The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

Mo Liancheng's face darkened, and he asked sullenly, "Are you so impatient to wait for this king to die?"

"My lord, you're joking. Aren't you sitting here? Why are you dead?" Although she also wanted him to stretch his legs earlier, but...if she really hadn't found a way to escape, let her go first. After becoming a widow, she would rather that he was still alive and well.

"Is it a joke?" Mo Liancheng narrowed his eyes, and looked directly at her looking directly at her.

"My lord, didn't you say that you want Tan'er to remember some family rules?" Qu Tan'er swallowed, and suddenly realized that she had offended someone she shouldn't have.

Otherwise, where did the wind under the feet come from?

It's not that the man in front of him has no temper, nor is he as harmless as he appears on the outside, but...he hides his secrets.

"One, when you marry into the Eighth Prince's Mansion, don't be too eye-catching, talkative, meddlesome, or caring. It's best not to have too many feet when you are not allowed to go, because this king doesn't like to use violence to throw people back to her natal family." [-]. If you are the king, you should look like a married woman. You can't cheat or cheat, because the king is too lazy to write a divorce letter. [-]. When you speak, you should look good. Look into the eyes of this king, this king doesn't want to look at a person's head. Fourth, when you answer, don't just nod, answer yes, just look like you are dying, this king will be annoyed when you see it."

"Uh?"

Qu Tan'er didn't respond for a while, just stared at him blankly, and there was no movement for a long time.

One, two, three, four, she is still five, she is dizzy and vomiting blood.

The atmosphere suddenly changed, from the oppressive and dignified just now to something weird.

"Any opinion?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was calm.

"Yes." It's a big opinion, he can make up a long story, isn't it still objectionable?House rules?What a bird's rule, he came up with it on the spur of the moment.

"Oh?" Mo Liancheng glanced at her, waiting for her answer.

"One, as the prince said, you are not allowed to go where you can't go, so can I leave the mansion?" There are several courtyards or pavilions in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and she doesn't bother to go, but the question of leaving the mansion is a question. Absolutely have to ask.

"No."

The corner of Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched, thinking she was unlucky, it was really a waste of asking, but...

"Second, what the lord said, you can't find a man, so does it count if other men come to me?"

"Calculate."

"Huh, does that mean that the lord will give me a divorce letter?" Damn, it's so simple, I should have known...Suddenly, her big moving eyes looked at him with sparkle.

Mo Liancheng was startled, put down the book in his palm, and lazily said: "This king just said it, and this king is too lazy to write."

"Then what you mean is that the second rule is out of the question." Her small face froze all of a sudden, and she lowered her head feebly and returned to the previous sentence.

"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 smile that was not a smile. As for the third and fourth items: "I am looking into the eyes of the prince and talking, but I am afraid that what I say will make the prince Not too happy."

"If you think your words will make this king 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.