Chapter 1139 When the Wedding Is in Progress (1)
However, he was still worried that no matter how deep a man's love was, it could not be worth the time.
A girl is old at the fingertips, and Jun's kindness is like flowing water. After ten years, when Qian Duoduo's demeanor is no longer there, maybe she will be able to appreciate her painstaking efforts.
Qian Duoduo squinted her eyes, her sharp eyes had already seen through Qian Zhengkuan's thoughts.
She stood up impatiently, as if comforting her brother, and patted Qian Zhengkuan on the shoulder.
"Old man, don't think that I don't know about those minions in your heart. You think that my fourteenth family is like you, marrying two a year, and marrying five every three years~ What about green radish, green plum and caviar? Take it to the mansion, not to mention marrying a side concubine, if he dares to have such a crooked mind, I will slap him and cut off his limbs, making him unable to lift his hands, stretch his legs, or raise the flag , Let him lay down the 'gun'~!"
Qian Duoduo slapped her own thigh with a paw, and picked up the scissors on the dressing table with one hand, and flung them randomly between Qian Zhengkuan's legs. Not to mention how tough it is.
Qian Zhengkuan's face was covered with sweat~ With a cry of fright, he jumped a long way away, lest she get agitated and hurt himself again.
This is not a delicate bride, she is even worse than a local hooligan!
Wiping the sweat off his brow, he suddenly felt very melancholy, but it was not for Qian Duoduo, but for Long Muchen, after marrying this little tiger, would he live a miserable life from now on!
"That Duo'er, since you are so confident, Dad won't say anything more, you prepare yourself, the wedding team of Prince Chen will arrive soon."
After finishing speaking, Qian Zhengkuan seemed to be being chased by a ghost, oiled the soles of his feet, turned around and ran out of the room.
Qian Duoduo made a cut and blew on the scissors in his hand.
With such a small amount of guts, how dare you compete with Fourteen?
She has no money, but she is full of self-confidence.
As long as she asks Shisi to make soft-legged shrimp, even if a knife is put on his brother, he won't be able to lift it up!
(Brain is clear: The knife is placed on the brother, but can it be lifted? That is extremely powerful! Duo'er: Damn it, who told you to tell the truth!)
——Duoer dividing line——
Outside the Palace of the Prince of Chen, the four generals had already been waiting in full battle, like four door gods, guarding the gate of the palace.
Long Muchen had already changed into the groom's dress, which was a dark red python robe made of high-quality ice silk. On the cuffs, embroidered with blooming dark purple tulips.
As soon as he went out, he took Lao Gao's hand and shook it vigorously: "Old Gao, what do you think of this king's outfit? It's handsome, isn't it like Duo Erdeng? This is the first time this king wears a wedding dress. Don't tell me, it's more exciting than going to the battlefield to kill the enemy!"
Lao Gao carefully looked at Long Muchen, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Master Fourteen, I still think your silver-white shirt on the battlefield is more handsome~ majestic and domineering, let's take it again." With a big knife, an ax on your back, some blood on your face, a gust of wind whistling over, messy black hair and stinky sweat, that's how manly it is!"
"Go away~ This king is marrying a daughter-in-law, not going to the battlefield, so you don't have any flair at all. No wonder you're not young anymore, and you're still a bachelor. Duo'er definitely represents the majority of female compatriots, and I don't want to see you!"
Lao Gao cried, and Glass' heart shattered to the ground. He turned around and grabbed a horse, and hugged the horse's buttocks and began to sob.