Ugly Peasant Wife: Money Grubber

Su Yixi chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "that's not sure. It depends on what the assassin says. He admits that he's the best man in the fourth brother, but who knows if he'll bite back? "

"How can the assassin sent out by the fourth prince --" he Ziyuan's face was stunned, and then gradually calmed down: "so it is, so it is. The fourth Prince actually made this idea. Does the fourth Prince want to fight with the snipe and the clam to make a profit?"

Su Yixi chuckled and his eyes twinkled: "I didn't say anything. The assassin's mouth is very strict. He hasn't tried for a day and a night. As for me, I just want to cooperate with my fourth brother to play this play well. "

But after extorting a confession, the assassin will surely find the master behind him. No matter who the master is, he can get rid of an eyesore for Su Yixi.

He Ziyuan thought of what happened that night and said, "the whereabouts of the eighth prince are known, but he was trapped in a cell by Qi Jingtian with a thousand year old black iron, and now he can't be rescued."

Su Yixi couldn't help joking, and the ending went up. "No wonder Mr. Su didn't come in a hurry today. He went to see someone else. It seems that you care more about Wang's eighth younger brother or Miss Yang than forced marriage?"

Not to mention Yang Xinyu, he Ziyuan was angry when he mentioned her: "what's the use of caring about her? A good heart is a donkey's liver and lung."

This little heartless woman, he saved her so many times, she broke with him in a word, it's really cruel.

Listening to his sour tone, Su Yixi laughed with a trace of schadenfreude: "listen to Mr. Su's tone, Miss Yang knows who you are?"

"The eighth prince I went to practice with her was recognized at a glance, but she But they won't recognize me. " If there is a pot of wine here, he Ziyuan will surely borrow it to relieve his worries.

Don't drink to a drunk, simply don't understand the heart of the sullen!

Su Yixi seemed to see what he was thinking and said, "come on, bring the best wine in the restaurant and two white bowls. Today I'm going to get drunk with Mr. Su."

What kind of drinking utensils are there in the restaurant? However, he said that he took the white bowl to drink, obviously taking care of he Ziyuan, a veteran soldier.

So informal, it has the style of a king.

A good game of chess was removed, and good wine and good dishes were placed on the table. If so, as Su Yixi said, it was a big white bowl filled with wine. When you drink it all in one gulp, all the viscera are burning everywhere you go.

When he got a little drunk, he Ziyuan sighed, "I'm not drunk. How can I not congratulate my wedding five days later?"

Say Mou Guang clear, unwilling but helpless.

It is said that the king of Yang is not the king, so he will sacrifice his marriage for him. He can't help but wonder if he chose the wrong way.

Su Yixi knew that he was going to talk nonsense when he was drunk. He raised his head and poured a bowl of wine. The wine went down his lips and let him raise a pretty eyebrow: "don't worry, I won't let you marry someone you don't love. You and Miss Yang are husband and wife. I didn't want to break you up."

That couple two words let he Ziyuan's heart suddenly a palpitation, brow a little bit relaxed way, "Wang Ye but have a way to repent?"

"There's no such thing as repentance, that's all." Su Yixi always likes to talk half way, pretending to be mysterious.

"Do you know why I asked you to protect me at the ceremony of sacrificing to heaven that day?"

He Ziyuan no doubt asked, "for the safety of the Lord, of course."

But Su Yixi shook his head, and his face was unpredictable: "although the princess is twenty today, she has not found her husband because of her arrogance. I think the emperor's elder sister was very fond of you that day. Mr. Su held the beauty in his arms. How do you feel? "

When it comes to the end, it's full of laughs and jokes.

"So you don't want me to marry the family, you want me to marry the eldest princess?" He Ziyuan thinks that the first two are big.

What's the difference between marrying anyone? Didn't he say that he would not marry a woman he didn't love?

Before he Ziyuan's attack, Su Yixi shook his head and said, "no, no, I didn't say that. I just want my father and emperor to let you go. I'll try to get rid of you in the future."

A wobbly, he stood up, Yang Huan hand a way, "master, careful."

"Yang Huan, let's go to the palace." He had a clear voice. He took a look at he Ziyuan behind him and said with a smile, "Mr. Su, you are waiting for the good news from the king."

He Ziyuan has goose bumps for a while. It seems that he can't make the decision in the matter of marriage. Unless he is no longer Su Xigui, it's not easy to get rid of his identity?

But it's not a bad idea.

Qi Fu.

When Yang Xinyu finished his breakfast, he saw peony push the door in and said anxiously, "xiuniang, xiuniang, you Prepare a bowl of wake-up soup

Yang Xinyu said helplessly, "good sister, what's the matter with you? Don't worry. Speak slowly

The peony puffed up his face and his eyes were burning: "what's the matter? I don't know when I'll go out and come back full of wine. Now I'm smashing things everywhere! The young lady is afraid that he will hurt herself. She is persuading me to get something to sober me upOthers don't know when he Ziyuan snuck out, but Yang Xinyu knows that she not only knows, but also runs away her popularity.

So when she heard that someone was drunk, there was a trace of guilt on her face: "uncle is drunk? What kind of wine to drink in broad daylight is really ridiculous. I'm going to prepare the wake-up soup to make my uncle's brain clear. "

Peony face a joy, but cold hum a, gas not way, "is to let uncle wake up, miss good reputation has been ruined, he pour good, also refused to see Miss.". It is said that a man is not a thing. It is true. My uncle is a heartbreaker. "

Yang Xinyu saw that she was simple, honest and lovely. She couldn't help hissing, "good sister, my uncle is a heartbreaker, but my young lady doesn't like it. Stop talking. Here you are. Sober up soup."

When they were talking, she had a bowl of soup on hand.

Peony smell for a while, said, "I smell a little light, and then add some vinegar."

Then he poured a spoonful of vinegar. Yang Xinyu couldn't stop it. The latter laughed mischievously and said, "xiuniang, don't worry. If my uncle blames me, I will add it."

"You Ah! Forget it Yang Xinyu watched the peony push the door out and could only mourn for he Ziyuan.

This bowl of sober soup must be very sour!

Thinking of he Ziyuan's bitter face, she couldn't help laughing. If it wasn't hard for her to follow him, she would like to see him suffer.

At this time, there was no sound of objects breaking, he Ziyuan finally sat down and said, "where's the hangover soup? Can it still be delivered? "

He looked panting and angry, but calm in his eyes.

If you get drunk, it's a play for the family. Anyway, it's all Qi's stuff.