Rebirth of Lucky Wife

Chapter 172: Who says there is no immortal in the world, and who says there is no perfect king in th

Wei Hao and Mai Ya'er were boating in the lotus pond.

The pond dug by Uncle Mai Wu's house is very large, just like a small artificial lake.The lake is full of sycamore trees, which are common green plants in the northwest. They have majestic shapes and dense branches and leaves. In later generations, they were world-famous as excellent garden shade trees and street trees, and were known as the "King of Street Trees."

Therefore, although the summer is hot, the two young couples are in a vast lake, with green trees and large lotus leaves to shade them, so they are cool and comfortable without being exposed to the sun.

Mai Ya'er held a lotus in her hands and smiled. The way Wei Hao looked at him made her face heat up. Her originally white porcelain complexion gradually turned pink, and her neck and even the tips of her ears were pink, making her even more attractive.

Wei Hao's eyes gradually darkened as he looked at Mian Mian's pure and lustful look. He is 23 years old this year, and some of the courtiers who are the same age as him in the court have their children running all over the floor.

"Mianmian, do you miss me?" Wei Hao asked in a hoarse voice, holding Ma Ya's hand.

Mal'er blushed with embarrassment and turned her head to look at the red lotus next to her, pretending to admire the flowers in the pond.

Who says there is no immortal in the world, who says there is no perfect king in the world?Wei Hao likes to be clean. Except when he wears court clothes when working, in private he wears white clothes all year round.He looks like Emperor Mingguang, and he is the prince he has trained by his side since he was a child. Although he has practiced martial arts for many years, he walks, sits and lies elegantly and warmly on weekdays. When he talks and laughs, the spring breeze blows on his face. He is very gentle - which is what Mai Ya'er loves. This one hangs up.

Mai Ya'er's eyes shifted to Wei Hao's hands. These good-looking men's hands, with well-defined joints, long and handsome bones, and particularly sexy posture at the joints, were touching her little hands.

Mai Ya'er nodded shyly, feeling endless joy in her heart. So is this a sign of mutual love?

The eighth day of the sixth lunar month is auspicious, and it is easy to entertain, pray for blessings, offer sacrifices, and pave roads. The local magistrate in the northwest specially held a banquet to welcome the crown prince of the Wei Dynasty and wash away the dust. It was euphemistically called a celebration banquet for the complete elimination of the epidemic.In fact, who wouldn’t want to sell a good deal to the future emperor in advance?

Mai Ya'er held the post in her hand, with the bright Xia Ju in front of the window, and in front of her was her fiancé who came to pick her up.

"The beauty cannot be imitated, the handsomeness cannot be taken away." Ma Ya'er looked at her fiancé, and this sentence came to mind - 23-year-old Wei Zizhan is between a boy and a man, young and mature, with an adult's poise. His seductive charm makes people want to teach him how to be a real man.

Mai Ya'er covered her red eyes and pressed her little hand on his chest, "Wei Zizhan, you are so pretty, don't smile at me like that."

Wei Hao rubbed his fiancée's hair, put the little hand he was thinking about in his palm, and led Mai Ya'er out. Outside the gate of Mai Mansion, Wei Hao's chariot was waiting incognito.

"Ya'er is still so ungrateful." Wei Zizhan looked at his junior sister with fond eyes. Passers-by glanced at her and marveled that no man in the world could have such a beautiful face.

As everyone knows, his beautiful and gentle smile only opens to his beloved. If the courtiers in the court are asked: "What kind of person is His Royal Highness?"

Who wouldn't give a thumbs up and sigh, "Despite her tender face, the successor of the Wei Dynasty is not easy to fool." The prince of the Wei Dynasty was a man of iron and blood, and the courtiers were willing to surrender, even those old foxes who were the same age as his father. I couldn't help but praise him as "a cold-faced dragon, decisive in killing, like the great ancestor."

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