Chapter 93 Who will give Shen Qingqing a drink in the future, who will be a dog
At this moment, Qi Yeshen felt that he would rather die alone, and he would strangle Shen Qingqing to death.
This girl Shen Qingqing is good at everything, but she has a big mouth. Every time she is so angry that Qi Yechen wants to stuff her back into her mother's womb and have her reworked.
This girl is so drunk even when she is drunk.
Qi Yeshen originally thought that other women would be like kittens and birds in his arms when they were drunk, allowing him to have a good time, but what he expected was a scene like this.
Shen Qingqing rubbed his head over and over again, shouting his name at the top of her lungs, as if she really had a eldest son.
Little did Qi Yechen know that the maids outside the door were all bent over with laughter. The lady was so funny.
Shancha lowered his voice and said: "This prince is very unlucky. It's not a good time to come. He has to come at this time."
"Earlier, the young lady pulled me and talked about Amao with a stick of incense. Now I feel like vomiting when I hear the word Amao."
"Yes, the lady also said that her name is Xianglin's wife, and they have a child named Amao.
If I hadn't known that the young lady was still a young lady, I would have almost believed it. The infectious power of the young lady's tears was more sincere than the death of the emperor."
"Who are these Mrs. Xianglin and Amao? Why haven't I heard of such people?"
"Put Amao's matter aside for now. After all, our lady is not married yet. Is it appropriate to let men into her boudoir casually? If word spreads, it will be bad for our lady's reputation."
Fenxiang sat on the verandah with her legs dangling back and forth, "Madam said that if the young lady and the dog... well, the future uncle should cultivate their relationship. If the young lady is not willing, the prince cannot touch her. If she is willing, they should get married as soon as possible." "
"Only our wife can ask such a shocking question."
"That's right, in terms of status and appearance, the prince is the best match for our young lady. The only problem is that the young lady doesn't seem to know that he is the prince. Should we tell the young lady secretly?"
"Tell me, madam, this is fun."
Everyone: "..."
She silently lit a stick of incense for Shen Qingqing and Qi Yechen.
Qi Yeshen thought Shen Qingqing was faking it at first, but half an hour later, she thought about this passage back and forth until his ears grew calloused.
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he placed Shen Qingqing on the bed, "You wait for me here, and I will go find Amao for you."
"Really?" Shen Qingqing grabbed his wrist, with hope in her eyes, "Can you really bring my Amao back?"
He decided who would drink to Shen Qingqing from now on and who would be the dog.
"Really, I'll go right away and I'll definitely bring it back to you."
"You have to be more careful. It's cold and snowy in the mountains in winter, and there are wolves..."
"Don't worry, I can hit ten heads."
Qi Yeshen always felt that she had to tell the story again, and left Shen's Mansion in a hurry.
Just when I walked out of the door and was about to let out a long breath, I found a row of maids standing in the yard.
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Why are there so many death scenes recently? Qi Yeshen has a headache.
Although he didn't do anything to Shen Qingqing, he was still a prince, and it was not appropriate to enter a woman's boudoir privately.
"Ahem...if I said I came to admire the moon, would you believe it?"
Fenxiang jumped down from the corridor and said, "Your Highness, my old man is waiting for you in the Bamboo Garden."
Qi Yeshen didn't know whether to be relieved or nervous. The Shen family's old general hadn't appeared for a long time.
Even the people in the mansion were missing. He visited several times but returned empty-handed.
But he knew very well that the general knew everything about the world without going out, including his refusal to marry.
What is supposed to come will always come, Qi Yechen headed towards the bamboo garden.
Jiang Yi, who still didn't understand why, was making noises from the side, "Your Highness, isn't the drunk Miss Shen particularly cute?"
Haha, it's cute, but a little brainwashed.
Until now, whenever he closes his eyes, a resentful woman's face will appear, constantly feeding him Amao's stories.
Qi Yeshen covered his ears, trying to put those images behind him and not listen to the resentful woman's voice.
As a result, the picture in his head came alive as Amao spitting out green beans from his mouth.
"Stop reading it, stop reading it!" Qi Yeshen was really going to vomit, he was probably going to be tortured to death by this Amao.
An old but energetic voice came to my ears: "I haven't even opened my mouth yet. Who are you asking to stop reading?"
Qi Yeshen let go of his hand and saw an old man with gray beard and hair, wearing a white robe and holding a long silver cigarette stick.
Although he is old, he is full of energy and his physique is no worse than that of a young man.
"Master." Qi Yeshen's expression became respectful.
The long cigarette stick hit his head, leaving a big black patch on his smooth forehead.
"You brat, you still know how to call me master, and you promised me to marry Xiao Qi, what did you do?"
Qi Yechen was in pain, but his handsome face did not change much, "Master, my disciple has his own reasons."
"You should tell me, if you can't impress me today, you will never get out of the Shen family alive today."
Qi Yeshen sighed and said in a solemn tone: "Have you heard Amao's story?"
"Amao? Who is Amao?"
"It was the end of the year, and the sky also showed the atmosphere of the approaching New Year. The heavy gray-white evening clouds often flashed among them..."
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At this time, Shen Qingfeng was painting in the study, and the woman in the painting had a face exactly like Liu Xianggui.
Although they have the same face, their expressions are completely different.
This face does not have Liu Xianggui's usual pretentiousness, especially a pair of eyes that are particularly unruly, like a wolf, with a fierceness that repels people thousands of miles away.
The door opened with a "squeak". Liu Xianggui stood in front of the door and called out sadly: "Feng Lang."
Shen Qingfeng felt like he almost vomited out the New Year's Eve dinner he had eaten the year before.
He was a gentleman. Even when he knew that Liu Xianggui was not the woman he wanted to marry, he did not immediately express his anger at her.
I even thought about giving her a decent way to leave, even if I was discredited.
He is a man and should bear these responsibilities.
But seeing another side of Liu Xianggui, he could not care about his reputation, but he could not bear to have the lintel of his Shen family trampled under his feet.
Now Shen Qingfeng looked at Liu Xianggui's face with only endless coldness, without any tenderness.
Even so, Liu Xianggui still walked towards him despite the cold, "It's rare for you to take a break, so why are you sleeping in the study again? I'm your wife."
She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Husband, if there is anything I do wrong, please tell me. As a new bride, I know I have many shortcomings, but I can change them."
There was a strange fragrance on her body, and Shen Qingfeng knew her intention without even thinking.
I'm afraid she was anxious and wanted to gain a foothold in the Shen family, so she resorted to such despicable methods.