Wife is Outrageous: His Evil Highness Comes Knocking

The woman's pair of water eyes was stunned and sighed: "Our monks didn't care about these outside things. If you want to be magnificent here, I can just wave my hand, but, oh, see him running like that. After running forward, I couldn't bear to refuse ... "

The child chuckled and smiled, "The reason why the master can't bear to refuse is because he also fell in love with this beautiful man on the earth? Hee hee, otherwise he would not just abandon the practice for thousands of years and promise to marry him as a mortal. The master's obsession No less than Sima. "

The two talked and laughed here, and a sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers suddenly passed from the front yard.

The child had already scoured the woman and smiled, "The groom is here."

The woman's face was slightly red, and the child had covered a big red tassels on her head.

I only heard a voice from Qingyue, "Biyuan, are you ready?"

A young man in a wedding suit walked into the door. Unsurprisingly, this Sima Gongzi was the young Lan Yimei who came to seek medical treatment that day.

At this time, his face was full of spring breeze, and his face became more lustrous like pearl jade.

Looking at this woman named Bi Yuan, a pair of peach-like beautiful eyes are full of deep love.

The little boy smiled, and helped Biyuan to stand up. Outside, there was a big red flower sedan waiting ...

Yunlei and the two also came out. Just a few steps away, the vision suddenly changed, and the towering towers, rockery, xuanting, and exotic flowers turned out to be in the back garden of the big family.

At this time, the two knew that what they saw in front of them were all fantasy scenes set by the fairy, and it was not strange. I heard a whistle from the deep garden. The two split flowers and willows and looked for them.

There is a pond in front of which Cuihe is crowded next to each other, and a few pink lotus dew are open.

In the middle of the lotus pond, there is a small pavilion, which is connected by a bridge on all sides, and the Sima Duke sits on the railing of the small pavilion. Hold the flute horizontally, and the sound of Qing Yue's cheerful flute drifts with the wind.

The woman named Biyuan was already dressed up as a young woman, holding a small child in her hand.

The child was just seven or eight months old, and a small apple face was carved in pink and jade. A pair of big eyes were round and bright.

Bi Yuan listened to her husband's flute, then lowered her head to tease the child in her arms, her face was happy and calm.