At that time, Jimo said: "We no longer serve as officials in Huaisha, let's go home."

But what's the use of going home? It's still an empty yard and a lonely figure.

"Huaisha, Jimo and everyone are entrusted to you. Remember, you must never give up!"

Don't give up, just carry it. Jimo's head was buried in her arms, and she was telling the legend of the Jiao tribe like a little mother. It was a legend passed down by his father, Kong Bo, about the myths of the Jiao tribe.

Heroic spirits.

Slowly, Jimo grew up, had friends, an army, and became a big shot. They also got used to being the first in the class. Almost at the same time, their expressions began to stiffen, and they no longer talked at night, but just stayed.

An acquaintance in the same yard. Will even this meager connection disappear today?

"It's time to get married between us!"

The moment the words came out of her mouth, Huaisha already understood that everything in the past was in the past, and she and Jimo would never be the same from now on.

The overbearing fragrance swept through the nose and occupied all the senses. The figure as beautiful as red clouds floated past the eyes like a cloud. No wonder Jimo fell in love with such a woman...

Looking sideways, the sleeves of the black ink-rolled gold dragon sea dress are trembling slightly. The wide armholes cover the arms, and the hanging tassels block the sharp edges. The golden eyes are dazzling!

The ritual music was playing, and the ministers rushed to follow.

As the crown prince who protects the country, Jimo advanced to Danzhi, facing Huaisha and the ministers to protect and surround the arch. But--

Huaisha raised his head slightly, and Jimo's eyes followed Jian Yao's figure almost crazily.

Hopefully...maybe...no one among the bowed ministers will pay attention to Jimo!

Huaisha looked to the left, where parallel to the old thief Wan Qiyan. Their eyes met, and they quickly moved away, bowing their heads in submission.

Maybe he had noticed it a long time ago, maybe he admired Jian Yao's beauty, no matter what, Huaisha was 100% sure that Wan Qiyan knew about it!

His inner clothes were soaked with cold sweat, the king was capricious, what tricks did the old thief have up his sleeve?

Huaisha looked at Wan Qiyan's figure thoughtfully, and Jimo's lost look also fell into her eyes. When the ceremony was completed and Jian Yao was sent to the inner court first, the veins on Jimo's hands and neck were also exposed.

Falling into Huaisha's eyes. After all, they are ministers in the same palace. When Huaisha saw Jimo losing his composure, his first reaction was to look at Wan Qiyan, and Wan Qiyan's eyes had just turned around...

In the eyes of Huaisha, the king of the country has always been careless, decadent and mediocre, but his attitude towards the wedding ceremony is still beyond imagination. He just took Jian Yao symbolically, and then left everyone behind. During the celebration in the front hall

, Huaisha asked a small yellow door while drinking, and found out that the king was alone in Zaide's study, and no one was allowed to enter.

This was beyond the scope of stupidity. Huaisha vaguely felt that the king seemed a little disgusted, and a bold plan took shape in her mind. She wanted to buy time to make Jimo's madness less serious!

At the end of the ceremony, Huaisha stopped Jimo and said, "I'll give you time. Before you think about it clearly, I guarantee that Jian Yao is perfect. However, you can't let the old thief seize the opportunity and cause me trouble!"

Jimo looked at Huaisha in astonishment, who had already walked into the palace in a hurry.

"Pa" someone tapped me on the shoulder. When I looked back, I saw it was Shidu. He still had the same lazy look. He was wearing a neat ceremonial dress, but the collar was messy and open.
Chapter completed!