Chapter 312 (1/2)

”Xiaopeizi, do you say that Qingyu is willing to be my queen?”

”Back to the emperor, I don't know, but he once hurt the emperor, and now the emperor is willing to make him, he should be grateful to the emperor.”

”In your eyes, I am the best, but Qingyu, I I can't see through him. ”

”As long as the emperor keeps him, he will see through one day.”

Zhan TianAng sneered: ”you're right. As long as I keep him by my side, I'll see through him one day. Go and send me the leader of the demon army.”

Xiao Peizi knows that this is the emperor of his family. He is afraid that the man will run away when he gets married. He has to make arrangements.

But he didn't feel that the emperor was wrong at all. If the Emperor didn't protect him, he would have been killed many times.

On the wedding day, Yu Qingyu was pulled out of the bed early in the morning. Although he was a man, it took him several hours to send him to the sedan chair.

The sedan chair is the kind of existence carried by 16 people, which is similar to that carried by sixteen people. It is hung around with red and yellow gauze curtains. When the wind blows, the sedan chair is very beautiful and greasy, but it is a little cold.

Surrounded by several teams of escorts, these are the emperor arranged people, both escort and surveillance.

Yu Qingyu is not in the state all the way. He didn't expect that he would become the one who was married for the first time.

The emperor and others were outside the Jinluan hall. They both accepted the worship and kneeling of the officials. Then they went to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices to their ancestors. If they got on the Royal Jade Butterfly, they would be considered as a rite of honor.

Yu Qingyu sat on the big bed of the emperor's palace, shaking his legs in some boredom. After looking at the door, he still didn't see the emperor coming back. He tore off the ornaments on the corner and went to the hot spring bath in the back.

It's not a bad day. He'd better wash and sleep.

In his sleep, there seemed to be a pair of hands tearing his clothes. The strong smell of wine rushed into his nose. Yu Qingyu frowned and kicked him: ”roll on, stink. Don't disturb my sleep.”