Chapter 1083: Women disguised as men: the favor of powerful ministers (84)

After three rounds of drinking and a lively wedding, this is a lonely place for one person.

The guard came in: "Prime Minister, the spies we sent out are here to report that the Duke met King Rui's carriage on the road. King Rui has brought the people to the palace. Everything is safe."

Sheng Yuzhi nodded and put down the wine glass in his hand.

The boy next to him sighed and led him into the wedding room: "Master Xiang, you can relax now. Now that the ceremony is over, it's time to finish what needs to be done next. Mrs. Xiang is still inside.

Waiting for it, Mr. Xiang”

Sheng Yuzhi followed him blankly, his eyes filled with confusion.

The boy gave the prime minister a hand out of kindness, and his skin turned cold to the eye.

His fingers flicked open instantly, and his pupils dilated in shock: "Master Xiang."

Sheng Yuzhi still walked forward, his eyes blank, as if he was unaware.

The road seemed to be very long. At that moment, many pictures flashed through his mind, including father, mother, Xiao Guo, Prime Minister's Mansion, the Emperor...

In the past, he was envious of the scorching sun. Yes, he was envious. Why could such a person live so bravely and freely?

But now, he envied the young man standing next to him, who could express his love without reservation, who could shout that he loved her without any scruples, who could not hide it, and whose eyes were full of her.

Sheng Yuzhi stopped and held on to the wall. He was already so painful that he couldn't straighten his back. After a severe cramp in his chest, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.

"Master Prime Minister!"

He stared at the blood on the ground for a long time, closed his eyes, and fell down.

After Jiaoyang and Choubaguai were affectionate in the carriage, he did not take her to the inn, but returned to the palace.

Chou Baguai cheered up and cleaned Jiaoyang. He didn't do much cleaning himself, so he carried her to the bed and fell into a contented sleep.

He kept dreaming, and when he woke up from the dream, he found it was another dream.

He dreamed that Jiaoyang disappeared and ran to a place where he could not find her. Even if he tried his best to find her, he could not get any news about her.

In the dream, his heart ached, and the pain, hesitation and helpless feeling were just like reality. He told himself that it was just a dream, and tried hard to wake up, but what followed was another story about her.

Dream.

In the end, the ugly guy woke up clutching his chest, with tears already streaming down his face.

Surrounded by familiar scenes, the sun shines in from the window, and her fragrance is on the pillow.

The ugly monster breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his long arms to hug him. Fortunately, the dream was just a dream, and a dream within a dream could only be a dream.

But the arm he stretched out was in vain.

The corner of his mouth that he was about to raise suddenly froze on his face.

Xiao Beiheng ran to the street like crazy to find her, calling her name irrationally without even putting on his clothes.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life, but this life without her is nothing!

A lot of things flashed through her mind. Why did she leave? Did she regret it? After the impulse, she looked at herself lying next to her, at herself who was not loved by her, at herself with that skin that was as ugly as her soul...

Is it unacceptable? But how is it possible? He is going crazy. Every day he looks at her and sees only other people. Day by day, he watches helplessly as she becomes more and more inseparable from others, and her feelings become more and more intense.

From Sheng Yuzhi to Xie Nanning, why can't you ever see me in your eyes? In that case, I'll break your head with my hand and let you look at me properly!

If it still doesn't work If it still doesn't work

The ugly monster scratched his arm with his nails so hard that it was covered with scars and blood dripping from it. It seemed that only in this way could he calm down his heart, which was so arrogant that it was about to go crazy.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes returned to coldness. Faced with the people coming and going in front of him, his eyes were dark, and he boarded the carriage with a calm expression.

Sheng Jiaoyang, this is the last chance I give you to come back to me.

The palace's carriage gradually moved away, and Jiaoyang walked out from behind the wall, turned around and walked away expressionlessly.

She walked alone through the crowded streets, stretched out her hands, made a rectangular shape and pointed it at the sky, muttering: "I don't like this world, not at all."

Fortunately, the era she lived in was thousands of years away from here. If she were really born and raised here, she would either be pissed to death, or she would grow into a giant who wants to destroy the world.

Be perverted.

Just as Jiaoyang was thinking about it, a pair of warm hands suddenly appeared on her shoulders, and then a piece of clothing was draped from behind, and the familiar warmth hugged her from behind.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she turned around, her whole body was covered with this warm feeling.

The bull-headed man lay on her shoulder, his eyes a little dependent, and his eyes were bloodshot from the restless search that day.

His voice was hoarse, and he complained softly in a coquettish tone: "Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Jiaoyang looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "How long?"

After so many years, he finally grew up into the young man who stood behind her and put on her clothes.

The bull-faced man was happy inside, it would be great if he could speak. What he was most afraid of was that she wouldn't speak.

He grabbed her arm and rubbed it, fearful and aggrieved: "I've been looking for you for as long as you disappeared."

Jiaoyang followed him into the carriage, which was the road leading to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Jiaoyang looked at him, and the bull-headed face held her hand and explained: "We are no longer children, Jiaoyang, there are some things that we don't have to face if we don't want to face them."

He put his other hand on hers, looked down at her, and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, I'm here." And he will always be there.

Jiaoyang pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking, and then nodded.

The carriage arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Jiao Yang and Niutou Lian got off the carriage together.

The red color from yesterday had not completely faded away, and he was full of joy. The bull-headed face turned his head and looked at her with some worry.

However, Jiaoyang kept walking forward expressionlessly, occasionally lifting his robe. It seemed that he was worrying too much.

Jiaoyang returned to her villa without thinking much. Before she even got close, she heard chatter and laughter coming from inside.

She paused in her steps and stopped at the door of the courtyard.

The bull-headed man stopped, frowned, and looked inside.

Jiaoyang paused for a while, her face still expressionless. After a short pause, she walked up and opened the door.

Aniang was sitting inside, holding the hand of a young woman, talking and laughing. As for the young woman, her hair was tied up in a woman's bun, and her face was very strange. Although Jiaoyang didn't remember the real person, she knew it just by seeing her.

It's Miss Li.

It seemed that the two of them were having a very lively chat with smiles on their faces.
Chapter completed!