What made Zhong Qingye vomit blood was that in front of such a mysterious and weird question, Qi Mu could still nod and smile without changing his expression, barely saying, "Well, it's really good."
Zhong Qingye turned around and saw that everyone was acting serious, as if what these two people said could not be more normal, and what they said could not be more serious.
Zhong Qingye wanted to go crazy.
"Come on, you are indeed my Ye Ye...he beats people like no other." Yeluxie said with excited admiration, as if the unlucky guy who was beaten so badly was not him.
While Qi Mu was talking to Yeluxie with a slight smile, he glanced meaningfully at Zhong Qingye, his expression as enigmatic as his eyes, nodded in agreement, and smiled: "It is indeed different."
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows provocatively, accepting his words calmly, whether it was ridicule or praise.
"Ye Ye, Ye Ye!" The sticky ghost came up to her again, looking at her excitedly: "You and Qi Mu both said that you beat me very beautifully, with a face, a body and ability, my Ye Ye is really
Great!"
Zhong Qingye looked up to the sky and sighed, turned around and said to Qi Mo, "Can you worship me? I'm so tired."
Before Qi Mo had time to speak, Yeluxie interjected in a nonchalant manner: "How about, Ye Ye, don't marry him, marry me, and I will make you a queen, with good food, drink, and fun."
Holding you!"
Zhong Qingye turned around and glared at him with a murderous look: "Feeding me good food and drink? I'm not a pig!"
Yeluxie replied matter-of-factly: "Of course you are not a pig! Who said you are a pig? I will destroy his nine tribes!"
This was the only pleasant thing Zhong Qingye heard him say all night long. Before he could give him a satisfied look, Yeluxie continued carelessly: "Pigs are much cuter than you, don't talk to me."
The flower ratio!"
Zhong Qingye gritted his teeth: "Who is Huahua?"
Qi Mu, who was on the side, intervened appropriately and replied: "I heard that Prince Zi raised a spotted pig in the palace and named it Huahua. It turns out it's true."
"Of course it's true!" Yeluxie said with a smile, without any sense of danger, shaking his head and saying proudly: "My Huahua is the cutest pig in the world, and all the old men say it is very cute."
As Zhong Qingye listened, he suddenly closed his eyes and stretched out his hands to hold his chest. He opened his small mouth slightly and kept inhaling and exhaling, with a ferocious expression and strange movements.
"Ye Ye, what are you doing?" Yeluxie walked up to her curiously and made strange movements: "Are you practicing? Why..."
"Oh, look at the memory of this humble official. It's been so long since Prince Wang came in that he hasn't prepared a seat for Prince Wang. Butler Xiao, why don't you prepare it quickly! How can it be polite for Prince Prince to stand all the time?!" Before Yeluxie could say anything, Hong Hong
Ying suddenly interrupted his words, scolded the butler with a serious expression, stepped forward and pulled him to the high platform regardless of the rules.
"Your Majesty, please don't be polite. Today is our prince's happy day. You are here as a guest. Please take a seat. Please take a seat!" Without saying a word, he pressed Yeluxie, who looked puzzled, on the table that Butler Xiao had just prepared.
On the chair, another cup of tea was put into his hand, and his enthusiasm was irresistible: "It's been a hard journey, Ziwang, please have a cup of tea and take a rest."
"...Oh." Yeluxie held the cold tea in his hands very innocently, took a dull sip, and forgot what he had not finished.
Only then did Hongying retreat, glanced at Zhong Qingye who was still breathing in and out, and secretly wiped away a cold sweat.
He had personally experienced how tough the woman his prince married was. Fifty or sixty lives were ruined in a fit of anger. If the prince of Dongshang said a few more words, Zhong Qingye would lose his temper.
, if it doesn’t work, I’ll just slap him to death.
When the time comes, she will slap her butt and walk away, and it will be his prince who will suffer.
With this consideration in mind, Hongying had the courage to interrupt Yeluxie.
Not bad, not bad...
Fortunately, there was something wrong with this prince's mind and he didn't care about it...otherwise, he would have to lie here today.
Zhong Qingye closed his eyes, looking indifferent to worldly affairs, and chanting crazily in his mind: "He is the emperor and cannot be killed! He is the emperor and cannot be killed! He is the emperor and cannot be killed!..."
After reading this hundreds of times, the anger that had rushed into my mind gradually subsided.
Seeing Zhong Qingye open her eyes again, her eyes clear and clear, Qi Mu, who knew that she was awake and had nothing to do, let out a disappointed sigh, flicked his clothes, sat down on the high platform again, and glanced at Eunuch Nian.
The father-in-law agreed, walked up to Xi Niang who was still dazed, and reminded him solemnly: "It's time to start."
Xi Niang came back to her senses and was startled by his expression. She hurriedly walked forward and said loudly: "The newlyweds salute to heaven and earth!"
"Two thanks to Gaotang!"
"Couple greetings!"
"Send it to the bridal chamber!"
The sound of crackling firecrackers sounded, and there was a cloud of smoke and enthusiastic cheers. Zhong Qingye was finally sent to the bridal chamber. Under the high red mandarin duck quilt on the big red bed, Zhong Qingye let out a wolf howl and fell down like a hungry tiger.
Go up.
There had never been a moment in the past when she felt that the bed was so lovely!
so cute!
Zhong Qingye hugged the mandarin duck pillow and rubbed it back and forth excitedly, twisting and turning like a caterpillar.
"Ah!" Xiao Xiao exclaimed, and a young girl hurried over and timidly pulled Zhong Qingye: "Princess... you can't rest yet..."
This night, full of shocks and anger, Zhong Qingye was tired even though he was a tough guy. As soon as he lay down on such a soft bed, he felt so sleepy that he almost fell asleep without even taking off his makeup.
He was pulled up before he fell asleep. Zhong Qingye opened his eyes irritably and yelled at the innocent girl: "Why are you pulling me up! I want to sleep!"
The little girl was stunned for a moment after being yelled at. She was so frightened that she almost knelt down in front of Zhong Qingye. With tears in her eyes, she looked aggrieved and looked very pitiful. She said timidly: "...but you still have a glass of wine with the prince..."
"Drink! I'm tired, I won't drink anymore!" Zhong Qingye said to her in a very shameless manner: "Let's go, let's go, I'm going to sleep!"
After saying that, he had already laid down, and the little girl stood in front of the bed at a loss, neither trying to persuade her to leave, nor sweating profusely.
There was a creak of the door, and the little girl turned around, with an expression as if she had found a savior, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Princess..."