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Sifeng Beiling's mind was buzzing, and he was nervous and waiting for the moment when the marriage contract was dissolved, but he didn't expect that the woman would suddenly turn around halfway, and the woman would actually ...... Asking for marriage?

After waiting for a long time, the man on the dragon chair spoke again: "Qiao Xinglian, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, do you dare to regard the imperial order as a child's play?" ”

Xinglian was neither humble nor arrogant, he reached out and lifted the corner of his dress, Shi Ran knelt down, "Your Majesty, the courtiers have never asked the emperor to dissolve this marriage. ”

This was the first time she knelt down, both in her previous life and in this life.

When she came to this world, even if the distinction between dignity and inferiority was obvious, she could withdraw from this etiquette and refuse to bow her head to anyone.

But this time, she fell to her knees.

For Jingyue, for this ...... She had to marry the marriage contract.

The monarch of Pingling was silent for a while, and the light smoke curled in the imperial study, and he could only hear the soft sound of his knuckles clasping on the table.

For a moment, Xing Lian's heart was filled with a little bit of despair, and he even felt that even if this emperor simply clicked her for a crime of contempt for the emperor's orders, he would not have to be so in a dilemma, let alone face the situation that followed.

That...... It's unbearable, and the general situation is heartbreaking.

Her voice has always been as flat as water, and the expression on her face is just right, and the monarch of Pingling has looked at her quietly for a long time, guessing in his heart what this woman is thinking.

It is true that she has never said in person that she wants to dissolve the marriage contract, but Beiling's actions and Jing Yue's nonsense are not exactly what she meant?

Now change your mind temporarily, and for what.

The staring gaze was stunned when he saw the six-pointed star array that suddenly flashed in her right eye, and even the fingers on the table paused for a moment, and he leaned forward to carefully confirm it, but the starry eyes that flashed just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only the clear pupils that did not see the waves.

Even Xinglian herself didn't notice that when there was a huge fluctuation in her emotions, the first thing that was revealed was not her own expression and voice, but her innate star eyes.

"Qiao Xinglian, what did you just say, you say it again."

The quiet and peaceful air was crushed by the invisible pressure, and an oppressive atmosphere gradually emerged.

Xinglian paused and slowly turned his head.

There was a dark shadow behind him, and when he raised his eyes, he was wearing a pair of black boots with a cloud-embroidered gilt pattern, which looked like a black brocade robe, and then ...... It's a pair of dark and deep black eyes.

Si Jingyan's expression was as usual, but he looked at the woman kneeling on the ground in front of him with his eyes as heavy as water, his thin lips opened slightly, and his tone couldn't hide the coldness in it, "Say it again." ”

I don't remember when the hand hidden in the sleeve was clenched, Xing Lian stabilized his turbulent emotions, lowered his head, and when he raised it again, he smiled at him, and his bright and dazzling eyes contained bottomless banter, "I said, I want to marry the Four Winds Beiling." ”

When she said this, Xing Lian even imagined it very mentally, if she was a four-sided beauty, she couldn't guarantee that a big-eared melon seed would come up, or she would draw a knife and split, and if she didn't split her next hand, she wouldn't be able to resist the shame of being teased.

However, nothing happened, and the man in front of him still stood quietly, looking at her quietly, and there was hardly a trace of emotion other than the storm surging in his dark eyes.