The visitors of the Xitang walked and scattered, and they all waited for tonight's wedding banquet to eat before leaving the Yiwang Mansion.

Zhai Xiying has always done his own thing, the master of ceremonies or something, he doesn't care about it at all. The play he wanted was finished, and Zhai Xiyou's wedding had nothing to do with him.

"Let's go, go home." Zhai Xiying wrapped her arms around Youruo's waist and pulled her out of the joy hall.

"Wait a minute, do you want to talk to the concubine?" Leave? It's exactly what you want. It's been four or five hours since she got up, and she's almost unsteady on her feet.

Zhai Xiying shook her head, "No need. ”

The two left the palace of the righteous king, and the people on the street had not dispersed. The servants of the Yiwang Mansion were distributing wedding gifts, and everyone present had them.

Zhai Xiying glanced at the lively street out of the corner of his eyes, and flew sideways on the eaves with his waist around him.

On the way, Zhai Xiying asked flatly, "What kind of wedding do you want?" ”

Youruo raised his eyebrows, expressing doubt.

"You women, don't you fantasize about it often?" Because Zhai Xiying was holding Youruo, Youruo was level with him at this time, and his head turned sideways to meet her eyes.

"You can't give it to my wedding, and you can't afford it!" Youruo turned her head, not wanting to look at Zhai Xiying's deep eyes.

Those eyes, which have always been full of magic, seem to be about to suck Youruo into the bottomless pit in his eyes, if it weren't for Youruo's mental resistance, he would have been fascinated by Zhai Xiying's confusion.

"If you didn't say it, how do you know that this king can't afford it!" The arrogant and rampant aura on Zhai Xiying's body, and the people passing by instantly felt that there was a strong aura that flashed over them.

The two flew in the air, and Zhai Xiying seemed to treat the people on the ground as ants, like a big demon king who could crush them at will.

Back in the 21st century, she imagined herself stepping into church in a wedding dress. Unfortunately, there is no church, let alone a wedding dress. I couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you helpless?"

"A lot, I can't tell, you don't understand!" The answer given by Youruo is simple and straightforward.

Zhai Xiying's eyebrows twisted, he knew what he wanted. But now that he treats it sincerely, can't he keep her who wants to leave?

"Is there a chance, you still have to leave this king?"

Youruo frowned at Liu Ye, stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but stroke her hand to her lower abdomen.

Zhai Xiying noticed Youruo's movements, and roared dissatisfiedly, "If you stay, it's because of the child, this king is not rare!" ”

Youruo's eyes glared to the left, "You're so narcissistic! ”

"You're not one to compromise on everything." Zhai Xiying had the impression that Lu Youruo, who had not lost his memory, was a person crazier than him.

He really doesn't understand, how can a small person be so powerful? He didn't know how the young Lu Youruo was lucky enough to meet Master Wujue and worship him as a teacher. I can't even know where I learned the medical skills of that body!

Youruo then shook her head, "You're wrong, I'm trying to make compromises right now." It should be said that since I lost my memory, I have become a submissive person! ”

After Youruo said this, the body that was attached to her paused for a beat.

He said sarcastically: "Don't stop the plane suddenly, my mother and son's lives are still on you." ”

"Hmph, this king can fly with his eyes closed, and he can also send you home safely."

You Ruo sighed a few times, and the angry 'praise' Zhai Xiying, "Then you are so amazing!" ”

"......" Zhai Xiying closed her thin lips and stopped talking.

Back in the room, Zhai Xiying directly put Youruo down on the bed, took off her shoes for her personally, and ordered her to fall asleep immediately.

You Ruo was tired and was about to lie down, and without Zhai Xiying's order, she fell into a sweet sleep in an instant.

Zhai Xiying looked at Youruo's sleeping face, her thin lips fell on Youruo's ear, and she murmured: "If you recover your memory, will you become the original you..."

Lu Youruo, who caught the king and didn't let go...

(Markor Literature-)