My wife is not a demon

Under the leadership of the guards, a handsome young man about 20 years old and wearing brocade clothes stepped into the hall.

As people described, the arch of the man's jaw raised when he walks is different from that of ordinary people.

His face was full of arrogance, and his nostrils were almost pointed at the person.

Du Biwu suppressed his distasteful gesture, cupped his hands and smiled, "I'm an official to pay homage to the prince. I heard that the prince went to the Valley of Destiny a few days ago to measure his own destiny. Seeing the prince's happy face, there must be a good result."

"It's okay, let's say that this son will have the talent of a general in the future."

Ji Heming put on a very casual tone.

But the slightly raised corners of the mouth fully showed the pride and complacency of the protagonist.

"Then the official hopes that the son can ascend to the court as soon as possible and show his great ambitions."

Du Piwu's eyes flashed with disdain, but his face still had a surprised and envious expression, full of admiration. "It is the blessing of the common people, the blessing of His Majesty and the Empress Dowager that I, Dayan, can have such a talent as the prince."

These words made Shizi's chin lift even higher.

After the flattering was almost done, Du Piwu asked doubtfully, "I don't know what the matter is that the son came here."

"It's nothing, the main thing is to visit Master Du."

The eldest son Ji Heming sat at the table carelessly, motioned for the maid at the door to bring tea, and said. "After Mrs. Du's death, Mrs. Du must be very sad, so this son came to comfort me."

Du Biwu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then he looked grateful: "Thank you for your concern."

A curvaceous maid brought tea.

Ji Heming picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip, then raised his voice and said, "Master Du, you don't have to be too obsessed with this man. Besides, in your capacity, it is not difficult to marry one or two more beauties. Why don't you let me marry you?" Shizi introduce two to you?"

Du Biwu waved his hands bitterly: "Your Majesty, you are joking, everyone in the world is unique, and if you die, you are really dead, and no one can replace you."

"It makes sense."

Ji Heming nodded and smiled. "I didn't expect Master Du to be an infatuated person, and he is the same person as this son."

Hearing this, Du Piwu's heart moved slightly.

He considered his words, and asked softly: "Listen to the son's words, could it be that you have a sweetheart?"

Du Biwu still knew something about this prince.

With a lonely personality, he despises ordinary women, and he has not caught a single woman in his eyes after several times of kissing.

Listening to this now, there is actually someone you like?

"I can't talk about a sweetheart, but there is someone who looks right and feels that he is very suitable for this son, and it would be good to marry as a concubine for the time being.

Moreover, this time I went to the Valley of Destiny to calculate the marriage, and said that the marriage of this son is within this period. "

Ji Heming took out a golden treasure box and put it on the table, "I came here today, hoping to use Master Du's hand to help me make a match for my son. After all, you also know my old man, so you can't count on him."

Du Biwu was speechless for a while.

Good guy, this arrogant prince really has a woman he likes, and she even came to find me as a matchmaker.

Who do you think I am?

matchmaker?

However, Du Biwu was very curious that he could be attracted by the dignified son of Yunzheng's mansion who is both civil and military and outstanding in appearance.

Whose girl... is so unlucky.

Chapter 330 Confused Qingluo! (Thanks to the lord sssugar)

There is a warm scent of flowers in the room.

Wucailuo held a pickled white radish and gnawed happily, like a greedy and naive bunny paper.

The girl is indeed wearing a colorful dress today.

She has a round figure, charming and lovely.

As the hem of the skirt fluttered, her ankles, which were as crisp as bricks of snow, were exposed.

Compared to Qing Luo's occasional coquettishness and coquettishness, she always reveals a very clean spirituality.

It's like a blank sheet of paper that hasn't been painted on yet.

It is unbearable to destroy.

Perhaps the only thing that makes people helpless is her foodie nature, it seems that she can't eat enough.

I don't know how that small belly is supported.

Sometimes Qingluo even fantasizes about turning this piece of sky into a big cotton candy, and this girl can eat it clean.

"Why isn't my sister here yet?"

Qing Luo next to her held her cheeks in both hands, staring fixedly at her newly invented toy on the table, with a slightly troubled expression on her face.

There was also a big turnip beside her table.

Not marinated yet...

Although Bai Xianyu's disappearance made her very upset, she was not too worried.

Years of companionship has cultivated the perception and tacit understanding of being a sister. Intuitively speaking, she doesn't think her sister will be in danger.

But compared to her sister, she misses her brother-in-law more.

I want to see Chen Mu doing acrobatics.

Like playing with a golden hoop or something.

"Xiao Luo, when do you think brother-in-law will shake with me?"

The girl with a pretty face and a bit of resentment pressed her profile on the cold table, looking at the colorful radishes who kept nibbling on the radishes, and sighed. "What's wrong with me, it's my chest..."

Well, this one is indeed weak.

Qingluo ignored this weakness, and continued: "Is it because I am not good-looking enough? Or is it because he has a bad figure?"

click...click...click...

The sound of chewing radish resounded in the room.