His other meaning seemed to be: This damn Wuyage is so indifferent to me, why should he be so kind to you, a slave? This is too hurtful!
Aunt Zhuang did not hear what he said and insisted: "Your Highness, even if I have the courage, I would not dare to lie to you? You have really misunderstood me!"
"Okay, okay, so what if you don't believe it or not, but you have made a lot of money?"
Xuanyuan Yongling would actually say such things to his slaves? Ya Ge felt dumbfounded.
At the age of seventeen, in my time, he was still a child who was not sensible!
Ya Ge shook her head, feeling helpless that she was actually married to a child.
Although she now has a fifteen-year-old face, she can compete with Xuanyuan Yongling.
But her heart is twenty years old, maybe far more than twenty, maybe thirty, or even forty.
So, can she still treat him as a man, or even a husband?
While thinking, Xuanyuan Yongling's footsteps had already arrived at the door of the room.
Ya Ge choked, trying his best to throw away all worries and calm himself down.
The door was pushed open, and a slight breeze brought in a touch of ambergris, which smelled very good. Ya Ge liked this smell.
Xuanyuan Yongling came in with steady and orderly steps.
He lifted up the wedding veil of Song of Songs, and saw under the candlelight, the bride's hair was covered with green buns, her eyebrows were furrowed, her red lips were protruding, and she was graceful and graceful.
But it is exactly the work of a delicate and colorful goddess. In front of the cloud brocade steps, there are red peonies with thousands of calyxes. The country is beautiful, the sky is fragrant, and the dust is so colorful. Hundreds of flowers bow their heads to the charming city of Luo. Xuanyuan Yongling can't help but be stunned by such a peony with the most noble fragrance.
He stretched out his hand and lifted her slender chin. He seemed to be a little drunk.
Faced with Xuanyuan Yongling's obsessed gaze and frivolous touch, Ya Ge frowned slightly. After struggling several times, she still tilted her head and just avoided his hand.
Her intentional avoidance seemed to Xuanyuan Yongling to be a disgrace to the scenery, and it also made him regain his consciousness.
"Don't you want some snacks?" In order to maintain his grace, he looked at the several snacks on the table and saw that she had not moved, so he asked.
After asking, he realized that he had no dignity to speak of in front of this woman, and she always put him in embarrassing situations.