Rebirth of Lucky Wife

Chu Junchu was originally the number one scholar, and Le Yu thought that his speech must be clear, organized, concise and concise.

As a result, like all newbies in the workplace, Leyu made the big mistake of "I thought" - this Chu Junchu must have maxed out his chatterbox attribute! ! !

"Cough cough cough..." Le Yu coughed hard. When everyone looked at her, she glared at Chu Junchu and mouthed: Keep it simple.

Chu Zhuangyuan felt baffled. Didn't I explain it simply enough?But subconsciously, she felt that she must have done something wrong. Miss Leyu was Princess Fu'an's personal maid and knew the princess's thoughts well.Since someone has reminded you, you should also appreciate it.

Chu Junchu smiled gratefully at Miss Leyu, pondered for a while, made a draft in his mind, and eliminated some words that he felt were unnecessary, and then continued:

"Miss Bianhua, who had hairpins the year before last, is very picky and has high standards. She doesn't like military generals. She only likes pretty boys, especially the romantic scholars in the story books. She likes the frail and bookish style - —But the family can’t be too bad. Even if she gets married, she has to continue her honor as the legitimate daughter of the prefect of the state, right?

She has a beautiful idea in her heart, but if you choose someone else, their man will also choose you.He wants to be a scholar and have a powerful position. How can he find such a good and noble person in the barren northwest.The serious Qingliu family in the northwest region thought their home was too chaotic; she thought the young military commander with great martial arts skills was too rude and unattractive.Seeing that Bianhua celebrates the [-]th Chinese New Year, we can’t delay it any longer. No, I’m giving you a pillow for my sleepiness. The future emperor of the Wei Dynasty, His Highness the Crown Prince, has arrived right before my eyes! "

Chu Junchu was frothing at the mouth and dancing with joy as he talked about the affairs of a prefect's legitimate daughter, as if they were stories from a storyteller under an overpass.

"Hey!" Mai Ya'er couldn't bear it anymore and threw the tea cup in his hand, "I just want to know what happened to the prince yesterday!"

Qin Buxun covered his mouth and smiled, "Yeah!"Let you show your courtesy regardless of the situation.

Chu Junchu was awakened by the crisp sound of cracking porcelain. He woke up from his dazed state and knocked on his head.

What's going on? He's not like this usually. Beauty is really misleading. It's just that Princess Fu'an is so beautiful. He can't help but talk to her, and the more he talks, the more...

In fact, Chu Junchu's current state is very normal. To put it bluntly, he is a peacock spreading its wings to court a mate. It's spring~

"Yesterday after the princess left, His Royal Highness had a few more drinks at the banquet. Around [-]:[-], His Highness told everyone that he felt a little dizzy and planned to go home.

As a result, the governor of Bian and his entourage repeatedly tried to persuade His Highness to stay, and even tried to punish themselves by drinking three glasses of wine. During the exchange of cups, His Highness refused and drank some more. Later, everyone saw that His Highness was really too drunk, so they let him go. "

When Mai Ya'er heard this, he frowned. It seemed that the water here was very deep. It should be more than just a young girl trying to cling to the porcelain prince.The prefect of Bian also contributed to the situation. After all, the charm of the future head of state was much greater than being a local emperor in this remote place.

"When it was time to leave, His Highness was already drunk and felt uncomfortable. He would probably vomit if he got into the carriage. He wanted to go for a walk in the garden first to relieve the alcohol.

At this time, the magistrate of Bian who was accompanying him enthusiastically recommended his yard to His Highness, saying that there was a century-old "Qianshan Rhododendron" in his yard, which was a sight in the northwest. An eminent monk passed by and said that it had trees. Spirit, it’s so impressive.