Seeing that he was not convinced, Lin Feiwan continued: "They chose a private wedding because they were considerate of the people and did not waste extravagance and waste. Where are you going to find a good king who treats the people so kindly?! Remember to assist him well in the future.
Profiting the people is the essence.”
The whole hall was stunned, listening to the language that Lin Feiwan came from who didn't know which country it came from, and who was she?! Why did she come to teach them a lesson?!
I don’t know who took the lead in applauding. The applause came one after another, and suddenly it became a chorus.
The person who spoke seemed to realize something, and said nothing more. He picked up the wine glass and shouted: "Come, come, come, drink, drink."
Lin Feiwan sat down calmly and looked down at the red marks on her hands.
Xiao Che turned his head and happened to see Lin Feiwan looking at her hand movements. He quickly took her wrist and rubbed it gently. While rubbing it, he said softly: "Wanwan, why are you so angry?"
"Because I think Mo Xianchen's approach is right. He is the king of a country and is destined not to give Fang Lingxi a peaceful life for ordinary people, but she gave her the most simple wedding for ordinary people. In this wedding
There is no superiority or inferiority, no superiority or inferiority, everyone is equal. Isn't this kind of love worthy of blessing?"
Lin Feiwan looked at the confused Xiao Che and wondered, what was it like when they got married?
Xiao Che saw her desire for an ordinary life from her eyes. He could see through it, but when he couldn't give her such a life, he could only choose to pretend that he couldn't see what she saw in her eyes.
"Untie it, my hand hurts"
Lin Feiwan withdrew her hand and signaled Xiao Che to untie it.
The marks on her hands were very obvious. Xiao Che hesitated for a while and finally untied them for her.
"Remember, don't take a step away from me, there are many people here!"
The moment he untied the red rope, Xiao Che held her hand and warned her again and again.
"Yes, yes, I understand."
Although she was concerned, Lin Feiwan was a little bit annoyed by his verbosity. Where would she throw such an old person?
But Xiao Che didn't think so. He always felt that his right eyelid was beating constantly. In addition, Lin Feiwan had the experience of being attacked last time, so he decided to be careful.
After three drinks, Mo Xianchen appeared in the hall like a bride.