuo.

Yang Ze secretly cursed that he had just arrived in this world and had not had time to clean up and calm down. At this time, Uncle Zhuo asked himself to show himself some spiritual treasure in front of his grandfather in this world. Isn’t this ugly thing about himself?

Yang Ze looked down at the black bronze wine bottle in his arms, drying in a sloppy dust. What is this? Is this the so-called "colored glass bottle"? Where is the color and where is the glass?

Some whispers came from around, "The colorful glass bottle is said to have to reach the sixth level of the "Qihai Realm" before it can be activated. Oh, it seems that the boy of the Yang family has made a breakthrough."

There was a female voice excitedly, "Brother Yang has broken through the seventh grade? Haven't she advanced to the sixth grade?"

There was also a disdain that followed, "Oh, can he pass it? This is news."

"Although the Qihai Realm is just a state of being the first to see the path of the sect in practice, this third grandson of the Yang family, who has always been famous for his mediocre talent, will he have such a breakthrough?"

"It's fake, is it a fake and shoddy spiritual treasure? The Marquis of Qichun can't afford to lose face of this third grandson, so he found a master of craftsmanship to beat a bad product that was fake and real? These noble families... all care about their face. After all, for this face, are there still many inside stories...?"

There was also the respected old man who picked his beard and smiled, his eyes showing envy, "Hehe, if this colorful glass bottle is divided into a wide range of spiritual treasures, it can only be a good low-quality one. Although it is not a martial spirit treasure, if it is judging from the effectiveness of the wine that is transformed into pure water, it is also considered a good treasure in life. It is said that the purer the true power, the more fragrant it can be... but I don't know if it consumes too much true power?"

The audience was watching. Yang Ze was very quiet, so the surroundings were even quieter. The young and old looked at him. Some young and old women looked at him with red lips and white teeth, and smiled like flowers.

Who knows how to use this thing when I traveled through time? Will you drag any of you to modern times and let you use a microwave?

I looked at me again and I looked at you for a while.

The Hou of Qichun snorted, half open his eyes and said, "You can start now."

Yang Ze gritted the gray copper bottle again, recalling some memory fragments of this body, trying to capture the vague sense of qi in his body that could be vaguely perceived to move. This feeling was very subtle. Finally, he felt like countless ants were crawling under his fingertips, with some suction. But he didn't understand how to release or relieve this feeling... In the end,...

In vain.

The copper bottle in his hand did not shine as everyone expected, and Yang Ze's expression was already using this thing.

First, a low laughter sounded, and then all kinds of rustling sounds quickly swept across the lobby.

The man surnamed Zhuo, who had just asked to see Yang Ze's performance, moved his triangle eyes gently and said, "It seems that my nephew needs to practice more..." He couldn't help but smile.

The Marquis of Qichun looked disappointed and angry. He had heard from the mansion that Yang Ze had already broken through the lower grade of Qihai, which made him a little happy. The kingdom was as far as the kingdom, and to some extent, it was also the embodiment of a country's military power. Cultivation in different realms was divided by the ninth grade as the level. "The best grade" means the first grade as the highest grade, "The middle grade" means the fifth grade as the boundary, and "The lower grade" means the ninth grade as the worst grade. The level is strict.

Yang Ze is perhaps the most talented among the many children in the Marquis' Mansion, but as the third grandson of the Marquis' Yang Mansion in Qichun, such a state of cultivation represents the loss of power and strength, and is destined to be isolated from the core power of the Marquis' Mansion in the future.

Even if Yang Ze is destined to be unable to fully master the various family businesses of the Hou Mansion to advance to the core level, if he practices quickly, his abilities will be enough to give him a place and will not end up in the huge Yang Mansion.

The Marquis of Qichun took the opportunity to give Yang Ze a chance to make a name for himself, and at least he could change his impression of not being able to make progress for a long time. Who knew that such a situation was like this, and his face suddenly became unstable. If it were normal, he would definitely scold, "The lazy thing is as unreliable as your father!" But now there are a lot of guests. Even if the Marquis of Qichun is angry, he had to ignore his full face and wave his sleeves and never look at Yang Ze again.

Yang Ze sat back again. At this time, the Grand Marshal Dong Jie in front of the stage glanced at him, as if he had remembered the impression that Yang Ze brought to him today, and then smiled, "I know there are many treasures in the marquis, but with the joy of my Ning'er and Yun'er today, the old man also had a clumsy gift as a small gift. I hope the marquis don't delay... Xuan'er, present the grandfather's gift."

When the audience heard the name pronounced by Grand Sima, many young talents immediately raised their ears and their eyes shone brightly.

The woman who stood up was about sixteen or seventeen years old, slightly tender but beautiful, with a blue shirt covering her purple clothes, her black hair hanging down from her waist like a waterfall, her waist is slender, her pupils are bright, and her figure is beautiful. According to Yang Zeming's eyes, it is expected to be about 1.68 meters, and her life is outstanding. No wonder the young men around her did not hide their appreciation at all, and even some women showed a close attitude to her before.

Strangely, Yang Ze has seen all kinds of beauties in modern times. In his last life, he achieved success and was surrounded by beautiful women. Logically speaking, he has been aesthetically exhausted and will not use appearance as the only symbol of beauty and ugliness. But when he saw this girl, he was still a little excited and ups and downs and couldn't help himself.

Is it a costume cosplay control? Is it impossible to resist the costume girls? Or is it the original reaction of the body?

