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Uncle Zhong saw that his young master drank all the wine in the cup, but he couldn't hold back, "Young master, your body hasn't healed yet, it's best to ......"

"Uncle Zhong."

He Zhengxiao's long upper body leaned on the back of the chair, bent his long fingers and flicked them on the wall of the cup, and spoke slowly in the dull "bang" sound.

"I've done something wrong again."

The voice was unmoved, but hoarse and long, low and infinite.

So Uncle Zhong can only sigh except sigh.

The dark night has not yet passed, and the dawn seems far away.

Qiao Weihuan kept her eyes open until dawn, until the heavy curtains could not block the dazzling sunlight, and she fell asleep groggily.

When I woke up again, it was already dark. Qiao Weihuan dragged her stiff and tired body, barely ate something, and felt that she hadn't been awake for long, and it was getting dark again.

He Zhengxiao didn't seem to have come back, and Qiao Weihuan didn't ask him where he went.

The next morning, the servant knocked softly on the door, "Madame, are you up?" ”

Qiao Weihuan wiped the drops of water from the tips of her hair, "Come in." ”

The servant opened the door halfway, bent down and said, "Madam, today is the Queen's enthronement ceremony. ”

The coronation of the British royal family has always been held in Westminster Abbey.

This ancient church has experienced more than 1,000 years of wind and rain, and has been washed into more and more grandeur in the long river of history. No matter how many kings modified the design, it can still stand majestically in West London.

Qiao Weihuan went from the manor to the church, about twenty minutes. She planned to go out an hour early, ate something briefly, changed into a long skirt that was not ostentatious, and went downstairs very plainly.

Uncle Zhong was waiting next to the car, and when he saw Qiao Weihuan, he opened the car door.

Qiao Weihuan lowered her head and patted her coat, and when she raised her eyes, her gesture paused.

He Zhengxiao in the rear compartment has overlapping long legs, and his cold dark gray coat sets off the lines of his side face elegantly and deeply.

He glanced at her slightly, some distance, and the light in the carriage was not clear enough, Qiao Weihuan didn't know what kind of expression he was and what he was thinking in his heart.

Probably didn't think anything of it, because she had no reason to refuse.

Qiao Weihuan put down his hand and sat in the car, he keenly smelled a very shallow smell of wine, not unpleasant, but a little intoxicating. She frowned, subconsciously turned her head to look at He Zhengxiao, froze halfway, and turned her eyes to look out of the car window.

Before going to Westminster Abbey for her coronation, the Queen travels around the city in a golden carriage. Knowing that today is the enthronement ceremony of the new Queen, the whole of London is boiling, and countless people are coming from all over the country. It's almost time for the ceremony, and the roads within the Queen's Ring Road are already crowded with people, all ready to see the Queen in action at this exciting time.

On the contrary, the roads that are not in the ring route are less than half of the people and cars, and they are becoming more and more empty.

The boisterous voices from other directions burrowed into the carriage, sounding distant and unreal.

He Zhengxiao sank into the soft chair with half of his body, his dark eyes fixed on the reflection reflected in the car window.

As if sensing his gaze, Qiao Weihuan also glanced at the shadow and met his gaze.

There was no sound in the carriage, but there was a lingering cold smell on his body, and there was a faint smell of wine.

I have the impression that He Zhengxiao rarely drinks, and with his identity, there is no occasion when he has to drink to meet the occasion. Except for the last time, this is the second time she knows that He Zhengxiao touched wine.

Qiao Weihuan wanted to ask if the wound was completely healed, but in the end he still closed his eyes.

When Uncle Zhong stopped the car, He Zhengxiao got out of the car slowly, put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and stood beside the car majestically.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyes and slowly reached out to hold his arm.

Today's occasion is extraordinary, and thousands of pairs of eyes will witness the moment of the Queen's coronation, including the two of them. With so many people in the city, she has to make an appearance and can't have any negative emotions.

