All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 25

Feng Ning and Qing Lang came early, there were only a few pedestrians on the road.

The Xiannu who were watching the gate in front of Lishen Mansion were all yawning and looking sleepy.

It's just that the fairy slave who led the way for them seemed to be very energetic.

As soon as he saw Feng Ning, he saluted respectfully: "God Feng Ning, my God of Salute has been waiting for you for a long time."

Feng Ning was still a little confused about why the God of Rituals knew he was coming, but once he entered the Hall of Rituals, he understood everything.

——Because beside the God of Ritual, there stood a crooked Yue Lao.

As soon as Yuelao saw Fengning, he slapped his thigh excitedly, turned his head and said to the God of Rites, "Just now I said that Fengning is going to get married, you still didn't believe it, do you believe it now? Look, isn't it coming soon? !"

As he walked towards Feng Ning, he said, "Just now you came to knock on my door before dawn and asked me for a red string, so I knew something good would happen... Hey, I just asked you who your partner is. Not to mention, I caught you this time, I want to see if the person who seduced you, a lonely old god who has been around for thousands of years, is not..."

But seeing Qinglang's face clearly, Yuelao's voice suddenly raised eight hundred degrees: "How could he be a demon, what about the rabbit demon?!"

"Rabbit demon?" Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment.

Yue Lao hurriedly said: "Just yesterday, at the blind date meeting, you took that rabbit demon away. At that time, I felt that the atmosphere between you two was not right, and that rabbit demon clearly had feelings for you. The son saw the right way and wanted a flash marriage, how could he be a demon..."

As he spoke, his voice stopped abruptly.

He looked at Qing Lang's unfriendly expression, finally realized that he had said something wrong, and suddenly fell silent.

Only then did Feng Ning react: "Oh, you said Tu Bai, we just met, how can we make such a fast progress."

He leaned over and asked enthusiastically, "But, did you see that he has feelings for me? Is it true? You..."

Yue Lao caught a glimpse of Qing Lang's face from the corner of his eye, and gently bumped Feng Ning's arm, giving Feng Ning a wink to tell him not to continue talking.

"Immortal Yuexia wants to say whatever you want, don't be shy about me." Qing Lang paused for a moment, then continued, "Besides, I also saw that rabbit monster yesterday."

Yue Lao was simply dumbfounded.

He poked Feng Ning's arm, and said in a low voice: "I can't see it, after so many years of being single, once you get the hang of it, you can play like this..."

Feng Ning: ...Huh?

Lishen came over with a small book.

He pushed the Fangyuan mirror on the bridge of his nose, looked at Qinglang, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "...you...have really decided to register the marriage book?"

Feng Ning: "Naturally."

The God of Rites looked Qing Lang up and down again, took a deep breath, and asked in a cautious and gentle tone: "Um... this little devil, how old are you this year? Are you an adult? Did your parents know when you made this decision?"

Feng Ning: "..."

How did it look like he abducted children? !

Qinglang said: "It's almost 21, my parents don't know, but will this affect our marriage?"

Although an adult, but not yet 21...

Lishen and Yuelao looked at Fengning together, with a trace of bitter condemnation in their eyes.

Li Shenyu said earnestly: "In principle, as long as you reach the crown, you are eligible to get married, but considering that the age difference between you two is too large, I suggest you think it over carefully, it is best to discuss with your elders before making this decision..."

Qing Lang frowned: "No, I've thought about it."

Li Shen: "Do you know that Feng Ning is thousands of times older than you?"

Qing Lang: "I know."

Ritual God: "Do you know that Feng Ning has been lonely for tens of thousands of years, and is an old fairy who doesn't understand the style?"

Qing Lang: "I know."

Yuelao: "Did you know that Feng Ning attended my blind date meeting yesterday and hooked up with a rabbit demon?"

Qing Lang: "I know."

Old Qiqi, the God of Rites, asked, "Then what are you planning?!"

If he is old, if he is widowed for thousands of years, if he is hooking up with others the day before he gets married? !

Qing Lang slowly raised his head to look at them.

Just when Feng Ning thought he was going to tell about the Heavenly Marriage Stone, he lowered his eyes and said softly:

"...Because I like him."

Qing Lang was smart since he was a child.

With just a few words, Youyou's mouth was blocked, and their secret was not revealed to the public.

