I want to see whether you marry faster or I kill faster.
Beiming Changfeng listened to Ziyu's words, and a faint smile slowly bloomed on his expressionless face. He stretched out his hand to lift Ziyu's chin and looked at the angry face: "It's so sour."
So sour?
Damn, compare her to a jealous jar, sour.
Seeing the smile in Beiming Changfeng's eyes clearly, Ziyu arrogantly shook his head, stood up and pointed at Beiming Changfeng: "It's sour just because it's sour. I can tell you, your whole body is from the tip of your hair to your toes.
, they are all mine, and I am the only one allowed to touch them. Regardless of whether I can give birth or not, as long as you dare to use them privately, I will castrate you first and then kill those vixens."
If you marry her, don't think about having three wives and four concubines. Even if she really can't have children, that won't work.
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu, who had an absolutely serious look on his face, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he stood up abruptly and threw Ziyu over his shoulder as if he was hanging on him: "
trouble."
She is already married, and there is so much nonsense coming from there. Is Beiming Changfeng a person who can be attracted by a vixen?
"Hey, put me down." Ziyu struggled.
"Pah." He slapped Ziyu on the buttocks, and Beiming Changfeng stepped up and walked away: "Take a shower."
Ziyu was shocked: "What do you want to do in broad daylight?"
In the past, he would act recklessly, at least not so many people were watching, but today is their wedding, and now there must be a lot of people waiting outside, drinking wedding wine, reporting on things, etc. In this day and night, she takes a bath in the bridal chamber. This, where does she put her face?
?
When Beiming Changfeng heard this, a deep smile flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and slapped Ziyu's butt again: "Dirty."
The smell of blood is really unpleasant. How can their bridal chamber be stained by other people's blood? They need to clean it first.
When Ziyu came to his senses, Beiming Changfeng seemed to be carrying a red shrimp, and Ziyu was blushing all over.
Although I have rolled on the sheets many times, I am still shy about being accurate.
The sound of Ziyu being thrown into the bath was so clear and loud that everyone outside Ban Yue could hear it clearly.
"This?" King Zhenbei, who had just walked over, pointed at the closed bridal chambers and turned to look at the embarrassed Han Yang and others waiting outside.
"My lord, you have to get used to it." Hanyang wiped his face.
Habit? Used to this?
King Zhenbei's eyes twitched. His eldest son, who is smart, capable, cold and ruthless, started to have sex in broad daylight?
This was simply too much for him to adapt to.
"Go and call the Crown Prince out for me. There are so many guests..."
Before he finished speaking, Princess Zhenbei, who was standing next to him and had only just woken up and still wanted to be supported, slapped him: "Today is the wedding of Feng'er and Yu'er. It can't be exaggerated. It's not allowed.
You call him, and I will go out and handle the rest for them."
After that, he gave King Zhenbei a look: "I don't want to think about what you were like back then. Now you dare to accuse Feng'er and Yu'er. You know..."
When King Zhenbei saw that Princess Zhenbei actually started to expose her, he couldn't help but blush. He immediately took Princess Zhenbei's hand and said, "Okay, don't mention it again, I won't disturb them."
Really, he was protecting Qin Ziyu as soon as he entered the door. King Zhenbei glared at the closed bridal chamber door from the corner of his eye.
Seeing this, Princess Zhenbei grabbed King Zhenbei's hand, turned around and left: "Let's go, let's do the next thing and let the couple have a good time."