Luo Jiaojiao was extremely unhappy without catching Zhao Qi.

"Since he is the leader of the three young men in the imperial city, he is not worthy of his reputation!"

Bo Langjun cooked the tea and handed it to Luo Jiaojiao.

"Can you choose a good day?"

Qiuzijun walked into the room with a wine pot.

"Master Qiu is here!"

Luo Jiaojiao quickly stood up and sat opposite Bo Langjun with Qiu Zijun. She diligently poured a cup of tea for her Master Qiu.

"Please choose a good day for the master!"

Bo Langjun bowed respectfully. It was related to his lifelong happiness and Luo Jiaojiao, so he did not dare to be careless.

"So! I'll let the abbot of Huangjue Temple choose an auspicious day for you!"

Qiu Zijun saw the respectful attitude that his wife rarely had, so he naturally did not dare to neglect.

"Thank you!"

Bo Langjun raised the teacup.

"There is wine here, let's drink it together!"

Qiuzijun took out Bo Langjun's favorite steamed beef and the cold okra he made from his food box.

Luo Jiaojiao poured wine for the two of them, and then went to the kitchen to learn cooking with Li Zheng.

Although the food Li Zheng cooked is not as good as Qiu Zijun, it is also very good.

Luo Jiaojiao made fried bamboo shoots and served them for Bo Langjun and Qiuzijun to taste.

"Not bad! Girl, come and have some drinks too!"

Qiuzijun just picked up the wine pot, but the wine glass was thin and the husband held it down.

"I won't drink!"

Luo Jiaojiao squeezed her eyes at Qiu Zijun, and then went to the kitchen to have lunch with Li Zheng.

Guard Zhuo was also drinking and eating with Lu Chi in the inn. He had been persuaded by Lu Chi and planned to return to the imperial city to report to the eldest princess.

Zhao Qi was eating roasted chicken in the land temple outside Pengcheng.

A spy came to report that Guard Zhuo and his friends were preparing to return to the imperial city in the afternoon.

As soon as Guard Zhuo and Lu Chi's men left, Zhao Qi could not deal with Bo Langjun. He threw half of the big chicken legs to his confidant Qu Yan, and then strode towards the Xicheng Gate of Pengcheng.

After taking a nap at noon, Guard Zhuo and Lu Chi rode their horses to the West City Gate with a drooping head.

The guards guarding the gate found that they were many people but were not the soldiers in the city, so they started to investigate.

"You dare to stop the princess, do you want to die?"

Guard Zhuo was in a bad mood, so the anger came to the soldier.

"Princess?"

The guard was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but take a step back.

Guard Zhuo and Lu Chi took their entourage out of the Xicheng Gate.

As soon as they walked to a big tree, they saw Zhao Qi standing under the tree with a gloomy face.

"Brother Zhao! Killing the uncle in Chu State is to seek death!"

Guard Zhuo brought out what Lu Chi persuaded him.

"I heard that the eldest princess is very fond of you! She sent you a mission for the first time, and you just went back in shame. Wouldn't she be disappointed?"

Zhao Qi endured the unhappiness in his heart and spoke out loud.

"Since you can't kill it, what's the use of staying?"

Although Guard Zhuo was unwilling to accept it, he was not stupid either.

"I can't kill it in the city, so wait until he leaves the city before killing it!"

Zhao Qi's eyes were full of ruthlessness.

"You mean..."

Guard Zhuo became more active after being told by Zhao Qi. He told Lu Chi that he would stay and wait for the opportunity.

Seeing that Guard Zhuo did not want to return to the imperial city, Lu Chi had no choice but to stay and act with him.

After drinking at Bo Langjun, Qiuzijun took the pleasure to Huangjue Temple in the southeast of the palace.

Huangjue Temple is a royal temple that only accepts royal nobles.

The gatekeeper saw their king coming from afar, and hurriedly sent the little novice monk who was guarding the gate to report.

When the abbot heard that the king had arrived, he quickly brought the monks from the temple to greet him.

"What are you doing in such a big scene? Didn't you see me alone?"

Qiu Zijun looked at the monks who saluted him in displeasure.

"I am the only one who passes by. I hope the king will forgive me for his crimes! Please!"

After the abbot clasped his hands together to apologize, he invited Qiuzijun to enter the temple.

After Qiu Zijun sat in the main hall, he directly explained his purpose.

The abbot asked Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao for their birth dates and horoscopes and started to read them.

"how?"

Qiu Zijun stared at his phoenix eyes and said anxiously.

"The match made by heaven! It's just this day..."

"Tell me quickly!"

Qiu Zijun was very unhappy when she saw the abbot's hesitation.

"At the next three springs!"

The abbot finally put a word on it.

"Why have to wait that long?"

How did I tell my disciple?

Qiu Zijun frowned. He knew that the abbot of Huangjue Temple would not delay the date for no reason.

Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao sat at the tea table and looked at the door of the house in a daze. They were waiting for news from Qiu Zijun.

Qiu Zijun returned to Bo Langjun's residence in a depressed mood.

When Bo Langjun looked at his expression, he knew that his marriage with Luo Jiaojiao might not be the same as recently as possible.

"Say it! I'll listen!"

"The abbot of Huangjue Temple is a great monk and will never talk nonsense! He said that March is a good day for you to tie the knot!"

Qiu Zijun lowered her head and held the tea that Luo Jiaojiao gave him and whispered.

"Oh my God! It's Gui Yue now, and I have to wait for more than half a year!"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but say in surprise.

"Marriage ceremony is just a form!"

Qiu Zijun's words made Bo Langjun choke.

"Master Qiu! Don't talk nonsense!"

Luo Jiaojiao took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Bo Langjun's mouth.

"I'll do it myself!"

Bo Langjun grabbed the handkerchief in Luo Jiaojiao's hand and stopped coughing.

"If you don't want to wait, I think it will be a good day in three days!"

Qiu Zijun didn't want his apprentice's wedding ceremony to be delayed for so long.

"It's not bad for the past six months! It's time to be in March!"

Bo Langjun's words made Qiu Zijun narrow his eyes and look at him.

Could it be that this kid is not in a hurry to marry a girl?

"Don't look at me like that! I'll go to sleep!"

Bo Langjun was uncomfortable because Qiu Zijun saw it, so he got up and went to the inner room.

"Girl! Does he regret it?"

Qiu Zijun asked Luo Jiaojiao quietly.
To be continued...