Leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Pingyou got into the carriage, sitting there quietly alone, quiet as a virgin, his eyes were slightly red, in fact, he really didn't want much, he just wanted to accompany Yajun to old age, he really didn't have any special thoughts about the position of Zhengjun, Yajun was able to personally ask His Majesty for the position of the king this time, he was really moved, but his mother's reminder made him vigilant, he didn't want to fight, it didn't mean that others could tolerate him, the little prince of the underworld he didn't know much, and the most he heard was arrogant and arrogant, But with the world's face, he will marry into the palace tomorrow, and he is a little nervous.

"Side Wangjun, it's time to the palace." There was a shallow sound of singing outside the car.

Ping You hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes with Xiupa, bent over and walked out, outside the car, Ge'er saw Ping You's reddish eyes frowning slightly, and stepped forward without saying anything more and smiled: "Side Wangjun, let's go in quickly, today the prince will let everyone have dinner together, the prince is afraid that he is already waiting." ”

Tomorrow's wedding, it's not strange to have dinner together tonight, Ping You didn't ask much and nodded and walked into the palace.

The goose-yellow clothes set off his skin more white as snow, Shi Shiran walked through the corridor, his clothes fluttered, and the people on the road saw him hurriedly put down the things in his hands and saluted respectfully, such a formal and respectful attitude made Ping You a little surprised, when the prince was lukewarm to him before, these subordinates could never ignore him, when did he bow so respectfully to himself? Thinking that he had just been promoted to the side king, he also figured out the reason.

"Childe, the prince will let everyone have dinner together tonight, let's go over quickly, don't be late." There were three people standing in the corridor of the courtyard steps, and they were talking about paintings.

Qian Yilan, who was wearing a sky blue shirt, didn't know what she was thinking, and stood hesitantly in the corridor without entering the house, and said in a low voice: "I, I don't want to go." Although he wanted to see her, he was also afraid to see her, and her cold expression and cold eyes pierced his heart that night.

Ge'er comforted bitterly: "Childe, you should also know the prince's temperament, eat soft and not hard, when you see the prince, don't always be prickly like before, speak softly, otherwise it will be really over if you annoy the prince again, does the prince still want to go back to the Huanyi Bureau." ”

When it comes to the Huanyi Bureau, Qian Yilan thinks of Lu'er's slut, holds his breath in his chest, gritted his teeth, after these days of the Huanyi Bureau, he finally understands a little, and he also understands a little, he can't go on like this, otherwise he doesn't know how he will die in the future.

Ping You walked to the door and saw this scene, and felt a little funny, he was not very familiar with this Qianbian Jun, but he still knew the prickly temperament, and I heard that he had never given the prince a good face before, no wonder he was thrown to the Huanyi Bureau after suffering hardship, and the dignified son was bullied and beaten like that by a subordinate, it was really pitiful, and he walked over.

Qian Yilan glanced at the screen and gradually walked slightly stunned, the goose-yellow clothes did not have a trace of wrinkles, smooth as flowing water, the sleeves were embroidered with white peony flowers with silver threads, the flowers were in full bloom, and she was wearing a simple gold bracelet on her wrist, which looked a little noble, her posture was dignified, and she stood in front of her with a smile. Qian Yilan's eyes drooped slightly, some time ago she rewarded Zhuju with a lot of things, and she didn't have anything, let alone before, so now he is wearing the clothes he brought when he got married, and he didn't pay attention to these before, or he didn't care at all, but now he has a feeling that he can't raise his head, compared to Pingyou, he is dressed coldly, and suddenly has an embarrassing feeling of wanting to cry.

"The slave has seen the side king." Qin'er painted a kneeling salute, pulling back Qian Yilan's thoughts, and her face instantly became even more embarrassed, he didn't have to salute to the screen in the past because everyone was the same side king! But now Pingyou's status is obviously higher than himself, and he must salute when he meets, clenching his fists, he doesn't want to salute Pingyou! He thinks he's no worse than Pingyou, so he really doesn't want to salute him.

Seeing her son-in-law standing still, Qin'er was slightly anxious, and whispered, "Son, hurry up and salute the side king." ”

Ping You took all of Qian Yilan's expressions in his eyes, slightly hooked his lips and slightly mocked, it seems that the Huanyi Bureau is in vain, if it is not him who is standing here but someone else, I am afraid that he will be wanton and difficult, although he has a good temperament, it does not mean that others can despise him, just about to say that there is no need to salute, who knew that Qian Yilan suddenly bent down and made a very standard salute, probably not long after the cold, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The courtiers have seen the side king." ”

Ping Youyou pulled him up with a smile and said gently: "Qianfangjun is not more polite, let's go, the prince is still waiting for us." ”

Qian Yilan pulled the corners of her mouth far-fetched, and withdrew her hand quietly, although there is only one king, there are two side kings, and the other title is still empty, sooner or later it will be his, hum!

In the hall, Lou Yajun sat at the dining table and waited boredly, and saw the two people who walked in outside the door sitting upright: "This king just asked someone to warm up the meal, you are here, come quickly." ”

The two sat down on the left and right sides of Lou Yajun, and looked at Lou Yajun with a smile: "The prince has waited too long?" The servants punished themselves with a cup. He picked up the glass on the table and drank it.

Lou Yajun raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and took the initiative to drink, which is a rare situation! Subconsciously looked at Qian Yilan, who had recently lost weight on the left, and Qian Yilan was silent for a while, before picking up the wine glass and saying, "The courtiers are also willing to punish themselves." ”

As he spoke, he was about to drink, but the painting behind him hurriedly stopped him and shouted: "Childe, your throat is not good yet, don't drink, otherwise it will be swollen and painful tomorrow." ”

"I'm fine." Qian Yilan pushed away the painting's hand, and was about to drink a bony hand in front of him and quickly grabbed his wrist, Lou Yajun drank slightly angrily: "Since you are not well, you are reckless, you don't drink tonight." He snatched his quilt and set it aside.

Qian Yilan snorted: "I didn't do it." He didn't know what was going on with Lou Yajun, he couldn't help but lose his temper every time he saw her, and his usual docile nature was gone.

Lou Yajun glanced at him: "Let's eat, don't eat spicy and eat something light." ”

After speaking, everyone picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, Lou Yajun ate a few mouthfuls and then sent the chopsticks and drank wine: "Tomorrow is the day when the little prince of the underworld enters the door, you can't act as idle and casual as before in the mansion in the future, you must go to the Zhengjun in the morning, meet and salute, etiquette and dress cannot be surpassed Zhengjun, this king knows that you two are baby bumps that have grown up in the family, but since you are already married, you must have the appearance of a husband, especially Qianbianjun, you must not make trouble in the future, Otherwise, if something happens to the king's absence, don't blame the king for ignoring you. "Tell her like an old mother, it's not that she is verbose, but that she is the one who will really suffer when the time comes.

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