On the wedding night, I was read by the cold prince

Chapter 1 Get lunch at the beginning?
twelve midnight,
Keyboard tapping sounded one after another.

[Dayu's 21st year, the regent Lin Mo'an died of poisoning in the mansion, and he was more than twenty-five years old. The new emperor is in grief!Order the whole country to mourn.

The full text is over! 】

"Oh, I finally finished writing this book." Qiao Lege closed the computer happily.

He raised his hand to pick up the cola water on the side, and just opened the bottle cap, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

She picked it up and saw it turned out to be a notification that the manuscript fee had arrived.

"Strange, do these people still work in the middle of the night?"

The moment his fingertips touched the screen, Qiao Lege saw the light!
After the light dissipated, only the mobile phone that fell on the floor and the coke that was still gushing out were left in the room.

Qiao Lege was awakened by the shaking.

I feel like I'm being dragged by something, and what's worse,
A lot of memories that did not belong to her flooded in like a tide, and the severe pain made her consciousness weaker and weaker.
While losing consciousness, Qiao Lege heard an almost maniacal laughter: "Finally dead."

……

I don't know how long it took,

Qiao Lege's consciousness gradually returned.

Now she is like being struck by several thunderbolts in succession, she is thunderbolt all over her body,
She, a street writer who only wanted to eat and die, unexpectedly caught up with the last train of crossing!
Become the cannon fodder in the book with the same name and surname as herself, who died suddenly within a month of marriage, no, it should be the background board, and the cannon fodder also has a few lines.

God!After realizing her future, Qiao Lege burst into tears,

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have put my name in the book, so it's fine now.

Answered the curse and wore it!
In fact, the matter of crossing is not terrible in itself. What is terrible is that it is on the background board of the [-]th line that is about to receive a lunch.

Now she really perfectly interprets what is called, No zuo no die!

Wait, things don't seem so hopeless.

As if thinking of something suddenly.

Qiao Lege jumped up on the bed suddenly, and those dark eyes instantly became bright,
She vaguely remembered that this body was given away by Wang An with a bowl of crane crest red because he was cuckolded crazily.

If he was honest and responsible, if he coaxed him a little more, would he be able to survive.

and can,

Hehe
Is Wang An the same as Lin Mo'an, a tool man who was used to force the number of words when Kawen was back?

After losing the use value, he randomly arranged an ending of poisoning and death, and hurriedly received it and went offline.

Of course, these are not the point. The point is that he was a widow all his life, not only rich and powerful, but also died cleanly.

As long as you are honest in the early stage, remove the death buff, and then kill him, you can reach the pinnacle of life.

According to the setting of this book, when the husband dies, the wife can inherit everything from him.

At that time, don't you just do whatever you want.

The ideal of collecting thousands of beauties is about to come into reality.

The more Qiao Lege thought about it, the happier he became. In the end, he couldn't hold back and laughed wildly.

Because her movements were a little wild, the bed also made a creaking sound,

Finally, God couldn't stand it anymore, and with a bang, the curtain collapsed, and a stick hit the back of her head straight.

"Damn it, who is sneaking up on me!"
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I share-
Xiaoyu, who was waiting outside the door, heard the movement in the room, and hurriedly opened the door,

No one was seen, but only a big bulge was found, and slight undulations could be vaguely seen.

"Huh..." Xiaoyu couldn't help letting out a breath, "Fortunately, I'm not dead."

"I'm not dead now, but if you don't help me, I'm going to die soon." A female voice full of resentment came from under these curtains, and Xiaoyu immediately pulled these things away from her body.

Then he helped Qiao Lege up and leaned against the pillow.

"Does this servant think that you are using cruel tricks to coerce the master again?"

The corner of Qiao Lege's mouth twitched again and again: "Who would use such a clumsy trick."

Xiaoyu: Isn’t that person you?Or three times a day.

While talking, Xiaoyu took out a letter from her pocket: "Miss, Mr. Zhou sent a letter."

"?? Which Mr. Zhou?"

"Naturally, Zhou Wen has announced Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Wenxuan!
Qiao Lege's previous smile was gone, it could even be said that his face was ashen.

She forgot that there is still a big trouble on this body!

Zhou Wenxuan is the sweetheart of the original owner.

Excluding those weird filters in her memory, this person is a poor scholar with little ability and ambition.

Back then, by relying on a poem copied from nowhere, coupled with that three-inch tongue, he succeeded in fascinating the simple-minded original body who had lived in the mansion for a long time.
In order to persuade Qiao's father to agree to their marriage, the original owner racked his brains,

All kinds of brain-dead operations go into battle together,
It almost made Qiao Mansion the laughing stock of the whole capital.

It wasn't a big deal before, but since receiving the marriage gift from the emperor, the original owner's methods have become even worse.

Isn't this just telling An Wang clearly that my mother just doesn't like you, and my mother has already prepared a green hat for you.

Thinking of this,

A coolness rushed from the tailbone to the back of the head, and the whole person was chilly.

Qiao Lege lay back on the bed numbly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and closed his eyes peacefully.

"I'm dead, I have something to burn paper."

"..."

Xiaoyu took the letter and shook it back and forth in front of Qiao Lege: "The letter from Mr. Zhou will be burned to you."

Qiao Lege turned away, rolled his eyes and said, "...you can't let me die peacefully."

"The servant returned the letter."

"Go back, go back, I can't see these things now."

As soon as the words were blurted, Qiao Lege's expression froze: "You'd better put it down, I'll watch it later."

In fact, she didn't want to care about this thing, but suddenly thought that the first element of crossing is to keep the vest.I am similar to the original owner in character, except for the attitude towards Zhou Wenxuan,
She can't be too heartless, at least for now.

After feeling melancholy on the bed for a while, Qiao Lege reluctantly opened the letter.

Most of the above were some unnutritious and earthy love stories, which made her frown.

When I was about to lose sight of it, I realized the important point - at noon tomorrow, we will have a gathering at Weiming Teahouse.

It seems that Zhou Wenxuan also sent a similar letter before, saying that it was Zishi who met by the Weiming Lake,

As a result, the original owner waited in that place for several hours, but did not see this person appear.

In the end, I didn't know who pushed it into the icy lake, and then came by myself.

Qiao Lege still has lingering fears when he first came here, recalling that near-crazed yet relieved laughter.

But in memory, the original owner was not good at getting along with people, didn't have many friends, and didn't have any enemies with anyone,

Who on earth would hate her so much,
Since that person did it the first time, there will definitely be a second time, a third time...,
"Could it be that the original owner was not killed by King An, but by this person behind the scenes?"

Qiao Lege's thoughts gradually became chaotic, and his heart was beating wildly.

She suddenly felt that something was wrong with her.

"Xiaoyu, which kind-hearted person rescued me from the lake?"

"It's the lord."

"My lord?"

Qiao Lege suddenly turned his head: "Which prince?"

"Of course it's His Royal Highness King An. Was there a sudden knock on the door at that time, and the servant was wondering?

When I opened the door, I happened to see King An's car, and..."

Xiaoyu's voice paused, she looked up at Qiao Lege's expression before continuing,

"And... dragged by horses, wrapped in rotten bamboo mats."

hehe…

Rotten bamboo mat, isn't that something used to drag the dead?

　(The next few chapters will be better, don't give up, I still want to struggle.)
　　The new book is immature,

　　Can everyone move their little hands to vote?
　　Not five, not three, just one,
　　One can make the author happy all day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)