The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 110 Only you in my heart without him (2)
The blush on Prince Rui's face and the embarrassment in his eyes could not be hidden, and Mo Ziyuan looked at the awkward man in front of him with some irony, "Goldfish, are you jealous?"

Hearing this, Prince Rui glared at her fiercely, put his big hand on the back of her head, pressed her hard, and pulled her into his arms, announcing viciously: "Yuan'er, you are mine!"

Prince Rui's words undoubtedly admitted his actions. Mo Ziyuan had a sweet smile on his mouth, and the little bird leaned her face on his thin chest, put her arms around his strong waist, and said with a smile : "Fool, I only have you without him in my heart!"

A group of people arrived at the destination mightily.

In Western mythology, there is Cupid, and Chinese marriage is looking for Yuelao, and there are crowds of people inside and outside Yuelao Temple, all of whom are single men and women who hope to find a good marriage.

There was a man and a woman in the crowd who were particularly conspicuous, and everyone looked sideways. The man was handsome and handsome, with a face as perfect as a knife-cut axe, while the woman was elegant and refined, with an alluring appearance that was rare in a century. Appeared, it was too seductive.

Protected in Prince Rui's arms, Mo Ziyuan ignored the gazes on them in the street, but Prince Rui's expression was condensed and his eyes were sharp, making some romantic men around them dare not peep openly.

Mo Ziyuan and Prince Rui entered the temple holding hands, looking at the sitting statue of an old man with white hair and silver beard, with a kind face and kind eyes, a pleasant smile, holding a marriage book in one hand, and a red rope in the other. There is a couplet at the temple gate: "May there be lovers in the world, all Became a family member; it is preordained, don't miss the marriage."

Mo Ziyuan knelt down devoutly, and said silently in her heart: the old man is above, and the believer Mo Ziyuan begged sincerely to bless Jingyu with health and well-being both physically and mentally.

When she slowly opened her eyes and raised her head, Prince Rui also opened her eyes, it seemed that he had also granted his wish.

"What wish did you make?" Mo Ziyuan asked him curiously.

Prince Rui smiled mysteriously, "What about you?"

"Me? I won't tell you!" She curled her lips and added, "It won't work if I say it!"

Prince Rui laughed and said, "Then you still ask me!"

Mo Ziyuan was slightly taken aback, then smiled at him, picked up the stick in her hand, and shook it carefully.

When the signature fell to the ground, Mo Ziyuan picked it up lightly, and saw the words on it: The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

With a tight heart, he handed the signed paper to the person who released the lottery in the temple.

The man was over half a hundred years old, took the signature and slicked his beard. After reading it, he shook his head and said, "Young lady is asking about marriage?"

Seeing the serious expression on the old man's face, Mo Ziyuan couldn't help tightening her heart, and blurted out, "Yes, old man, how are you doing?"

The old man sighed, and then said: "The sunset and the solitary bird are both lonely, and the few images are in the sunset. The single image and the shadow are the only birds flying. It makes people feel that autumn is coming and winter is coming. Exuberant The summer of fanyan is over. Autumn is over. At such a time, you should be kind and tireless in accumulating virtue first. Wait for the time. There will be a time for synthesis."

Mo Ziyuan chuckled, "Can the old man be more straightforward?"

The old man rolled his eyes strangely, and looked at him reproachfully, "Ask about fate, it's hard to achieve. Ask about marriage, it's hard to be harmonious!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Ziyuan's face turned pale, Prince Rui suddenly got up, pulled Mo Ziyuan up, and growled: "Yuan'er, let's go, I think he is a magic stick, talking nonsense!"

Seeing that Prince Rui was already angry, Mo Ziyuan was afraid that he would cause trouble, so she quickly blessed the person who released the lottery, and followed Prince Rui out.

But the old man's voice came from behind, "Miss, wait for the opportunity, maybe there will be a perfect reconciliation!"

Walking out of Yuelao Temple, Mo Ziyuan managed to pull out a smile, "Goldfish, actually I just think it's fresh and fun, I don't care about that signature, and I've always advocated science, I'm not superstitious!"

"Science?" Prince Rui stopped and looked back at her.

Mo Ziyuan stuck out her tongue at him, and said with a mischievous smile: "Don't talk about it, why don't we throw the red silk to make a wish, this is fun!"

(End of this chapter)