"I don't know the name of this little younger martial brother. Let's come to him for soup and meat next time."
"I don't know. I only know it's from rilunge."
"RI Lun Ge, the new junior brother?" Young master Yang murmured thoughtfully, "recently, three new people have come to the rilunge. One is a maid from the palace, and the other two are exchange students, Emperor Jingdi and his..."
The sound stops here.
On the table, almost everyone was silent.
Even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly.
One second, two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds, sixty seconds.
A whole minute later, we vaguely understand what, gradually find their own voice.
"My God, younger martial brother is the king of Nanyue kingdom?"
"Damn it! I actually drank the chicken soup cooked by the little emperor Nanyue. I can blow it for a year! "
"I can't even drink the soup made by the Emperor himself."
"Man... I said, did we just pay less..."
make love
Consciously, these elder martial brothers took out more silver beads from the heaven and earth rings and put them on the dining table.
The chicken soup cooked by Emperor Jingdi Nanyue!
This NIMA is priceless!
They have taken a huge advantage of this, and this wave is not a loss!
On the other side.
Jingxuan chases qianjue and finally catches up with him.
"What are you running for?"
Jingxuan grabs Qian Jue's arm from behind and holds it tightly.
Although he is young, he is in good health and strong.
A force, pulling qianjue's arm, to his arms.
Qian Jue stumbles back and falls into Jing Xuan's arms in an instant. The position is just right. A perfect back hug makes the two people close, just like lovers in love.
"You let me go."
Although Qian Jue said so, his body didn't resist.
Voice is not big, there is no convincing, but with a bit of shy embarrassment, always bright she also rarely has some little woman's coquettish.
"No!"
Instead of releasing her hand, Jingxuan hugged her slender waist and hugged her more tightly. "You're my daughter-in-law. It's natural for me to hold you. Why do you put it
Qian Jue protested: "who is your daughter-in-law?"
"You."
Jingxuan a pair of natural appearance, lowered his head, staring at her long eyelashes, asked, "you dare say you are not? How many times have you married me, huh? How many lives have you been married to me? If I don't call you daughter-in-law, what should I call you? "
A series of rhetorical questions made Qian Jue speechless and irrefutable.
Yeah.
She married him ten times.
After chasing him for more than 30 times, less than one third of them succeeded in marrying him.
Although, after married, the result is not very good.
But they have been married for many generations.
This daughter-in-law, also called really not wronged.
But——
"I haven't married you in my whole life, so you can't call me daughter-in-law." Qian Jue is still dying to resist.
Always feel that happiness comes too fast, too fierce.
It's a little untrue.
Subconsciously, I don't dare to reach for this feeling.
Jing Xuan picks eyebrows, turns Qian Jue's body forcibly, forces her to look at herself face to face, at the same time, his hands don't leave from her slender waist.
Two people's posture, is still hugging.