Because Qi Miao and Mo Hui got married on a temporary basis, they didn't prepare anything, there were no three books or six ceremonies, and everything could only be supported by Mo Hui's prestige in the Northern Netherworld.

But now it's different, with Bei Yingqing, he can act as Qi Miao's family and tell the world that the three books and six ceremonies have passed, and now he is sending his relatives.

"Your Royal Highness the Regent, are you here?"

Bei Mingqing waited at the door early in the morning, and immediately greeted Qi Miao who was riding on a tall horse and wearing a dazzling wedding robe.

His granddaughter, one day, will come on a horse and marry the hungry wolf he guarded against, this feeling is really subtle, far more complicated than he personally handed over Qi Miao to others.

"Well, here you are, come and pick up my bride."

When Qi Miao said the word "bride", she deliberately bit a little heavier, the reason why she was so anxious to get married was not to experience the feeling of a groom?

When I thought of her riding a big horse and wearing a wedding robe to marry Mo Hui home, I felt funny, this would definitely become the black history of Mo Hui for the rest of her life.

At this time, Qi Miao would never have thought that this incident would not have become the black history of the devil, but her black history.

"If you want to pick up the bride, you naturally have to go through the level first." Bei Mingqing looked at Qi Miao with a smile, and then staggered.

"Emperor Taishang, I am your own child......" Qi Miao looked at the wine glass behind the Northern Emperor and felt dizzy, so much wine, she had to drink until the Year of the Monkey!

And after she drank it, will she still survive?

"Your Royal Highness the Regent, please." As if he hadn't heard Qi Miao's words, Bei Mingqing completely moved the position around him and made a gesture of invitation to Qi Miao.

“……”

Qi Miao grinded her teeth, but in order to "marry a daughter-in-law", she had no choice but to grit her teeth and pour a wine glass into her mouth.

"Gollum." Qi Miao drank from beginning to end, and finally saw the end when he almost vomited, and after drinking the last glass of wine, Qi Miao couldn't help but scold: "Ninety-nine cups, you are ruthless enough!" ”

"Appetizer only. If you want to marry my granddaughter, you will naturally have to pay the price. Bei Mingqing said with a smile.

"Huh!" Qi Miao rolled her eyes, she was powerless to complain about Bei Mingqing's shameless behavior, she had seen her grandson's husband, but she had never seen such a pit granddaughter.

Before Qi Miao finished complaining, nearly 100 royal children led by Bei Ming Hanshuo suddenly came, and Qi Qi stretched out his hand to Qi Miao: "Your Royal Highness the Regent, today is a festive celebration, we are here to ask His Highness for a red envelope." ”

The words in everyone's mouths were exactly the same, and their eyes were full of anticipation when they looked at Qi Miao.

"Zhuge , give a red envelope." She was also prepared for the red envelope, otherwise she would have to lose it here.

"Yes, lord." Zhuge Wumou held back a smile and ordered his subordinates to start distributing red envelopes, seeing Qi Miao's face full of grievances and slightly red cheeks forced by alcohol, Zhuge Wumou once again admired the unpredictable prophet.

It's not his father, and marrying a daughter-in-law is so different.

This is still the granddaughter of Bei Yingqing, he can pit her so far, if the master goes into battle in person, he will not have nine hundred and ninety-nine cups?

At this time, Zhuge Wumou didn't know that he actually said a prophecy, and one day what was placed in front of his grandfather was really nine hundred and ninety-nine cups of wine.

After the red envelopes were distributed, Qi Miao wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't want a few rows of tall and tough ministers wearing court clothes to suddenly come outside.