Qing palace plan: poisonous girl Fanghua dominates the world

Chapter 71 Marriage (Part [-])

In the palace of the prince.

Everywhere in the mansion was filled with joy, and the big happy characters were pasted on the door and in front of the windows, which were extraordinarily dazzling.

The firecrackers crackled and exploded non-stop, so loud that it seemed that all the firecrackers in the entire Huaguo were bought.

Mo Zhiyuan believed that Hua Luoyun had that strength.

A red carpet was spread on the ground, and the servants stood in two rows on both sides of the carpet.

"Auspicious Wangye, auspicious Wangfei!" Disciplined training can be seen in the neat voice.

Xu Yusheng smiled slightly, turned over gracefully, and dismounted.

Go to the sedan chair and open the sedan chair curtain.

"Lady, let's go." Xu Yusheng raised the corners of his mouth, and took Mo Zhiyuan's hand in his.

Mo Zhiyuan had a red hijab on her head, so she couldn't see the road under her feet clearly.

"Woman, please walk slowly, so as not to trip, I can't help you if you trip!"

The guests who heard this sentence covered their mouths and laughed.

This fool, what he said is really funny!
Seeing the appearance of the guests, Xu Yusheng also scratched the back of his head.

"Miss, did I say something wrong? Why are they laughing at me?" Xu Yusheng lifted Mo Zhiyuan's red hijab, "Wow! Mistress, you are so beautiful!"

Xi Po walked over embarrassingly, picked up the red hijab from the ground, and put it on Mo Zhiyuan's head.

"Eighth Prince, stop messing around, it's not time to lift your hijab yet."

"Oh, you're so annoying, of course I know, it's only when I'm sleeping and kissing! I'm not a fool!" Xu Yusheng pouted and said impatiently.

Hearing Xu Yusheng's words, laughter finally broke out in the crowd.

"Eighth Prince, how do you lift the hijab, let us see then! Haha!"

"Eighth Prince, what are you going to do at night!"

……

In the crowd, someone laughed loudly.

Xu Yusheng's face turned red, and a blush was visible on his fair face.

The crowd laughed again.

Mo Zhiyuan raised the corners of her mouth, her future husband is really a ruthless character, he is much stronger than her if he can pretend to be like this.

Pinched Xu Yusheng's arm, and whispered in his ear, "My lord, the time has come, we should pay homage."

"Yes, yes, it's time for my wife and I to pay homage, don't laugh anymore!" Xu Yusheng waved his long sleeves and brought Mo Zhiyuan to the hall.

In the hall, Hua Luoyun and Liu Meier sat on high seats.

Seeing them, Mo Zhiyuan felt very uncomfortable, disgusting, disgusting.

Because the image of their entanglement is still like a snake, entrenched in her mind and will not go away for a long time.

Moreover, when she saw Liu Meier's big belly, Mo Zhiyuan felt even more painful...

"My lord, I'm not feeling well, can we not visit?" Mo Zhiyuan tugged at Xu Yusheng's sleeve, and said with a hint of coquettishness, "Is that okay?"

The corner of Xu Yusheng's mouth curled up in a seemingly invisible arc.

"Brother Huang, Yusheng suddenly has a stomachache. I'm afraid he won't be able to pay his respects. What should I do?" Xu Yusheng squatted down, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and after a while, a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Hua Luoyun didn't speak, but frowned, with deep boredom on his face.

He didn't want to come at first, just because he was the king of a country, it would be embarrassing not to come.

It's just that this damned shit brother is embarrassing to him.

"Brother Huang, I must have eaten too much this morning, and now I want to go to the latrine!"

The crowd laughed.

Hua Luoyun's face turned charcoal black, "Don't pay homage to the hall, you can go quickly."

"Thank you, Brother Huang." After speaking, Xu Yusheng took Mo Zhiyuan's hand and ran into the room.

(End of this chapter)