And voila! This affectionate style, infatuated and unchanging, Su Yuetong almost wanted to believe in his evil again!

It's just that Uncle Huang has an idea about this, and as soon as he moved his fingers, Chu Chengye, who was hit by an internal force, spat blood, took back Su Yuetong's hand that was almost grabbed by Chu Chengye, and rested it on his knees.

"Uncle Huang! You ......" Chu Chengye clutched his chest, his face turned pale, and his expression was extremely painful.

Rao is he knew that Chu Yihan's martial arts cultivation had entered the realm of transformation, and Tanglin was invincible, but he was so affected that he still felt a heart-lung concussion, and a tearing pain spread in his chest.

Chu Yihan didn't have to explain this, just a pair of obsidian-like eyes stared at him coldly, and spit out four words domineeringly, "The marriage has been withdrawn!" ”

If there was one more word he had to say to make him less reticent, it would be one: "Get out!" ”

It's still going to be the kind right away!

"Uncle Huang! You acted too decisively, even in front of your father, he would probably not agree! I got married to Yuetong, but you forcibly interrupted and took Yuetong away, what is the reason? Chu Chengye didn't have the strength to talk about demeanor anymore, and shouted directly in dissatisfaction.

Chu Yihan hadn't turned his wheelchair yet, and his whole body exuded a violent killing intent, "You are also worthy of reasoning with this king?" ”

It was as if the person in front of him was not his nephew, Chu Chengye, the favored eighth prince of the dynasty, but a ragged little minion on the street.

This look made Chu Chengye feel a pain in his chest even more than the one just now.

"Eh, Uncle Huang, it doesn't seem good that we're going like this! I quit my marriage with the Eighth Prince, and I can't let him go back for nothing, right? Su Yuetong winked at Chu Yihan.

Chu Yihan's eyes narrowed slightly, "What do you want?" ”

Uncle Huang, don't think crooked! She really just wanted to 'compensate' Chu Chengye.

Su Yuetong said in a crisp voice, "The eighth prince and the matchmaker in the sedan chair have a deep affection, and they are both round houses on the street, how can the imperial uncle not fulfill them?" It's better to let this matchmaker marry the Eighth Prince in the church, and it can be regarded as making their round house on the street a good story! ”

The people on the street almost burst out laughing, one by two.

Story???

There is probably only Miss Su in the whole Jiang, who can reverse black and white with such righteous words.

Chu Yihan looked at Su Yuetong's sly side face and nodded, "That's it, it's very good." ”

"You don't want to talk nonsense! How can the imperial concubine of this palace let a matchmaker be a matchmaker! Chu Chengye's demeanor was lost, and his handsome face was blue and white, and he had to vomit some blood from time to time to add color.

Chu Yihan exuded a powerful aura around him, staring at Chu Chengye, "This king said, yes." ”

"Uncle Huang, don't go too far!" As soon as Chu Chengye finished shouting a sentence, he was pierced by Su Yuetong and knelt in front of Chu Yihan.

Su Yuetong looked at him condescendingly, "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, who gave you the courage to say that the imperial uncle is too much?" ”

"You! Slut! Chu Chengye scolded.

"Say this to you, Uncle Huang, let's just let the Eighth Prince and the matchmaker worship here, there is heaven and earth and a high hall, and so many people witness together, the Eighth Prince will feel very honored when he thinks about it." Su Yuetong smiled faintly, and her crystal clear eyes exuded peerless glory.

Chu Yihan nodded, "Better." ”

He raised his hand, and Mu Xiu went to the sedan chair with Xiao Yuwei beside him to grab the matchmaker out, and then pressed Chu Chengye's shoulders to put the two people in a row, Mu Xiu temporarily acted as the master of ceremonies, ready to start singing and letting them worship heaven and earth.