Yuelao and Lishen supported each other tremblingly.

Finally, I stopped meddling in my own business.

"This is your wedding book."

Lishen handed them two brochures, he hesitated, but still said: "Congratulations to the two newcomers."

Feng Ning casually took the marriage book and threw it into the Qiankun bag, then began to half-threat half-begging them to keep the matter a secret.

But Qing Lang took the marriage book with both hands without saying a word, looked at it quietly, and then slowly folded it up and put it away.

As soon as Feng Ning walked out of Lishen's mansion, she patted Qing Lang's shoulder with deep admiration, and praised from the bottom of her heart: "Qing Dahuai is not bragging about this, you are really smart and witty, in a word, let the two Shut up all the old gods... Hey, how did you think of that one just now?"

Qing Lang pursed her lips and did not speak.

He lowered his head to look at the bright red rope on his wrist, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gray pupils were stained with a hint of dazedness and confusion.

Don't know what to think.

"Finished?" A rich voice suddenly came from not far away.

Feng Ning turned her head and saw that it was Qing Dahuai.

Feng Ning raised her eyebrows, and said: "Dahuai, you surprised me a little today, I thought you would follow us to salute the God's Mansion with shamelessness."

After all, when he mentioned not to visit the church yesterday, Qing Dahuai had the biggest opinion.

Qing Dahuai waved his hand, and his tone became a little vicissitudes: "... Forget it, I don't want to go to see it. It will only make me sad."

Qing Dahuai lowered his head and slightly bent his back.

He walked heavily, slowly, step by step from a distance, and then took Feng Ning's hand.

Feng Ning trembled in fright, almost thought that Qing Dahuai was so angry that he wanted to beat him.

But Qing Dahuai just lowered his eyes, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Old Feng, my little stone will be entrusted to you from now on."

Feng Ning pulled out her hand with a strange expression, as if she was not used to it.

Qing Dahuai said again: "Old Feng, we have known each other for tens of thousands of years, I have never asked you for anything, I just ask now, you must not treat my little Shitou badly."

"...Little Shitou is young, and we pampered him to grow up. If you have any conflicts in the future, you must take care of him, and I will entrust him to you..."

With Qing Dahuai like this, Feng Ning felt uncomfortable anywhere, goosebumps were about to pop out.

To be honest, he is still more used to Qing Dahuai threatening him with a vine: "If you dare to treat my great-grandson badly, I will kill you..." and so on.

Feng Ning looked into Qing Dahuai's eyes, and was shocked suddenly: "Are you crying?"

Qing Dahuai turned his head: "...No."

Qing Lang also frowned and raised his head to look at Qing Dahuai, his eyes revealing faint worry.

Feng Ning turned to look into Qing Dahuai's eyes, and said very firmly: "You are crying, your eyes are wet!"

Qing Dahuai finally turned his head, his old face was covered with tears.

A strange, sad sound came from his throat.

Then he rushed over fiercely, hugged Qing Lang, and pressed her into his arms.

He couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and even the thick beard trembled.

"Little stone... Grandpa Zeng is sorry for you, Grandpa Zeng didn't protect you well, Grandpa Zeng saw you jumping into the fire pit...you are only 20 years old, why did you have to suffer this kind of thing... it's all Grandpa Zeng's fault wrong……"

Qing Dahuai hadn't cried like this for hundreds of years, Feng Ning couldn't bear it.

He hesitated for a moment, patted Qing Dahuai on the back, and comforted him: "...Well, don't blame yourself too much, I was actually at fault too."

It's impossible to say that Feng Ning didn't feel any guilt when something like this happened.

Xiao Qinglang already hated him to death, but now she not only slept with him, but also had to marry him in order to survive... I guess she was going to die of pain in her heart.

Fengning didn't dare to think about it.

When I think about it, I feel that Qinglang, the young man of the demon race, is really miserable.

In fact, Feng Ning went to knock on Yuelao's door early this morning, asking him for a red string, and this factor was also there.

Since last night, Qing Lang's expression when he said that he would not pay homage or use the red rope appeared in his mind inexplicably.

He bowed his head and said yes.

He even helped Fengning persuade Qing Dahuai together.

But his eyes were clearly dimmed.

Feng Ning remembered that when he first met Qinglang, although his beautiful eyes were a bit dull and cold, they were always flamboyant and full of vitality.

