When it was cold outside, Fu Rong whispered to Xu Jin with a hand stove in his hand: "fortunately, you are older than Cheng Wang, or it's our turn to get married at this time." In the autumn morning, she is still reluctant to get up. In the winter, she gets up early and is busy. Her clothes and skirts are more complicated. Li Huarong, the bride, is more difficult than her.
"You mean to be glad to marry me two months in advance?" Xu Jin deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.
Fu Rong glared at him.
Fu Rong held the stove in one hand, pulled Xu Jin's Lapel in the other hand, and said in a soft voice, "if you want to get married today, you should drink less at lunch and dinner, and dare to drink as drunk as you did last time. I'll send people to lock up early in the evening, so you can't come in."
After seeing the bride, she went back to the house after lunch, and Xu Jin had to stay until night.
The little girl's brows and eyes were gentle, and her threatening words were also delicate and soft. Thinking that she was getting closer and closer to him after getting married, Xu Jin felt a warm current in his heart and held her hand and said, "I know. I'll listen to you. Remember to leave the door for me at night."
Fu Rong nodded.
The carriage stopped at the gate of King Cheng's mansion.
When Xu Jinxian got off the bus and turned to pick up Fu Rong, he caught a glimpse of a carriage on the opposite side coming to the door, which was about to stop.
Xu Jinduo looked at two eyes, the corner of his mouth cocked, and called to the curtain: "come out."
Fu Rong reluctantly put down the stove, covered the hood behind his cloak, took out a small mirror to look at it, and made sure that there was no mistake in his clothes and makeup. Then he bent down and went out. She lowered her head. Her vision was covered by snow-white fox hair on both sides of her hat. She could not see the situation on both sides. Fu Rong was not in the mood to pay attention to those things. She glanced at the front of the car and asked Xu Jin in surprise, "where are the stools?"
She has to step on the stool to get out of the car.
"Why bother, I'll hold you."
Xu Jin looked at her with a smile, and then she lifted the little girl to the ground.
Fu Rong was held by him for half a circle, and his feet were firmly stepped on, but he still felt dizzy.
Xu Jin actually carried her out of the car in front of the bodyguards in front of the gate of the palace of King Cheng?
No matter how good he was to her, he had never been so intimate outside
"Hair what Leng, seven uncle is over there, thick follow me to see the ceremony." Xu Jin tightened the Cape belt for her, and her eyes were bright.
He laughed gently, but Fu Rong suddenly lost the dream like feeling.
Xu Jin's heart is very small. If she talks to a man outside, he will become sour. Xu Yan, an Wang and Wu Baiqi are all the people he once sour. Just abnormal behavior, is he intentional to show an Wang?
This guy, just because he witnessed her meeting and talking with an Wang in Yongtai temple that day, he regarded him as a love enemy. If he knew that she had made a peach blossom alliance with him
Fu Rong smiles bitterly in his heart. After a short accident, he nods. Before turning around, he doesn't forget to complain in a low voice: "don't make such nonsense again next time."
A look of embarrassment.
Any woman who is seen as intimate with her husband by a foreign man will be as embarrassed as she is.
But the complaint fell to Xu jin'er, but there were other deep meanings.
His eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds, and Xu Jin made a vague noise and led her to the long-standing man over there.
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