After I was reborn, I divorced my husband

Chapter 167 I Will Marry You

Lan Qingyue's face was also dyed with red candlelight, as if two peach blossoms had bloomed on her face, and a trace of air-conditioning came out from her seductive brows.

"The king said that as long as it is something that the king wants to know, there is nothing that the king can't know, little girl, in a few days, you will be the king's younger brother and sister, and the wedding is coming soon. Should the master, the king, reward you?" order what?"

"No need, thank you Your Highness for your kindness..."

Cannibals are soft-mouthed, but short-handed. . .

It is even more impossible to eat his food and take his food.

Lan Qingyue raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes turned, "The personal servant girl married from the palace, my master, how can I not prepare a dowry for you, if you marry like this, you will be punished by others Just kidding."

"Slaves don't care."

"But the king cares..."

Lan Qingyue sat up, and Mo Nu hurriedly took the pillow and put it behind him.

He leaned listlessly on the soft pillow, his messy silver hair continued to hang down on his chest, covering most of his exposed chest.

"Those who don't know, think that this king is so stingy that he doesn't even have any rewards... They... will laugh at me."

"You don't know..."

He smiled and snorted coldly, "The fourth younger brother of this king is the most favored by his father. He has lived for more than 1000 years and is finally willing to marry his concubine. Your marriage must be highly valued. This king... must I will marry you off in a splendid manner."

No matter what. . .There was a sour feeling in Lan Qingyue's words.

There was some doubt in Mu Lingyue's eyes, and she could feel that Lan Qingyue was in a bad mood when she saw the expression on his face.

"Your Highness...you should eat the pastry while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

She changed the subject, took a biscuit and handed it to Lan Qingyue.

Lan Qingyue took it and didn't eat it. She looked down at the biscuit that was still warm in her hand, and pursed her lips, "This king suddenly doesn't want to eat it. I will reward you with this plate of pastry."

What?He stopped eating?

She purposely went to the valley to find the flower that would make him allergic, crushed the petals and mixed them in the flour.

In order to cover up the unpleasant smell of the petals, she added a lot of honey and various spices in it.

When the pastry was brought out, she smelled it again and again, and the smell of stinky peony was gone. . .

"Your Highness... you should eat one at least, this is... but the servants put in a lot of effort to make it."

She wasn't lying. . .She really put a lot of thought into it.

Lan Qingyue smiled charmingly, "But I don't want to eat it now, and you... have to eat up this plate of pastries immediately."

"Slaves... Slaves are not hungry, why don't His Highness reward Mo Nu to eat."

Mo Nu, who didn't know it, smelled the aroma of the pastries, nodded quickly and said, "Your Highness... I want to try it."

"Mu Lingyue."

Lan Qingyue called her by her first name and last name, "What this king said is for you to eat, why, you don't want to eat it? Could it be that you mixed something inedible into this cake?"

Mu Lingyu quickly shook his head and denied it, "No, absolutely not, Your Highness, you really love to joke, how dare you slaves."

Lan Qingyue's smile froze, she didn't dare. . .

Does this damn girl dare to open her eyes and talk nonsense in front of him, thinking that Lan Qingyue is just so easy to fool?
"Since it's not, you can eat it right away. If you don't eat it, then the king will think that you have tampered with it."

(End of this chapter)