But now it seems to be covered with a thick black mist.

Feng Ning thought at that time:

Qing Lang is indeed a child, even though he hates marrying Feng Ning, but in his heart, he still likes those fancy rituals.

That's why he went to Yuelao and asked for a red string.

...wanted to coax Qinglang and make his little apprentice a little bit happier.

"Of course you're wrong!" Qing Dahuai said with snot and tears, not caring about his image at all, "If you hadn't been kicked out of your head by a donkey to carve the Heavenly Marriage Stone, would you have reached this point..."

"Hey, the main reason is that I was drunk at the time and my mind was not sober. If I was sober, I would never do such a thing..."

Feng Ning's voice suddenly paused.

Qing Dahuai raised his head and looked at Fengning with tears in his eyes: "Keep talking, I still want to hear you continue to condemn yourself..."

Feng Ning gritted her teeth and said, "Dahuai, do you know why I acted crazy that day?"

"Why?"

"Are you going to settle accounts with Dionysus?!" Qing Lang suddenly pulled Feng Ning aside and asked in a low voice.

Feng Ning lowered his head and counted his magic tools, and his voice was cold: "Of course, I will get angry when I think about it. Now that things have come to this point, that old god who made wine indiscriminately should bear at least half of the responsibility! I heard that I burned down the mountain with snow After the news spread, the old thing destroyed the newly-brewed wine overnight... If you dare, I'm just a wine tester!"

Feng Ning paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Qing Lang with a confused expression: "...Why don't you look angry? I thought you were going to fight Dionysus with us."

Qing Lang lowered his head, touched his earlobe, and said: "...I won't go, my magic skills are low, and I will become a burden for you instead."

Feng Ning nodded: "Yes."

He put the counted artifacts into the Qiankun bag: "Let's go."

"Wait a minute." Qing Lang grabbed Feng Ning's sleeve, his voice became a little stuttering, and his tone was also strange, "Well...don't let it slip when the time comes, my Grandpa Zeng doesn't know yet..."

"Do not know what is this?"

"... indulge in wine."

Qing Lang seemed to find it difficult to say these three words.

He looked away and turned his head to look at the sky, but his exposed cheeks and earlobes blushed uncontrollably.

"Am I a fool? Why would I say that kind of thing? Isn't it just looking for a fight?! Don't worry!"

Feng Ning patted Qing Lang on the shoulder, telling him to put his heart in his stomach.

As a result, Dionysus was beaten badly that day.

He was chased up six hills, shouting while running:

"No way, Fengning, I remember that you are not such a stingy person! You just burned the snow mountain and lost some money... In the worst case, I will pay half of the fine for you! Don't hit me, you have something to say Speak well!"

"Why is Qing Dahuai here? Is he venting his anger for you?!"

"I admit that there is a problem with my new wine, and I have destroyed it now! But you voluntarily tested the wine for me! You should take the risk of tasting the wine by yourself!!!!"

Feng Ning sneered, and questioned: "The indulgent wine was also taken by me voluntarily?!"

Dionysus: "Indulge in...indulging in wine? I...have it for you? I said why there is one less bottle..."

Qing Dahuai followed the pace of Dionysus for a while, and asked with a confused face: "What wine is here?"

Dionysus: "...you don't know how to drink, do you?!"

Curiosity to seek gossip briefly overcame the desire to escape, Dionysus quietly approached him with a shocked expression on his face.

"Who did you drink with? Did you sleep? Did you cook the rice? Are you responsible for it? Don't you have children?!"

Feng Ning: "..."

Qing Dahuai turned his head stiffly and slowly, his voice was trembling: "...you...drink indulgent...wine?"

not good!

Feng Ning's legs began to tremble, and he tried to explain: "Well...well, I just took a sip, and most of it was Qing...Qinglang's drink, so...so...the Lord...mainly blame him ..."

The God of Dionysus shouted: "Who? Who drank it? I'm a little far away... I can't hear you? Are you asleep? Are you asleep?!"

Qing Dahuai's face became ferocious.The strength of grinding teeth is like grinding Fengning's bones.

next moment:

"Dead Fengning! I killed you—"

"Rotten Dionysus! I killed you—"

But because he wanted to kill two gods at once.

And the two gods ran away separately.

They all run very fast.

So in the end he was empty-handed and didn't kill anyone.