Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

King Beihu and his party had already arrived at the imperial capital.

But Bei Xiuli was still squatting in the Dongdu government office!

How can this be done...

The six old men scratched their ears and cheeks for many days, and almost cleaned out their handsome and majestic goatee, and they thought about many coping plans day and night.

It's a pity that the day has not yet dawned, and the guards at the gates of the imperial capital hurried to report.

The imperial patrol team appeared outside the city gate without warning.

Situ Ling didn't even say hello, and returned calmly!

This really gave the six regents a blow to the head.

You must know that the spies from the day before yesterday reported that the sage was still soaking in the Fengyue Field of Fengxianglou day and night, together with the girls of Fengxianglou, and a group of literati and pranksters.

Even if he has wings, it is impossible for him to return directly to the gate of the imperial capital in one day!

However, what caught the six old men by surprise was that the little emperor, who had always avoided marriage and escaped on the eve of the marriage, took the initiative to mention the wedding on March 3 and the seal during his first court visit after returning to the palace. After the ceremony!

"...Since the King of Beihu has arrived in the imperial capital with the second princess, why is there still no atmosphere for a happy event in the palace?"

In the courtroom, while Situ Ling was drinking tea leisurely, he squinted his eyes loosely, and glanced at the courtiers lightly.

During this period, he casually glanced at Ouyang Lian, whose face was like a black pot.

Immediately, he smiled lowly, his eyes turned cold, "Ouyang Consort, as the envoy of Beihu, should you explain a few words to Gu for your father-in-law?"

"this……"

The Beihu envoys behind Ouyang Lian looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Ouyang Lian had a gloomy and handsome face, and stared at Situ Ling for a long time, refusing to speak.

Seeing this scene, Situ Ling couldn't help sneering even more: "Ouyang Lian, Ouyang Lian, you are really married, and the water you poured out, you even forgot my Xuanyuan's face-to-face ritual?"

"..."

Ouyang Lian was stimulated by his words, his eyes narrowed with anger, and his fists clenched tightly.

But after a while of self-competition, he could only bow his head to Situ Ling, bowing his hands to Situ Ling, under the signal of his father Captain Ouyang's crazy eyes.

"I have no intention of doing it, please forgive me!"

Every word was almost ferociously squeezed out of the gap between his teeth.

No, this little emperor used to be just a follower behind his imperial capital, Young Master Ouyang. With his father's face, this little devil even had to give him three points!

Now I'm talking to him in this tone...

Moreover, this light and unbridled tone was probably learned from that damn Feng Lankou!

Thinking of this, Ouyang Lian suddenly paused, and suddenly felt that a particularly strange gaze was falling on him.

He glanced at it in astonishment, but was almost so angry that he spat out blood.

——Then why is Feng Lan in this court!

At this moment, I saw that the damned man was also wearing a court dress, standing beside the hussar general.

As if seeing through his thoughts just now, he smiled smugly at his lips.

"...Okay, don't forgive your sins and don't forgive your sins, just tell Gu Gu's business."

Situ Ling on the dragon chair clapped his hand and continued, "I heard that the second princess of Beihu, Bei Xiuli, has disappeared recently, so that King Beihu can only come alone. Do you know that this is true?"