Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

The bookshelves creaked when they were hit.

A knuckle-wide book fell from the shelf and hit Luo Qiao's head.

Luo Qiao was smashed into a spirit, and he came back to his senses.

Rong Huang: "Hahahahaha..."

Rong Huang had a guilty conscience when he kicked the person away, but now that Luo Qiao was smashed, he was holding his stomach and laughing so that tears were about to come out.

Luo Qiao did not give Rong Huang a good look. He simply sat on the ground and licked his lips. It seemed that the sweetness of the little girl's lips still remained on it.

Luo Qiao put the book at his feet back on the shelf, and looked at the little girl who was laughing happily, "Princess Yile has gone back?"

Rong Huang got off the table, moved a few steps to the side of Luo Qiao, lifted the skirt and sat on the spot, with a lazy tone, "Go back."

Luo Qiao heard Rong Huang's displeasure and thought she was sad.

Luo Qiao was secretly annoyed that Princess Yile made Rong Huang sad. He reached out to hold Rong Huang's hand and nudged the inside of her wrist, "It's all over, now you have me."

Rong Huang tilted his head and leaned on Luo Qiao's shoulder, playing with the jade jue hanging around his waist, "I don't care, she is not my mother, so why would she be sad?"

Luo Qiao's eyes moved slightly, and thousands of thoughts flicked through his eyes, and finally turned into eyes full of petting, "In the future, we will live together, we don't want to be around."

Rong Huang licked his reddish lips, Bai Shengsheng's fingers circled Luo Qiao's palms, his little voice dripping, "I know."

Luo Qiao was scratched so that his palm was numb, his eyes dimmed.

With eyes falling on the little girl's rosy lips, Luo Qiao gave a light tusk, his voice hoarse.

Forget it, no kiss.

Lest the little girl blow her hair again.

Luo Qiao stretched out his long arms and took hold of Rong Huang's shoulders, babbling in his mouth.

Most of them are good ideas for the future married life.

Rong Huang shook two jiojio, and Dongzhu on the upper shook along, responding without a moment.

The two silhouettes that are cuddling each other cast a shadow on the ground, entangled tightly and intimately.

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Two days before the emperor’s wedding, the palace guarding the abandoned palace passed a message saying that the abandoned emperor had died.

Huo Xiang committed suicide. It is said that his blood drenched the old bedding under him.

Rong Huang heard the news and said several times of bad luck.

She will not die sooner or later, and she has to curl up her braids in the few days when she is about to get married.

Rong Huang suspected that Huo Xiang's **** was deliberate.

But this does not affect the wedding of the emperor and queen two days later.

Now that Rong Guo is established, who will remember Huo Xiang who relied on forced confession to become the emperor?

The weather in June is just right and there is no cloud in the sky, which is a suitable day for marriage.

Because of Rong Huang's identity, she rode a horse when she left the palace to welcome her relatives.

Luo Qiao was a man, and he was naturally riding a horse, but he was slightly behind Rong Huang by half a step.

The streets were crowded with onlookers, and the welcoming procession circled Beijing and finally entered the palace.

After worshiping heaven and earth, Rong Huang and Luo Qiao entered the wedding room together.

Having drunk Hepu wine together, all the palace servants who were waiting on the side retreated out.

Under the candlelight, the little girl in a happy dress had a beautiful face, adding a bit of beauty.

Luo Qiao's eyes were soft, he took the initiative to hold Rong Huang's hand, and raised his chin, "If you marry me back today, you will only be mine in the future."

"Didn't I promise you?" Rong Huang wrinkled his nose, "You are so annoying."

Luo Qiao's eyes darkened, and when he raised his hand, he pulled the little girl into the bright red blanket.

Jiaojiao's timid moan. The sound of sobbing and uncontrollable gasping sounded for most of the night, and she barely stopped until the third clock.

Luo Qiao carried the white-washed girl to bed, and was kicked by Rong Huang.