The fingers were gripped, and He Zhengxiao's long fingers rubbed against her rounded fingertips, "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes trembled and she withdrew her hand, "What's wrong?" ”

She could feel the heavy gaze falling from her head, holding down her breath heavily, making her tense a little.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and it sounded like more than one, Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and recognized that the person who was walking in the first place was the bishop.

Listening to the bishop and He Zhengxiao's voice not high or low, she followed He Zhengxiao into the church. It's just that it didn't take long for He Zhengxiao to suddenly lower his head, his straight nose could wipe her sideburns, and asked in a low voice: "Can you yourself?" ”

Qiao Weihuan withdrew his hand from the crook of his arm, "Yes." ”

The position at the coronation ceremony is very reasonable, she and He Zhengxiao can't stand together, she didn't ask much at the moment, turned around and followed the leader.

It's just that she didn't expect to go to the west side of the hall, where there were already people, all of them were dukes and ladies.

When the ladies saw her coming, they stopped talking in whispers for a moment, smiled at her in a friendly manner, and made a simple curtsy.

Qiao Weihuan's heart skipped an inexplicable beat.

Looking at the aristocratic class, the Duke of Demville is at the forefront of the aristocracy, but He Zhengxiao has already given up the title. However, Demville's background is still there, and it is natural for the ladies to be polite to her, but there is no need to curtsy.

The bell of the hour rang in the corner of the church, and the golden carriage stopped outside the church.

Lisi's pretty blonde hair was coiled up, and her delicate little face was childish, and she got out of the carriage with a generous smile. The intricate long skirt on her body is a holy and elegant white, and the cascading patterns are implicitly embellished on it, revealing an unassuming gorgeousness.

The luxurious velvet cloak on his shoulders stretched all the way, and the ten women behind him, wearing the same pure white dress, smiled and dragged Lisi's cape and followed Lisi onto the heavy carpet.

At the same time, the choir offered its most sincere blessings to the new Queen, and the gentle and sacred chanting echoed in the church.

Qiao Weihuan, like everyone else, looked at the queen solemnly and respectfully.

I hadn't seen Lisi for a while, and I didn't expect to meet again at her coronation.

Who knew that Lisi, who was looking ahead, suddenly tilted her head, accurately found Qiao Weihuan's location, and winked at her brightly. It took a lot of effort for Qiao Weihuan to hold back her smile and hold her expression.

Lisi probably had to grow up, but Lisi didn't have to worry or panic because she knew she would end up in that position.

In fact, from a very early age, Lisi knew her path and knew exactly how to go about it.

Qiao Weihuan unconsciously looked at the back at the front of the stairs, and the heavy figures could not cover his tall shoulders, but instead made the back more open.

How should she go?

There's no way not to blame He Zhengxiao, but I don't know what I want him to do, and what the two of them should do next.

After the coronation, Qiao Weihuan and her wife left the church together to attend the next dinner.

said it was a dinner party, but it was actually a family banquet after the ceremony, there was not so much communication, it was really a meal.

The people present were all royal families and nobles, but Qiao Weihuan swept it slightly, and after seeing the Chancellor of the Exchequer across the long table, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer's decisions can affect the economy of the entire country, and he is one of the most important ministers, and it is understandable that he is here. But this is the Queen's Buckingham Palace, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer is from the House of Commons, and he is here today, and the news will reach the Prime Minister next.

The disagreement between the Prime Minister and the Queen has been brought to the table in the political circle, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer is expressing his position, I wonder if the Prime Minister will be angry to death after hearing about it?

Qiao Weihuan thought of something, and then looked at the long table with no end in sight, and there were really other people in the House of Commons at the table. She was a little frightened, she had previously guessed that the queen was going to end the secret fight with the prime minister, and chose to abdicate in disguise, but this "family banquet" was too unusual and directly overturned her conclusion.

The ladies stopped one after another and sat down next to their duke, leaving Qiao Weihuan alone, still following the waiter to the middle of the long table. Seeing Lisi sitting in the big chair, Qiao Weihuan smiled a little, and caught a glimpse of He Zheng sitting elegantly next to the separated space.

