Mo Liancheng's face darkened and he asked sullenly: "Are you so impatient to wait for my death?"
"My lord, are you joking? Aren't you sitting here? How could you be dead?" Although she also wanted him to stretch out his legs earlier, but...if she really wanted to let her go first before she could find a way out.
After becoming a widow, she would rather he was still alive and well.
"Is this a joke?" Mo Liancheng narrowed his eyes and looked directly at her gaze inwardly.
"Your Majesty, didn't you tell Tan'er to remember some house rules?" Qu Tan'er swallowed her saliva and suddenly realized that she had offended someone she shouldn't have.
Otherwise, where does the dark wind under my feet come from?
The man in front of me is not without a temper, nor is he as harmless as he seems on the outside, but... he hides it deeply.
"First, when you marry into the Eighth Prince's Palace, you shouldn't be too eyey, talkative, meddlesome, or overly concerned. It's best not to be too careless in places where you're not allowed to go, because I don't like to throw people back to their natal family through violence.
. Second, even if I am the king's wife, she should behave like a married woman. She should not have sex with others or have sex with others, because I am too lazy to write a letter of divorce. Third, it is best to look good when speaking.
Look into my eyes, I don’t want to look at a person’s head. Fourth, when you reply, don’t just nod. When you reply, you look like you are dying, and I will be annoyed when you see it.”
"Well?"
Qu Tan'er didn't respond for a moment, looking at him blankly, and didn't move for a long time.
One, two, three, four, she was still five, she was dizzy and vomiting blood.
The atmosphere suddenly changed, from the depressing and solemn atmosphere to something strange.
"Have any opinions?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows, his handsome face looking calm.
"Yes." It's a big opinion. He can make up a long article, but it still doesn't make people object. What are the family rules? What kind of rules are he just came up with on the spur of the moment.
"Oh?" Mo Liancheng glanced at her, waiting for her answer.
"First, as the prince said, you are not allowed to go to places where you cannot go, so can I leave the mansion?" She was too lazy to go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion, which had various courtyards and pavilions, but the issue of leaving the mansion was
You absolutely must ask.
"cannot."
Qu Tan'er curled up her lips, thinking that she was unlucky. It was all in vain to ask, but...
"Second, if the prince said that you can't find a man, does that count if other men come to me?"
"Calculate."
"Hey, does that mean that the prince will give me a letter of divorce?" Damn it, it was so simple, if I had known... Suddenly, her big moving eyes looked at him sparklingly.
Mo Liancheng was startled, put down the book in his palm, and said lazily: "I just said that I am too lazy to write."
"Then what you're saying is that the second clause is out of the ordinary." Her face suddenly dropped, and she replied with her head down weakly.
"If you don't mind living in a house specially arranged for you by the king, and that house is what people call a cold room."
"I know what to do." Qu Tan'er looked at him with a half-smile. As for the third and fourth items: "I'm looking into the prince's eyes and talking, but I'm afraid that what I say will make the prince
Not very happy."
"If you think your words will make me unhappy, then you'd better shut up."
"..." Qu Tan'er was silent.
Sure enough, this man is so extraordinary that it makes people want to go crazy.