"Lord Wang!"

"This king is going to get married tomorrow, why do you still have leisure to hang out? Have you done everything that the king has arranged for you? Chu Qingge motioned for Po Feng to sit down and drink with him.

Pofeng sat down, picked up the wine jug, and said worriedly: "Lord Wang, Pofeng doesn't understand, why are you doing this?" ”

"Breaking the wind, do you believe it? The king didn't understand why he did that. Chu Qingge smiled faintly, thinking of the appearance of the golden ingot's teeth and claws, he didn't know why, he just wanted to break the arrogant claws and tie them to his side. What kind of woman does he want, for him, the gold ingots are just something he can see. He hated that smile even more, the smile on Chu Qingyun.

"Lord Wang, you-"

"Breaking the wind, you know?" Chu Qingge pulled the corners of his mouth coldly: "When I see her smile, I hate it very much!" ”

That smile, so sweet, came to him in his memory. It's also a woman, and that woman has such a smile. However, the woman gave all the smiles to the person named Chu Qingyun, and rarely gave herself to herself. He couldn't figure it out, why? They are all her children, how can she favor one over the other?

Grin? The gold ingots didn't seem to have any kind of smile in front of them, right? What do the words of the prince mean?

Chu Qingge said indifferently: "Breaking the wind, there are some things you don't understand. ”

Pofeng glanced at the somewhat lonely person, "Pofeng doesn't understand, Pofeng just wants the prince to be happy." ”

Happy? Did he ever have a happy time fighting for the throne? In addition to the sense of superiority and victory of conquest, he seems to have only loneliness and loneliness!

"This king's power is leaning towards the government and the opposition, how can he not be happy."

Pofeng stood up and said with some sadness: "The prince is not happy, the prince himself understands it." Lord, it's not early, and the wind is waiting for you to go to bed. ”

Chu Qingge stood up, he had too much, but he still couldn't be happy. Only Pofeng dared to say these things to himself without fear of death, and even Chu Qingyun didn't dare to say these things to himself now. Bitterly tugging at the corners of his mouth, can he still be happy?

Early in the morning, Xiaolou dragged her up the gold ingots. What kind of grandmother or what kind of old palace maid's aunt, a large number of people who have squatted in the palace for most of their lives, serving her and grooming.

Dressed in red, the gold ingots dragged their disabled calves and let them toss. Touching the thing on his arm, the gold ingot couldn't help but open the mirror inside to see if he was the same as the bronze mirror, he was deformed?

Looking at the woman with heavy makeup in the mirror, the gold ingots wanted to vomit blood, it turned out that the aesthetic standards of the Northern Underworld Heavenly Empire were like this. It's time to be a matchmaker, and it seems that she can change her career.

Covered with a red hijab, the gold ingots knew that the day of their painful struggle was coming, and she was going to suffer this bird qi until her legs and feet were sharp.

Chu Qingyun looked at the gold ingots in front of him covered with a red hijab and carried out by his grandmother, sighed slightly, and then said with a smile: "Little bit, I hope your smile can give the imperial brother happiness." ”

The gold ingots lifted the hijab and glared at Chu Qingyun, put down the hijab, and didn't say anything.

It's not that Jin Yuan Bao doesn't want to say it, but she is too lazy to talk nonsense with Chu Qingyun. Anyway, in the end, she must have run away.