Pei Donglang's battle is too exaggerated. It's not about marrying a royal concubine. What's more, he is not the material of a royal concubine. After all, he has to be a good match, right?
Along the way, she inquired about the fact that there was once a concubine in Pei Donglang's house, but she passed away two years later. After that, Pei Donglang never married again. There was one Liangdi, three Liangyuan, and six Zhaoxun in the house. Among the many princes,
There are very few among them. Among so many people, Wang Liangdi and Wu Zhaoxun have been the most favored recently. What Su Zhiyu was most afraid of was encountering a palace fight after traveling through time, but in the end, even though he hid here and there, he ended up in trouble.
The carriage stopped and the curtain was lifted. Su Zhiyu leaned out with the help of two maids. Pei Donglang stood in front of the house in purple clothes, followed by two women, one with jewels and one with jade from a small family, none other than Wang Liangdi
and Wu Zhaoxun. As soon as Su Zhiyu appeared, Pei Donglang immediately stepped forward and walked under the carriage. He opened his arms and motioned for Su Zhiyu to jump down.
In full view of everyone, it was Pei Donglang's territory, so Su Zhiyu didn't dare to make any mistakes. He had no choice but to obey his wishes and throw himself into his arms. The two of them had their eyes intertwined. To outsiders, they seemed to be inseparable, but in fact, only the two of them knew that they were interacting with each other.
Swinging the knife in his eyes.
Pei Donglang held Su Zhiyu in his arms but refused to let go. His voice was so gentle that it was almost dripping with tears: "Yu'er, you've been working hard all the way."
Su Zhiyu also lowered his head and smiled softly: "It's not hard to meet your husband." After speaking, he gritted his molar teeth and said in a very low voice, "Hurry up and put me down."
Pei Donglang smiled and strode towards the mansion with her in his arms. To show her kindness, Wang Liangdi stepped forward quickly and said, "My sister has had a hard journey, why don't you let me take her to rest." Unexpectedly, Pei Donglang turned a deaf ear and walked through with Su Zhiyu in his arms.
He walked straight through the courtyard to his bedroom. A trace of displeasure flashed in Wang Liangdi's eyes, and behind him Wu Zhaoxun covered his lips and smiled softly.
Pei Donglang stepped into the palace gate and closed the red door behind him. All the servants retreated, leaving only the two of them looking at each other. The room was decorated in festive red, and a dragon and phoenix wedding candle was lit.
Before Su Zhiyu could recover, the support under her body suddenly disappeared. She subconsciously hugged Pei Donglang's neck tightly. After going back and forth, Su Zhiyu landed on the bed with a bang, and leaned down along with Pei Donglang.
At this moment, the distance between the two people was only a millimeter apart. Pei Donglang could just lower his head a little lower and kiss Su Zhiyu. But he didn't. His red lips opened slightly, and Su Zhiyu only heard a cold: "Let go."
A cold word aroused the anger that Su Zhiyu had accumulated all the way, and he was about to explode. Suddenly, he heard Pei Donglang say again: "Long time no see, how are you doing?"
"It's... quite good..." Su Zhiyu let go of his hand in panic, "But I... I don't understand why he suddenly issued such a decree."
Pei Donglang pinched Su Zhiyu's chin: "Since you are in such a hurry to get married, isn't this decree just what you want? Why, you don't want to?" You asked knowingly! Su Zhiyu's mind changed, and he might pinch him for the future of his life.
It's in your hands. There is absolutely no benefit in offending this guy.
"Yes, why don't you want to? I'm just so flattered that I can't get over it."
Pei Donglang straightened up and said: "Lies."
"Really, more real than real gold." Su Zhiyu jumped up quickly and moved further away from the bed.
Pei Donglang turned around, his eyes looking gentle.
Pei Donglang's battle is too exaggerated. It's not about marrying a royal concubine. What's more, he is not the material of a royal concubine. After all, he has to be a good match, right?
Along the way, she inquired about the fact that there was once a concubine in Pei Donglang's house, but she passed away two years later. After that, Pei Donglang never married again. There was one Liangdi, three Liangyuan, and six Zhaoxun in the house. Among the many princes,
There are very few among them. Among so many people, Wang Liangdi and Wu Zhaoxun have been the most favored recently. What Su Zhiyu was most afraid of was encountering a palace fight after traveling through time, but in the end, even though he hid here and there, he ended up in trouble.
The carriage stopped and the curtain was lifted. Su Zhiyu leaned out with the help of two maids. Pei Donglang stood in front of the house in purple clothes, followed by two women, one with jewels and one with jade from a small family, none other than Wang Liangdi
and Wu Zhaoxun. As soon as Su Zhiyu appeared, Pei Donglang immediately stepped forward and walked under the carriage. He opened his arms and motioned for Su Zhiyu to jump down.
In full view of everyone, it was Pei Donglang's territory, so Su Zhiyu didn't dare to make any mistakes. He had no choice but to obey his wishes and throw himself into his arms. The two of them had their eyes intertwined. To outsiders, they seemed to be inseparable, but in fact, only the two of them knew that they were interacting with each other.
Swinging the knife in his eyes.
Pei Donglang held Su Zhiyu in his arms but refused to let go. His voice was so gentle that it was almost dripping with tears: "Yu'er, you've been working hard all the way."
Su Zhiyu also lowered his head and smiled softly: "It's not hard to meet your husband." After speaking, he gritted his molar teeth and said in a very low voice, "Hurry up and put me down."
Pei Donglang smiled and strode towards the mansion with her in his arms. To show her kindness, Wang Liangdi stepped forward quickly and said, "My sister has had a hard journey, why don't you let me take her to rest." Unexpectedly, Pei Donglang turned a deaf ear and walked through with Su Zhiyu in his arms.
He walked straight through the courtyard to his bedroom. A trace of displeasure flashed in Wang Liangdi's eyes, and behind him Wu Zhaoxun covered his lips and smiled softly.
Pei Donglang stepped into the palace gate and closed the red door behind him. All the servants retreated, leaving only the two of them looking at each other. The room was decorated in festive red, and a dragon and phoenix wedding candle was lit.
Before Su Zhiyu could recover, the support under her body suddenly disappeared. She subconsciously hugged Pei Donglang's neck tightly. After going back and forth, Su Zhiyu landed on the bed with a bang, and leaned down along with Pei Donglang.
At this moment, the distance between the two people was only a millimeter apart. Pei Donglang could just lower his head a little lower and kiss Su Zhiyu. But he didn't. His red lips opened slightly, and Su Zhiyu only heard a cold: "Let go."
A cold word aroused the anger that Su Zhiyu had accumulated all the way, and he was about to explode. Suddenly, he heard Pei Donglang say again: "Long time no see, how are you doing?"
"It's... quite good..." Su Zhiyu let go of his hand in panic, "But I... I don't understand why he suddenly issued such a decree."
Pei Donglang pinched Su Zhiyu's chin: "Since you are in such a hurry to get married, isn't this decree just what you want? Why, you don't want to?" You asked knowingly! Su Zhiyu's mind changed, and he might pinch him for the future of his life.
It's in your hands. There is absolutely no benefit in offending this guy.
"Yes, why don't you want to? I'm just so flattered that I can't get over it."
Pei Donglang straightened up and said: "Lies."
"Really, more real than real gold." Su Zhiyu jumped up quickly and moved further away from the bed.
Pei Donglang turned around, his eyes looking gentle.