"O'aocha." King Qi approached his shy and silent bride. His bride's head could not be lowered any lower. The beaded and jade covered her little face.
"Zhang Aocha, I don't want to wear this thing anymore, it's made my soul exhausted."
The bride was shy and slowly raised her head. A face as white as a full moon was raised. It was huge.
Charming eyes, eyebrows longer than the temples, and a delicate and aristocratic face.
The jeweled crown in King Qi's hand fell from his hand. It rolled gracefully on the ground a few times and sadly scattered all over the ground.
"Who are you?" King Qi Wei opened his eyes in surprise. The next moment, his thick eyebrows frowned, and his face looked dark and stormy.
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Tang Jiang's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the furious king in fear. Is this the king who was talking softly just now? He asked her who she was, and he actually asked her who she was. Can she
Who is she? She is Mrs. Yuyuan whom he personally calls.
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Who are you?" King Qi Wei pinched Tang Jiang's neck and asked, "Where is Ling'er?"
Lie on me, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please spare my life." Tang Jiang breathed with difficulty. She was about to die. She felt like she couldn't breathe at all. She really didn't understand what was happening to Your Majesty.
, who is the Ling'er he is talking about? He kept saying Ling'er in her ears as soon as he arrived. How did she know? This is too... Oh my god, daddy, help me.
The king looked at the woman in his hand, this woman with red makeup, she was not his Ling'er. Where was his Ling'er? He clearly remembered that he named his Ling'er Mrs. Yuyuan, and he still remembered,
He and his Ling'er just had their wedding. Oh my God, where is his Ling'er? Why is this damn woman, what is she talking about?
Xuan let go of her, and he watched her fall on the red carpet at his feet. He watched her look at him in horror. He looked at her fiercely.
"Who are you?"
"I'm so proud of myself"
I'm very impressed. Are you the young lady from Tang Mansion?"
"I am the young lady of Tang Mansion."
How many ladies does Mother Zhazhao have?"
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Are you the one who plays the piano?"
Fence and cut!
The emperor is in a state of disgrace."
Who is Zou Aocha?"
King Qi Wei looked painfully at the frightened and trembling woman at his feet. He finally understood a ridiculous fact. Yes, this woman didn't lie, she really didn't know Ling'er. She was really Tang Jiang.
Miss Tang Mansion. Yes, he understood. His anger faded away, followed by hopeless confusion. Yes, it was his fault. It was Zi Jing who deserved it.
Damn his self-righteousness. He recognized the wrong person from the beginning, he recognized his Ling'er wrongly. This woman, she was not his Ling'er. She was the real lady from Tang Mansion. Yes, he was wrong.
Ling'er is not a young lady. Ling'er is not a young lady at all. He thought of the waistcoat again. Ling'er is really just a slave. In this way, Ling'er has always been in Duke Tang's territory. Maybe he is still in Duke Tang's mansion.
.Perhaps Linger was inside the slave he rewarded that day.
His face turned pale. What had he done? He let his Linger watch him marry another woman as his concubine, and it was ridiculous to accept any reward from him. Thinking of this
Maybe. His heart was in knots. Oh my god, what was he doing? He was going to kill her Ling'er.
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The woman lying on the ground called him cowardly, and he really wanted to kill her with a knife. However, it had nothing to do with her. She was mistakenly recognized by him from the beginning. Alas, he sighed. tone.