The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 178 Dote on your wife too much, too much (2)
Tsing Yi's eyelids twitched.

Master, principle!

next second...

"Ah."

Hey, spoiling your wife too much, too much!
"Is it just right for my family's twelve?" This guy started to do evil again.

The corners of Tsing Yi's eyes twitched, and he wiped off his sweat, waiting until his heart trembled.

The master spoke, which was quite natural: "Next month, pick a date."

Tsing Yi's feet were trembling, he supported the horse, he didn't catch his breath for a while, the woman laughed wantonly in his ear.

His master, he spoils his wife so much.

God knows, Tsing Yi and 12 don't know what's wrong with each other, they're both Lian's sons, if there's nothing to do, let's compete!

This is all right, there is something to learn from.

After getting off the carriage, Rong Qiannian hugged the Marshal in one arm and her man in the other, swaying gracefully all the way.At this time, there were already two rows of people standing in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the ten young masters who had been made to burn incense and worship Buddha by someone came.

"The old minister has seen the prince."

All the people in the Xiangfu were so respectful to Xiao Chen that their waists were bent to the ground.It's just that no one seemed to take Rong Qiannian seriously.

Now someone was upset, and cast a small look of aggrieved eyes at her man.

Xiao Chen embraced her, patted her on the shoulder, turned his eyes, and said to Rong Ruhai: "The concubine of the Tian family is a first-class concubine." His eyes turned cold, "Etiquette cannot be discarded."

Rong Ruhai froze for a moment, and then realized.

Sure enough, the dead king protected his wife.

"The old minister met, met the dead princess."

Feng Qingtou was probably the only one who greeted his daughter with this old man, his face was red and purple intertwined with each other.

Rong Qiannian was happy to hear it: "Good boy."

This tone... the marshal in his arms reflexively smoothed his hair.

The Rong family bent their waists and lowered their heads, perhaps greeting someone in their hearts.

Rong Qiannian was still smiling happily, and naturally ignored the matter of impoliteness. Facing a group of bowed Rong family members, her posture was very condescending, and she rolled her eyes again: "Hey, why don't you see sister Seven."

Rong Ruhai replied: "Your seventh sister..." There was a gust of cold wind, Rong Ruhai shuddered, and immediately changed his tone tactfully, "Return to the princess, the little girl is in poor health, it is not appropriate to come out to see guests."

This attitude is very useful to a certain person. He stroked the marshal's white hair: "Are you sick?" and asked patiently, "Have you sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial doctor?"

The Rong family gritted their teeth and endured the pain. Rong Ruhai's old waist was about to break, and he didn't dare to move under the eyelids of the dead king. The doctor can prescribe some medicines."

Rong Qiannian frowned when she heard this, "How can I do that, my sister and this concubine are sisters, the affection is deep, how can this concubine bear the pain of my sister's illness."

When someone said this, he wasn't ashamed at all.

The master and servant of the Rong family are sweating, the sun in October is very strong.

It was good for Rong Qiannian to continue speaking lazily, in a gentle, slow manner: "Qing Yi, go back and order some imperial doctors to come to Xiang's residence, so that Seventh Sister can take a look."

"Need not!"

Wenshi refused quickly and decisively, and, blushing, was very excited.

Hmm, the smell of tricks.

Rong Qiannian smiled: "My aunt's reaction is so big, I am so surprised by this princess." The smile collapsed, a little bit wronged, "Could it be that aunt hates my ignorance before? I don't want to accept my sincerity."

Xiao Chen embraced her shoulders, patted her shoulders, and Rong Qiannian squeezed out a drop of crystal from his eyes.

Husband and wife partner, how can this be invincible?
Wen's face turned pale, and he didn't know whether it was from fright or hypocrisy: "My wife absolutely dare not, it's just that the little girl just catches a cold occasionally, it's not a serious problem, and I don't bother the princess to worry about it."

Rong Qiannian thought for a while: "In this case, my concubine will go to the yard to see my sister later, and talk about her intentions to be a younger sister."

"Princess has a heart." Wen smiled palely.

Under the sun, Rong Qiannian made false claims again. The faces of the Rong family were already turning pale, they were sweating profusely, their legs were weak and their waists were sore.

Rong Qiannian's side has transitioned from greeting Mr. Rong what he ate and recited to Buddha recently.

"How is Eighth Sister?"

Pretend well... Sisterhood is deep.

Rong Xiang's voice was dry, his breathing was unstable, he was sweating profusely but he didn't dare to wipe it off: "Return to Wangfei, Jinxiu will be here later with Zhang Qinghou."

Rong Qiannian was melancholy for a while before she said: "It's been a while since I haven't seen my eighth sister, but my princess misses her dearly. My sister is married to such a good man, and my princess is also very happy."

Beloved?Should this person open his eyes and say such blind words?

There was a sound of crows, but no one answered.

Under the sun, it took a quarter of an hour to wait for the great gift of the dead princess.

At this moment, there was the sound of a carriage: "Master Xiang, the carriage from the East Palace is here."

Rong Qiannian smiled: "It's really a fate to meet you from thousands of miles away. This time I'm in a hurry." Rubbing her waist and thumping her back, "My princess has been standing for a long time, and my back is sore, so let's go in for a drink first." Tea."

Rong Ruhai felt relieved: "Take the prince and concubine in, serve tea, and serve you well."

This Bodhisattva is finally going to be sent away.

"You take your time to welcome the guests. My concubine will take a small step first." After walking a few steps, Rong Qiannian suddenly looked back and smiled, "Oh, I forgot something." He waved his hands like an amnesty to the world, "Stay flat."

Turning around, she swaggered into the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion with her man in her arms, leaving the back view to Dongdonggong and his group.

Xiao Chen chuckled, brushing her hair lovingly.

Over there, the Rong family's family just bent their waists for a while, and the prince Xiao Yan has already approached.

"Meet the prince."

Mother, the old waist is creaking.

That fox left after taking advantage of everything, according to the etiquette, but he wanted to show the prince a courtesy.

The fox was grinning, looking back as he walked.

"Sir."

That Jiao Didi, Tsing Yi and the others behind her had goosebumps.

Xiao Shan hooked his lips, it was very useful: "Yes."

"You said that guy, Rong Nianhua, did something shady, so secretive."

This guy, the nose is the spirit.

In his arms, His Majesty the Marshal writhed and writhed, exhilarated.

With one hand, he lifted the Marshal's ear, let go, and bang, the Marshal rolled three times in a fleshy way, raised his beady eyes, and the handsome man's face remained unchanged: "Wen Shi." After a pause, he said, "To cover up."

The marshal wiped away his tears silently, and rolled away, thinking how long it had been since he had an extra man, how long it had been since the evildoer hugged him, he was wronged...

Rong Qiannian directly ignored the little dog's resentful eyes, and pretended to be thinking hard: "Hey, sneaking around this thing always makes people feel itchy."

(End of this chapter)