Qiao Weihuan is Lisi on the right, and He Zhengxiao is on the left.

Lisi didn't have time to whisper to Qiao Weihuan, so she had to stand up, raise her wine glass and say the opening remarks. She didn't take the usual path, her crisp voice was solemn, her little face relaxed when she spoke, and she told a cold joke?

The people in the hall were amused by the queen's humor, Qiao Weihuan curled the corners of her mouth, and when she lowered her eyes, she caught a glimpse of He Zhengxiao's long fingers arranging cufflinks.

In the flickering candle flame, the pure, cold color on the cufflinks flickered slightly, it was her tanzanite.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and for a moment she couldn't tell the mixed feelings in her heart, and when she came back to her senses, Lisi had finished speaking.

"Butterfly ......" Lisi couldn't wait to put down her glass and whispered to her, "My back hurts so much." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

After tossing all day, it is normal for your back to hurt. Qiao Weihuan whispered to Lisi, trying not to look at He Zhengxiao.

However, the man's dining behavior was silent, and the cultivation and demeanor revealed in his bones were amazingly heavy, and the sense of presence was so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help it, so she picked up an oyster and started eating it. As a result, before he could move his mouth, he smelled the smell of seafood in the spices on the tip of his nose, his stomach churned directly, and an indescribable sour breath rushed straight to his throat.

Qiao Weihuan put down the oysters in her hand, and said to Lisi as usual, "I'll leave first." ”

Quietly pulling out the chair and not disturbing the others, Qiao Weihuan quickly went to the bathroom. She bent down and leaned on to the sink for a moment, and the feeling of nausea gradually subsided.

Qiao Weihuan let out a long sigh of relief, lowered her head and turned on the faucet, washed her face with cold water, and suddenly stiffened while washing.

She always felt that the oysters were fishy, and she didn't like them too much, but she didn't reject them, but she didn't smell them before and wanted to vomit.

Think about the last time, I ate fritters and wanted to vomit, and then I found out that I was pregnant......

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Uncle Zhong saw that his young master drank all the wine in the cup, but he couldn't hold back, "Young master, your body hasn't healed yet, it's best to ......"

"Uncle Zhong."

He Zhengxiao's long upper body leaned on the back of the chair, bent his long fingers and flicked them on the wall of the cup, and spoke slowly in the dull "bang" sound.

"I've done something wrong again."

The voice was unmoved, but hoarse and long, low and infinite.

So Uncle Zhong can only sigh except sigh.

The dark night has not yet passed, and the dawn seems far away.

Qiao Weihuan kept her eyes open until dawn, until the heavy curtains could not block the dazzling sunlight, and she fell asleep groggily.

When I woke up again, it was already dark. Qiao Weihuan dragged her stiff and tired body, barely ate something, and felt that she hadn't been awake for long, and it was getting dark again.

He Zhengxiao didn't seem to have come back, and Qiao Weihuan didn't ask him where he went.

The next morning, the servant knocked softly on the door, "Madame, are you up?" ”

Qiao Weihuan wiped the drops of water from the tips of her hair, "Come in." ”

The servant opened the door halfway, bent down and said, "Madam, today is the Queen's enthronement ceremony. ”

The coronation of the British royal family has always been held in Westminster Abbey.

This ancient church has experienced more than 1,000 years of wind and rain, and has been washed into more and more grandeur in the long river of history. No matter how many kings modified the design, it can still stand majestically in West London.

Qiao Weihuan went from the manor to the church, about twenty minutes. She planned to go out an hour early, ate something briefly, changed into a long skirt that was not ostentatious, and went downstairs very plainly.

Uncle Zhong was waiting next to the car, and when he saw Qiao Weihuan, he opened the car door.

Qiao Weihuan lowered her head and patted her coat, and when she raised her eyes, her gesture paused.

He Zhengxiao in the rear compartment has overlapping long legs, and his cold dark gray coat sets off the lines of his side face elegantly and deeply.

