The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Rainy?

Li Qingyu looked up at the sky.

It was a bit dark now, but there was no wind around, and I didn’t feel bored all around. How could it rain in such a good weather?

And...does he want to make up some money for the master now?

"No, I think this time, everything will be auspicious." Zhao Xuanjing's eyebrows were slightly confused, and fell on Xie Qiao's body, and said with a faint smile: "Senior Sister is my good luck."

"..." Li Qingyu felt that he had heard it wrong.

Your Highness...what do you mean? Why does this sound so sour?

Zhao Xuanjing turned his head again, still relaxed and sloppy on the face, and a little lazy, and said to Li Qingyu: "You, don't you have a penny?"

"Huh?" Li Qingyu was taken aback.

"I heard that people who are close to Yangshou can not receive Guajin, right? Is this kid already so miserable?" Zhao Xuanjing looked a little careless.

Before Xie Qiao spoke, Li Qingyu understood.

Fortune telling, ask for money!

He quickly took it out of his arms. After a long time, he didn't even pay a penny.

He is a magnificent grandson of the Li family, and he is accompanied by a book boy when he goes out. Where can he pretend to be his own?

After touching for a long time, he gritted his teeth, took off the jade pendant from his body, and tremblingly handed it to Xie Qiao.

"Take the jade back and ask your grandfather for silver." Zhao Xuanjing frowned and let out a disgusting voice.

This stupid boy, can Jade give it whatever you want?

Haven't heard the words like golden jade, love, love and cherish jade, and guard the body like jade?

Li Qingyu was a little bit by the prince, stepped back quickly, and walked back in a panic.

"This kid was more refreshing and crisp when he was evil. Look at this moment, it's soft and soft like a rabbit. This man still has to learn from Xie Pinggang. He looks bloody, don't you think?" Zhao Xuanjing looked at him without eating. The appearance of the fireworks, the words that can be spoken, are quite boring.

Li Qingyu didn't hear it, but Xie Qiao quite agreed with him.

Although Li Qingyu had a mouthful of an old witch earlier, although he was very annoying, he looked quite energetic.

Now it's different, with rigid behavior and rules of doing things, and now it's out of the way, and there is no fun at all.

Xie Qiao didn't speak, but Zhao Xuanjing sent someone to come over, causing a fire nearby.

The red flames are scorching, and the light is beating.

Xie Qiao leaned against the tree, covered with a fur cloak, and shrank into a small ball.

Under the warm fire, he was confused, and soon couldn't help but yawn, and squinted to sleep.

Zhao Xuanjing sat across from him, looking at him still in good spirits. He was wearing a black riding attire with black patterns on his body and a purple gold crown on his head. His eyebrows were like ink paintings. He was charming and charming. Sitting there, he looked like a tiger and a dragon. Both soft and good, extremely beautiful.

Especially when he was not followed by a large group of ghosts, it was really hard to move his eyes.

Looking at it, Xie Qiao fell asleep.

Zhao Xuanjing then changed to a slightly more comfortable posture.

Early in the morning, the wind started.

At midnight last night, Li Qingyu wanted to pay the Guajin, but when he returned, the scene really made him afraid to step in.

His Royal Highness looked at the fire, guarding the sleeping Master Mo, very quiet, and he, still seven or eight steps away from Master Mo, was scared away by the cold knife-like look of His Highness.

It is strange that Master Mo is already 30 or 40 years old, but he actually thinks she is a perfect match for the prince!

Regardless of age, can you be a prince's mother? !

"Grandfather, do you think that His Royal Highness seems to be very different from Master Mo?" Li Qingyu was very worried, "The Crown Prince is still vacant now..."

Old Madam Li is not stupid, he has seen it a long time ago!