"King Wu, the mourning family wants to marry with the state of Wu, and become the good of Chu and Wu, I don't know what King Wu wants?"

Meng Huan asked suddenly.

"Marriage?"

"Exactly. There is a daughter in the mourning family, whose name is Mi I, who is twelve years old, and can marry the king of Wu, and wait for the little daughter to marry into the country of Wu and serve the king of Wu in the future. ”

Hearing that Meng Huan intended to marry her, the object was still a little girl who was only twelve years old, and Qingji was quite surprised.

However, for this kind of good thing sent to the door, how can Qingji have a reason not to agree?

Marriage is a major link that maintains the mutual alliance between Wu and Chu.

Even if it is due to the situation, with this level of relationship, Wu and Chu can more or less restrain themselves, and no longer fight endlessly like before.

"Good."

Qingji immediately agreed.

"Guotai, I don't know how Ling Yan's appearance compares to Guotai?"

"Since they are mother and daughter, their faces are naturally similar."

Meng Huan unconsciously stroked her delicate face, and sighed: "I am still young, I think that after ten years, she will definitely be able to come out like a mourning family...... No, it's better than mourning. ”

"The mourning family is already half old, how can it be compared with a woman in her prime?"

Hearing this, Qing Ji smiled and said, "Guotai must not be self-pitying. In the eyes of the widow, the beauty of the beauty of the Guotai is still a woman in the prime of her life, a man in the world, who is not moved by the beauty of the country? ”

"King Wu is joking about mourning his family."

Being ridiculed by Qingji, Meng Huan couldn't help but hide her small mouth, watching Qingji's gaze become more and more gentle.

"If the mourning family is really so beautiful and the charm still exists, can King Wu be moved by the mourning family?"

Meng Huan's words are extremely provocative, how can Qingji not hear it?

He praised Meng Huan appropriately, but he didn't have a conscience.

Although Meng Huan had a son and a daughter for the late King Chuping, and was over thirty years old, because of her excellent maintenance and pampering, she still had white skin and beautiful appearance, and her charm still existed.

At first glance, Meng Huan is actually no different from a woman in her twenties.

Therefore, to a certain extent, Qingji can also treat Meng Huan as a peer.

"Although the widow is the king of a country, he is also an ordinary man, and he is very excited about the country."

"The concubine is like this, and King Wu can also look down on it?"

"Guotai is so stunning, if she defiles herself as a willow, I don't know how many women in the world want to die of shame?"

As soon as she heard this, Meng Huan's breathing unconsciously became short, and her face was also ruddy.

The scenery outlined by the bumpy figure is even more undulating, which is very attractive.

Qingji was unconsciously attracted by it, and the ghost sent him forward, bent down, and put his hands on Meng Huan's fragrant shoulders.

"King Wu, please respect yourself......"

Meng Huan's expression was a little flustered, and her delicate face was flushed, as if dyed with a faint glow, and as if she was drunk, which made people can't help but feel excited.

At this moment, the sun is setting, old trees, horses, wilderness, handsome men, beautiful women, all kinds of scenes, outlining a beautiful picture!

Seeing Meng Huan's appearance of wanting to refuse and welcome, Qingji smiled secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked affectionate, and said: "If Guotai is unintentional, why should the widow force it?" ”

Hearing this, Meng Huan couldn't help but hang her head, and said in a refusal to return: "Please have mercy on ......"

In a short time, on this inaccessible wilderness, a sound of infinite reverie sounded.

The extremely spiritual fire dragon horse has already run to the side, and he can't bear to look at it directly.

……

After staying in Zhaoguan for several days, Qingji finally had to set off for Wudu.

After all, he is the king of a country, and Wu is in the period of implementation of the new law.

Fortunately, this time in the Zhaoguan Alliance, Wu and Chu have reached a consensus on mutual non-aggression and set up a relationship of in-laws.

I believe that within a few years, if there is no accident, there will definitely be no more war between Wu and Chu.

Early morning.

A group of ministers and doctors of the state of Chu led by Xiong Zhen and Meng Huan, the kings of Chu, bid farewell to Qingji on the bank of a river near Zhaoguan.

"King Wu, can you take a step to speak?"

Meng Huan still has that dignified appearance, but the moving color in her eyes can't be hidden no matter what.

"Kokuta, please."

Qingji immediately walked with Meng Huan to the distant hillside one after the other.

Xiong Zhen, Zixi, Shen Zhuliang and other Chu monarchs and ministers were very unhappy in their hearts.

At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye can see what happened between Qingji and Meng Huan!

After all, since that day, the two of them had a spring breeze, and every time they got together, Meng Huan seemed to have regained her life, and the luster on her skin became more and more bright and moving.

How can people who have come here not know all this?

Even the young King of Chu, Xiong Zhen, had already heard the wind.

What can Xiong Zhen do?

One is the king of another country, the other is his mother, Xiong Zhen is still a little more important, how can he manage it?

jianfu、swing fu!

Xiong Zhen could only be depressed and secretly scolded the shameless Qingji and Meng Huan, and there was nothing he could do.

Thinking about his seemingly dignified young mother, who actually married Qingji, in a sense, Qingji can be regarded as his stepfather, Xiong Zhen couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart!

Especially after Qingji and his own sister Ji Miqi made a marriage contract, the two of them could still do such a contrary thing, Xiong Zhen was even more annoyed.

Qingji and Meng Huan walked together, strolling in the endless wilderness, followed by a group of guards, palace ladies and temple people.

"King Wu, can't you stay for two more days?"

Meng Huan had an expectant look on her face.

"As far as the widow is concerned, it is not a place to stay for a long time after all. The widow is the king of Wu and the king of a country, and he should give priority to the country's social welfare. ”

"As you wish, the mourning family is irretrievable."

Meng Huan couldn't help but sigh faintly.

In fact, she knows very well in her heart that a husband like Qingji, a generation of male masters, is impossible to be delayed by the love of children.

Shen Zhuliang's beauty plan, I don't know if it is feasible for Qingji?

Meng Huan didn't know.

However, she dares to guarantee that Qingji at this time loves Jiangshan more than beauty......

"King Wu, say goodbye today, you and I don't know when we will see each other again?"

Meng Huan couldn't help but feel sad.

"Yes. You and I will see each other again! ”

Qingji turned his head, looked at Meng Huan's weak appearance, couldn't help but hug him into his arms, and comforted: "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?" ”

"Guotai, the current identities of you and me are destined to not be able to stay together, however, one day, the widow will be able to break these shackles and let you always be by the widow's side."

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