He glanced at her slightly, some distance, and the light in the carriage was not clear enough, Qiao Weihuan didn't know what kind of expression he was and what he was thinking in his heart.

Probably didn't think anything of it, because she had no reason to refuse.

Qiao Weihuan put down his hand and sat in the car, he keenly smelled a very shallow smell of wine, not unpleasant, but a little intoxicating. She frowned, subconsciously turned her head to look at He Zhengxiao, froze halfway, and turned her eyes to look out of the car window.

Before going to Westminster Abbey for her coronation, the Queen travels around the city in a golden carriage. Knowing that today is the enthronement ceremony of the new Queen, the whole of London is boiling, and countless people are coming from all over the country. It's almost time for the ceremony, and the roads within the Queen's Ring Road are already crowded with people, all ready to see the Queen in action at this exciting time.

On the contrary, the roads that are not in the ring route are less than half of the people and cars, and they are becoming more and more empty.

The boisterous voices from other directions burrowed into the carriage, sounding distant and unreal.

He Zhengxiao sank into the soft chair with half of his body, his dark eyes fixed on the reflection reflected in the car window.

As if sensing his gaze, Qiao Weihuan also glanced at the shadow and met his gaze.

There was no sound in the carriage, but there was a lingering cold smell on his body, and there was a faint smell of wine.

I have the impression that He Zhengxiao rarely drinks, and with his identity, there is no occasion when he has to drink to meet the occasion. Except for the last time, this is the second time she knows that He Zhengxiao touched wine.

Qiao Weihuan wanted to ask if the wound was completely healed, but in the end he still closed his eyes.

When Uncle Zhong stopped the car, He Zhengxiao got out of the car slowly, put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and stood beside the car majestically.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyes and slowly reached out to hold his arm.

Today's occasion is extraordinary, and thousands of pairs of eyes will witness the moment of the Queen's coronation, including the two of them. With so many people in the city, she has to make an appearance and can't have any negative emotions.

The fingers were gripped, and He Zhengxiao's long fingers rubbed against her rounded fingertips, "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes trembled and she withdrew her hand, "What's wrong?" ”

She could feel the heavy gaze falling from her head, holding down her breath heavily, making her tense a little.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and it sounded like more than one, Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and recognized that the person who was walking in the first place was the bishop.

Listening to the bishop and He Zhengxiao's voice not high or low, she followed He Zhengxiao into the church. It's just that it didn't take long for He Zhengxiao to suddenly lower his head, his straight nose could wipe her sideburns, and asked in a low voice: "Can you yourself?" ”

Qiao Weihuan withdrew his hand from the crook of his arm, "Yes." ”

The position at the coronation ceremony is very reasonable, she and He Zhengxiao can't stand together, she didn't ask much at the moment, turned around and followed the leader.

It's just that she didn't expect to go to the west side of the hall, where there were already people, all of them were dukes and ladies.

When the ladies saw her coming, they stopped talking in whispers for a moment, smiled at her in a friendly manner, and made a simple curtsy.

Qiao Weihuan's heart skipped an inexplicable beat.

Looking at the aristocratic class, the Duke of Demville is at the forefront of the aristocracy, but He Zhengxiao has already given up the title. However, Demville's background is still there, and it is natural for the ladies to be polite to her, but there is no need to curtsy.

The bell of the hour rang in the corner of the church, and the golden carriage stopped outside the church.

Lisi's pretty blonde hair was coiled up, and her delicate little face was childish, and she got out of the carriage with a generous smile. The intricate long skirt on her body is a holy and elegant white, and the cascading patterns are implicitly embellished on it, revealing an unassuming gorgeousness.

The luxurious velvet cloak on his shoulders stretched all the way, and the ten women behind him, wearing the same pure white dress, smiled and dragged Lisi's cape and followed Lisi onto the heavy carpet.

At the same time, the choir offered its most sincere blessings to the new Queen, and the gentle and sacred chanting echoed in the church.

Qiao Weihuan, like everyone else, looked at the queen solemnly and respectfully.

