Chapter 439 The Matchmaker Pulled the Wrong Red Thread

Duanmu Wuyou didn't mean that.

She said indifferently: "I'm just telling you how stupid you are."

He doesn't know how to use the situation to gain his own interests. He only knows how to talk and talk. He is indeed a delicate little white flower who only looks good but doesn't use it.

That head is also completely a decoration.

Three black lines appeared on Hong Yu's forehead: "I have lived this long, and you are the first person who always emphasizes my stupidity. Girls should learn to be gentler, more virtuous, and more cute. You don't have any powerful martial arts yet. If you are pregnant and your mouth is so venomous, you will be beaten."

Duanmu Wuyou looked at him expressionlessly.

"If you coax me well, maybe I'll be willing to protect you." Hong Yu's tone was sincere, just because of her face, "Don't think I'm weak, but I'm actually very powerful in martial arts -"

Duanmu Wuyou said calmly: "So the frail body you mentioned just now doesn't exist at all? I don't have to show mercy to you?"

Hong Yu was choked to the point of speechlessness. After hesitating for a long time, he hesitated and said, "That's not true. What I said just now is that I am weak. It's a condition I put forward that you are not allowed to bully me. If you don’t want to agree, I’ll stay away from you. Marriage can’t be forced anyway.”

"Marriage?" Duanmu Wuyou's voice was still as cold as frost, and he asked expressionlessly, "Are you planning to marry a bright matchmaker?"

Hong Yu shook his head subconsciously: "No."

His current thoughts are still at the stage where Yue Lao is randomly pulling red strings, and he doesn't think that far ahead.

Ten miles of red makeup, the matchmaker is marrying?

Hong Yu felt cold for a moment, feeling that the woman in front of her was really not suitable to be a shy bride, but she was an upright man, and of course she couldn't be the one being married.

So he felt that he and Duanmu Wuyou were not a suitable couple.

Hongyu decided not to tell Duanmu Wuyou for the time being that they were the fate of Yue Lao, otherwise she would become more and more unscrupulous and think that he and she must be a couple. Let's take a look at everything first. It's really not suitable. There is no loss if he withdraws in time. .

Hong Yu thought this in her heart, and then looked at Duanmu Wuyou's exquisite and refined face. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this face was really beautiful, looking impeccably from the front and side.

But why is she...why is her temper so bad?

Hong Yu secretly cursed herself for being superficial, for being fascinated by her face.

Tsk.

"Let's have dinner together tonight." Hong Yu suggested, "Do you want to eat in the palace or out of the palace?"

Duanmu Wuyou frowned slightly: "I don't want to go."

"Then we'll eat it in the palace." Hong Yu decided.

After saying this, he was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Then he couldn't help but think of Her Majesty the Queen.

The Queen and Fucang both have indifferent and cold moods, but the way they get along with each other is very natural and warm, especially the cheeky Fucang, who is afraid that others will not know that he is jealous.

Every time I show that possessiveness, I don't feel disgusted.

Hong Yu cursed, and then came to the conclusion that this should not be a personality problem, but that he and Duanmu Wuyou were not compatible.

Hong Yu's eyebrows were tangled, what kind of red line did Yue Lao sign? Bringing two people with different horoscopes together is simply a mess.

"Your expression is very expressive, as if you are very dissatisfied with me." Duanmu Wuyou looked at him coldly, with a chill in his eyes, "You are scolding me in your heart?"

Hongyu came back to his senses and met her cold eyes: "Swearing is something only a shrew can do, and I am not a shrew."

"It's best if you don't scold me." Duanmu Wuyou's tone was as cold as frost, "If I find you scolding me, I won't be able to spare you."

"You don't have to worry about flashing your tongue when you talk big." Hong Yu stretched out his hand towards her, making a show of martial arts, "Let's spar?"

Duanmu Wuyou frowned and looked at him expressionlessly.

Kureha felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her.

Well, the original Duanmu Wuyou seemed to be in poor health. To say she was delicate was a polite and euphemistic way of saying it. To be precise, she was simply a sick child.

The reason why His Highness was able to be reborn in her body was probably because the original body died of illness. No matter how much she nursed back to health during these days, it seemed impossible to have the same strong body and powerful skills as Chu Qinghuang before.

Now sparring with her is obviously a bit of a bullying move.

Hong Yu coughed and calmed down: "Um...if nothing happens, I'll go back first. There are still things waiting for me to do in Qintian Prison-"

"How many years can Xiqi survive?" Duanmu Wuyou suddenly asked.

Hong Yu was stunned, thinking that she cared about her country, and replied: "At least when Her Majesty the Queen is on the throne, Xiqi will not perish."

"Is Northern Territory exhausted?"

"Soon."

"What's the connection between you and me?"

"Yue Lao led the wrong Hong -" Hong Yu blurted out, then realized something, frowned and looked at Duanmu Wuyou, "Are you trying to trick me on purpose?"