Yang Ze shook his head, trying to get rid of his sudden quirk and continue to recall the fragments of memory.

In my impression, this girl seemed to be called Dong Xuan, the second son of Grand Marshal Dong Jie, the daughter of the Minister of the Da Ye Kingdom. The Secretary of the Shang Dynasty, the Emperor, was responsible for government affairs. Dong Qingshan was responsible for the affairs of the Ministry of War. From a modern perspective, it was equivalent to the position of Minister of National Defense, while Grand Marshal Dong Jie was similar to the Chief of Staff of the entire army. The Sima family was a senior military official, Dong Xuan, the daughter of Dong Qingshan. It is conceivable that his status as a noble lady in the royal capital.

In this royal capital, there are many nobles and princes in their dreams that they have some interaction with her.

I don’t know if Yang Ze was dazzled, but the girl glared at him when she got up.

Then he hung his head slightly, opened the box he carried with him, took out a Wen Huang's phoenix jade carving, held the jade carving in her delicate and fair hand, raised his hand, and the jade carving was shining all over, and then sparks flew. With a burst of amazement, he saw only a phoenix composed of flames soaring into the sky, rising in the wind, and then rose to the extreme above the lobby, blowing up countless fireworks and Mars, falling in the sky. Without waiting for everyone to be shocked, the Mars turned into purple ashes and were annihilated in the air.

"It's a top-grade mirage jade spiritual treasure! Everyone can get another treasure for playing with the Qichun Hou. This Phoenix Mirage Jade does not have the middle-grade qi sea realm, so it cannot trigger such illusions." People were talking on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, Dong Xuan, the young girl from Dong Sima's family, has reached the fourth rank of Qihai Realm. No wonder Dong Sima is full of energy and the juniors in the family are outstanding. It seems that among the younger generations of Daye Kingdom, there are many talents."

"The girls in the Dong family have surpassed the fourth rank. This Yang family boy is even worse than a woman."

"In this way, Yang Hongyuan's position will be even worse..."

These words were either sarcastic or sighs, and from all directions, Yang Ze could feel some harshness, and even some indescribable anger in his chest. His hands holding the copper bottle turned white because he used too much force. Yang Ze knew that this was the reaction of the original soul memory of this body. After all, he was reborn and occupied the body of the same name and surname. To a certain extent, he was both himself and Yang Ze. Because of the fragments of memory in his soul, he empathized with these harsh remarks, which were a bit intense, and a bit guilty because of the involvement of his father.

The emotions are really rich...

Yang Ze was searching for the memory fragments in his mind, as if he suddenly realized the reason why the girl glared at him before, and realized why she was unable to fall in love with this woman. He couldn't help but look up at the other end where she sat back, as if he remembered something, and the corner of his mouth opened in surprise, "No way..."

Dong Xuan returned to her seat and sat down. Several women next to her, who were also famous ladies of the capital, came over again, and their eyes moved towards Yang Ze. Then she curled her lips and smiled at Dong Xuan and said, "So, he is the Yang Ze who expressed his feelings to you the day before yesterday, haha... I'm afraid most of the king know about this..."

Dong Xuan's eyes were about to spit out of fire, and she reached out to her best friend and pinched her, "What kind of expression do you have? Don't laugh."

"Look, he is looking at you, he is looking at you again..."

Dong Xuan turned her head and looked at her, and Yang Ze looked at her with a thoughtful look.

This made her feel anxious and nervous. Although Yang Ze grew up together since childhood and looked good, he should not be a type that girls would hate, but he is a mediocre prince Wang Youming and has an ordinary talent for cultivation. In this world of the world of theoretical schools such as the Four Books and Five Classics, you can imagine how serious this is. What's more, Yang Ze's shame in public just now has portrayed his mediocrity and loneliness deeply in the hearts of the people.

The most critical and embarrassing thing is such a mediocre person in the eyes of everyone. A few days ago, he expressed his feelings to himself.

Almost overnight, she was pursued by Yang Ze, who had no talent for cultivation and was weak in Qichun Hou Mansion, and spread throughout Shanglin's circle of friends.

Dong Xuan is not as fresh and elegant as her appearance. Sometimes she also has some small fantasies of girls. She even uses the recognized young talents in the royal capital as her object of imagination to outline what the people she wants to be together in the future will look like.

He may be full of poetry and writing, gentle and elegant. He may be able to kill all demons with a dragon sword on his shoulders and his ability to kill all kinds of monsters.

He may have a chest and arms that can make people feel safe and warm. In short, this heroic image is a person who will be obsessed with young women in the capital.

But the man she sketched and fantasized in her heart was not Yang Ze in front of her. Without the qualifications to practice, she could only be a mortal, which means a dull future in the cruel social law of the respect of cultivation strength.

He was pursuing him, and not to mention that there seemed to be a vague intention of matching them in the family. When Dong Xuan thought about this, she felt inexplicably bad. Even her eyes that met Yang Ze were vaguely hard and indifferent.

She thought of such a cold attitude, Yang Ze was not a fool, and he would see the clues, and then... he would probably be frustrated and discouraged, knowing to get out of trouble, and after all, just like before, they could still be friends, but they were not considered love.

Thinking of this, Dong Xuan felt a little emotional. Thinking about Yang Ze grew up with them since he was a child. In his bold confession that day, he said that he had always liked him since he was a child. After all, these words made Dong Xuan feel hot, but they all had to face reality. They were two kinds of people with different lives.
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