I hadn't seen Lisi for a while, and I didn't expect to meet again at her coronation.

Who knew that Lisi, who was looking ahead, suddenly tilted her head, accurately found Qiao Weihuan's location, and winked at her brightly. It took a lot of effort for Qiao Weihuan to hold back her smile and hold her expression.

Lisi probably had to grow up, but Lisi didn't have to worry or panic because she knew she would end up in that position.

In fact, from a very early age, Lisi knew her path and knew exactly how to go about it.

Qiao Weihuan unconsciously looked at the back at the front of the stairs, and the heavy figures could not cover his tall shoulders, but instead made the back more open.

How should she go?

There's no way not to blame He Zhengxiao, but I don't know what I want him to do, and what the two of them should do next.

After the coronation, Qiao Weihuan and her wife left the church together to attend the next dinner.

said it was a dinner party, but it was actually a family banquet after the ceremony, there was not so much communication, it was really a meal.

The people present were all royal families and nobles, but Qiao Weihuan swept it slightly, and after seeing the Chancellor of the Exchequer across the long table, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer's decisions can affect the economy of the entire country, and he is one of the most important ministers, and it is understandable that he is here. But this is the Queen's Buckingham Palace, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer is from the House of Commons, and he is here today, and the news will reach the Prime Minister next.

The disagreement between the Prime Minister and the Queen has been brought to the table in the political circle, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer is expressing his position, I wonder if the Prime Minister will be angry to death after hearing about it?

Qiao Weihuan thought of something, and then looked at the long table with no end in sight, and there were really other people in the House of Commons at the table. She was a little frightened, she had previously guessed that the queen was going to end the secret fight with the prime minister, and chose to abdicate in disguise, but this "family banquet" was too unusual and directly overturned her conclusion.

The ladies stopped one after another and sat down next to their duke, leaving Qiao Weihuan alone, still following the waiter to the middle of the long table. Seeing Lisi sitting in the big chair, Qiao Weihuan smiled a little, and caught a glimpse of He Zheng sitting elegantly next to the separated space.

Qiao Weihuan is Lisi on the right, and He Zhengxiao is on the left.

Lisi didn't have time to whisper to Qiao Weihuan, so she had to stand up, raise her wine glass and say the opening remarks. She didn't take the usual path, her crisp voice was solemn, her little face relaxed when she spoke, and she told a cold joke?

The people in the hall were amused by the queen's humor, Qiao Weihuan curled the corners of her mouth, and when she lowered her eyes, she caught a glimpse of He Zhengxiao's long fingers arranging cufflinks.

In the flickering candle flame, the pure, cold color on the cufflinks flickered slightly, it was her tanzanite.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and for a moment she couldn't tell the mixed feelings in her heart, and when she came back to her senses, Lisi had finished speaking.

"Butterfly ......" Lisi couldn't wait to put down her glass and whispered to her, "My back hurts so much." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

After tossing all day, it is normal for your back to hurt. Qiao Weihuan whispered to Lisi, trying not to look at He Zhengxiao.

However, the man's dining behavior was silent, and the cultivation and demeanor revealed in his bones were amazingly heavy, and the sense of presence was so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help it, so she picked up an oyster and started eating it. As a result, before he could move his mouth, he smelled the smell of seafood in the spices on the tip of his nose, his stomach churned directly, and an indescribable sour breath rushed straight to his throat.

Qiao Weihuan put down the oysters in her hand, and said to Lisi as usual, "I'll leave first." ”

Quietly pulling out the chair and not disturbing the others, Qiao Weihuan quickly went to the bathroom. She bent down and leaned on to the sink for a moment, and the feeling of nausea gradually subsided.

Qiao Weihuan let out a long sigh of relief, lowered her head and turned on the faucet, washed her face with cold water, and suddenly stiffened while washing.

She always felt that the oysters were fishy, and she didn't like them too much, but she didn't reject them, but she didn't smell them before and wanted to vomit.

Think about the last time, I ate fritters and wanted to vomit, and then I found out that I was pregnant......

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