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

Suddenly, Qu Tan'er asked with a dry smile: "Hehe, why is the prince back?"

"You seem to have forgotten that this is the king's bedroom."

"God, look at Tan'er's memory, it's really bad. The prince doesn't know, Tan'er has nocturnal travel syndrome since she was a child, and she often accidentally goes to the wrong room." Could this excuse be too bad?The door is right in front of you, but Qu Tan'er is very worried that she came in vertically and will go out horizontally.

"Bad memory?" Mo Liancheng asked slowly.

"Yes, that's my memory, and it doesn't improve all the time."

"Nocturnalism?"

"Yes." Qu Tan'er replied more and more startled.

"Going to the wrong room?" Mo Liancheng nodded, seeming to understand, but repeated what she just said bit by bit.

"Yeah, yeah, I really went to the wrong room." Qu Tan'er pulled the corner of her mouth, trying her best to show a smile.She also understands that excuses are too bad to be convincing at all.

"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing. This king has long said that you should never go where you should not go."

"Yes, then the lord will divorce Tan'er." Qu Tan'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she spoke directly. "Tan'er knew from the very beginning that the prince never thought of marrying Tan'er, and he never liked Tan'er. Marrying Tan'er was only because of an imperial decree. Since the prince didn't want it, Tan'er didn't dare to have delusions. The best solution is... a letter of divorce."

Mo Liancheng was silent.

After a while, he said slowly: "This king will not divorce you."

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness." Qu Tan'er smiled hypocritically.He wants to sleep, but she doesn't want to leave now, she has found all the beds she was looking for, where else can she go?

"However, if you choose to kill yourself, this king will leave your whole body."

"Eh?" Oh oh, so...

It's just that she doesn't want to die at all.

"Hanging?" Mo Liancheng glanced over the roof beams, as if checking whether the beams of the house were strong enough.

"No, this is the prince's bedroom. If I hang here, will it dirty your place?" Qu Tan'er laughed dryly, followed his gaze and glanced at the direction on the roof, feeling a chill in her heart for no reason. Trembling slightly, in order to avoid someone's impulsiveness, he rushed over to help her quickly set foot on Huangquan Road, and retreated to the side without a trace.

You can't walk in front, and you can't retreat with a bed in the back. There is no way to retreat except to the empty space next to it.

"I don't mind." Mo Liancheng smiled calmly, as if he really didn't mind this matter.

"No, it's too tiring to hang yourself. It's troublesome to climb up and fall down again." Qu Tan'er shook her head lightly, not quite agreeing with his proposal.

"Then kill yourself." Mo Liancheng was not in a hurry, and kindly gave her a second choice.

"You need a knife to kill yourself. There is no..."

"There is no knife, but there is a sword behind you, hanging on the wall, just in your hand." Mo Liancheng smiled strangely, his eyes swept to the wall behind her, asking her to figure it out.

"..." Qu Tan'er really wanted to hit her head to death and forget about it, she had calculated thousands of times, but she missed this point. It's not easy for her to retreat, but she insisted on retreating this way.

Sure enough, God really wanted to kill her.

"Do you need my king to help you?"

"Hehe, no need, I'm afraid of seeing blood, I'll faint when I see blood, and I'm weak, I'm afraid I won't be able to lift the sword, so let's forget it."