Chapter 1192 Demon Charming Langjun, a Bit Ruthless (80)
Su Qiao patted him on the back comfortingly: "I'm sorry, it's my own decision and thoughts."
"You just need to be happy. It's good for us to be a happy prince, and we can go to the mountains and waters."
"Thank you." Qi Jinghe's eyes were a little wet.
For his perseverance, she can even refuse the throne, but not long ago, he was still doubting her sincerity.
He even got mad at her for the son of a county magistrate, Mr. Guo.
"No, why are you being polite to me?"
My own man, saying thank you is too outrageous.
The next second, Su Qiao, who was under her body, found out that she thought too much about 'seeing the outside world'.
"Then I'm welcome."
Qi Jing and Xie Mei smiled and began to enjoy the feast.
A few days after Su Qiao's family settled down, Dajin sent an envoy to discuss the matter of seeking cooperation.
Afraid of scaring Xiao Yue'er, Su Qiao only brought her family's man to the palace to attend the banquet.
Both of them were dressed in formal suits with a black background and red borders, embroidered with golden patterns.
One is tall and handsome, the other is delicate and delicate, the other is cold and indifferent, and the other has a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he entered the hall, he attracted everyone's attention.
Without looking sideways, the two stepped forward to salute the queen, and then, under the guidance of the female officer, sat on the left side of the queen.
Who said that the little prince is ugly and wretched in appearance, illiterate, and rude in manners?
What's so special, apart from being a little shorter, with a face so beautiful that even their men would feel ashamed.
Moreover, that bearing, the manner of raising one's head and throwing one's feet, gentle and unrestrained, how many women sitting here can compare?
What was born in the mountains, with vulgar appearance and demeanor.
Saying that she was born in this imperial city is almost the same.
It is said that she is also very devoted. She once rejected the son of the county magistrate in that small town, and even praised her husband so much that there is something in the sky and nothing in the ground.
For her husband, she almost got a life lawsuit.
"Come on, try it and see how the wine in this palace tastes?"
Su Qiao didn't care about anyone else. As soon as she sat down, she poured a glass of wine for her man.
It was only when she arrived in the capital that she realized that her man's only hobby was drinking.
But because he was a man, he didn't dare to drink it before, for fear that people would gossip.
After Qi Jinghe took it, he didn't forget to tell her: "You drink less, you will get a headache when you are drunk."
On top of that, there's also a drunken madness.
Two days ago, on a whim, he bought a few jugs of wine and came back to drink, but she got drunk without two drinks.
Laughing, making trouble, fighting drunken fists and dancing swords, climbing trees, and finally climbing the roof and refusing to come down.
The son of a minister was jealous of Qi Jing and a villager in the mountains, but he was only fond of the little prince, and said sourly:
"If the little prince loves him so much, Qi Wangfu must be very good at embroidery, right?"
"Embroidery?"
Su Qiao gave her man a chopstick dish and glanced at the little boy,
"Isn't the work of embroidering and making clothes all the work of servants and servants?"
"My husband's hands are so white and slender, how can he hold a needle? What if he gets hurt? Xiao Wang will feel distressed."
The little boy was choked, and smiled awkwardly: "Haha, it's so good for the little prince to align with the husband."
"Of course, he's my husband, I'm not good to him, who's good to him?" Su Qiao took it for granted.
The more Su Qiao protected Qi Jinghe, the more people looked down on him.
"I heard that Wangfu Qi used to set up a stall outside? I don't know what good things they sell?"
"Huh? When I mentioned this, I forgot a big thing."