In the end, Jun Yan and Qiao Xuan withdrew at the same time, and the iron fan returned again, and was firmly held in Qiao Xuan's hand.

The two people who were still tense just now are simply not too harmonious now.

Look, they all looked at each other and smiled harmoniously.

Although this smile is more fake and how fake, compared to the alternating current in his eyes that wants to kill the other party, it is simply plastic.

But the surface is harmonious, and it is also harmonious.

Qiao Le said she was already satisfied.

Qiao Yin: "Le'er, where did you go with Jun Yan this morning?" Hurry up, tell Daddy. ”

Here, Qiao Yin, the smiling tiger who had been silent for a long time, finally made a move.

You must know that since Lord Qiao came to the Qi Palace, the dignitaries and dignitaries who wanted to come up to talk to each other rushed to be the first, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

But as expected, they were all shocked by Qiao Yin's two-meter-eight aura.

Don't ask, if you ask, you can't find your daughter's daughter, and you don't have time to deal with them.

And now that the girl is back, of course, there is no time to pay attention.

My daughters can't even see it, so how can I have time to watch you?

Do you have my daughter's cuteness, pretty, and unlucky?

If not, get up!

Qiao Le: "Let's go to the palace to welcome our relatives." ”

Since being pulled by his father, Qiao Le wanted to turn around and find Jun Yan several times, but was caught red-handed.

In desperation, she could only tell her father truthfully.

Daddy, your daughter and I'm doing business, don't pull me......

When the time comes, your son-in-law runs away.

Qiao Yin: "Kissing? What's so nice about greeting a kiss? If you like it, Daddy will invite the best troupe back for you and play for you every day. We'll play as many times as you want. ”

Holding his daughter's hand stiffly, Qiao Yin spoke earnestly.

Jun Yan, this little rabbit cub, wants to cheat my daughter away with a kiss?

Don't even think about it!

How many times, how many times?

Looking at his father, Qiao Leren was stupid.

What's the matter, are you also Junyan?

Like to get married?

One marriage, two marriages, three marriages, and marriage every day.

If you like to watch your relatives, you will beat gongs and drums and welcome your relatives every day?

This, is that the point?

Qiao Le didn't think so, the point was that she wanted to be a vicious female partner, but her father and her brother stuck her to death.

Looking at the posture of the prisoners, they are even more professional than the officials in the yamen.

What to do?

Qiao Le was still thinking, and the sedan chair parade in the distance had come to the gate in the midst of the crowd of happy women and girls, and the joy of beating gongs and drums.

The two brides got off the sedan chair together, crossed the brazier, and crossed the saddle, causing bursts of laughter.

Whether it is a blessing or a mockery, it is finally lively and decent.

Of course, this is not important to Qiao Le.

Because it was someone who got married, and it wasn't her who got married.

She just wanted to ......

Then, her lovely father and brother covered her mouth with actions and told her that she didn't want to.

At least for now, can't think about it.

Because after the sedan chair is introduced, it is the real highlight of this wedding banquet.

When the emperor arrived, hundreds of officials greeted each other, and all the people surrendered, shouting long live.

As a royal confidant and a real relative of the royal family, Qiao Le had to go with his father and brother to greet him in addition to saluting at this moment.

In the eyes of Tianzhao people, this is a great blessing.

But when it came to Qiao Le, it was a big conspiracy.

Looking around, Qiao Le looked at the virtuous and elegant ladies around him, and then looked at himself, this graceful, noble, dignified and elegant Empress Tianzhao.

and, the roster that was presented by the grandmother was like the emperor's selection of concubines.

Well, I'm running now, is it too late?