Showdown, I am the koi of the world of immortality

Before waiting for Fengxiang Palace, Bo Qiu caught a glimpse of an indigo figure in the distance. The man's hair was not neatly combed into a bun, and he was sitting upright. It looked like he didn't look like an emperor at all, but he still looked like a child back then.

After entering the door neatly, Boqiu stepped forward to salute and say hello: "Your Majesty, Boqiu, come to the Mo Palace to see me."

When Mo Junhan saw him coming, a smile appeared on his face. The smile was like the spring breeze blowing on his face. He was very friendly and said, "You are here, sit down quickly."

"Thank you Modian."

Bo Qiu sat down on the order, facing Meng Xiangwan who was carefully dressed up. The Tianmei Ru skirt matched her today's Lingxu bun, which was very suitable.

"Brother Shen." Meng Xiangwan called out sweetly.

Bo Qiu raised his eyes to look at her, his expression softened slightly, and he nodded as a greeting.

Wrapped in plain makeup, Meng Xiangwan has willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, a delicate nose and cherry lips. She is cute and pure at the same time, especially her apricot-like eyes. Ever since Bo Qiu entered the door, she has followed him without leaving her feet. I wonder if it is The secret glances, anyway, are filled with tenderness.

After these few glances, Bo Qiu was not moved, not to mention that Mo Junhan was very happy to see him, "We haven't seen each other for many years, and Xiang Wan has become more and more beautiful. Mrs. Wang mentioned you and Bo Qiu the other day. When things happened, I was still afraid of messing up the couple's story, but now it seems that a good story has come true."

"Mo Dian, you are joking." Meng Xiangwan said shyly, his face redder than the apples on his plate.

Bo Qiu frowned, sensing something was wrong, "Good story?"

Mo Junhan glanced at Meng Xiangwan below, but smiled and said nothing.

Bo Qiu raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side. Meng Xiangwan's twitchy look and red cheeks were too eye-catching. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that she and he didn't have the same idea at all.

Looking back, Bo Qiu felt a lot less angry. The soft cushion under his seat seemed to have suddenly sprouted thorns, making him unable to sit still for a while. How could a good brother-sister relationship suddenly turn into unrequited love? Is it really like what Song Chengming said, that he was too nervous?

Silently taking in his expression, Mo Junhan lowered his eyes and smiled, then arched his eyebrows and continued: "I have discussed with Mrs. Wang that the seventh day of next month is a good day, suitable for marriage. Xiang Wan, I have arranged this, Do you like it?"

Meng Xiangwan replied: "Mo Dian is wise and powerful, and the day he has chosen must be excellent."

Hearing this, Mo Junhan chuckled softly, looked at her with a pair of watery eyes, and said: "You are so sweet, tell me that there is no need to prepare a dowry for you, I will give you the best. "

Meng Xiangwan smiled and said: "Thank you Mo Dian!"

The two of them were singing a double act, and Bo Qiu listened without saying a word, with veins looming in his hands. Within less than a cup of tea, he was stuffed with a marriage contract. This was not only a slap in his face, but also a slap in Uncle Meng’s face. Uncle Meng had told him before he left that he must take good care of Meng. Xiang Wan.

Well, now, in just two sentences, Meng Xiangwan has become his own. On the surface, he seems to be a virtuous king and loyal ministers, and everyone is happy. But in fact, he is taking the third lady of the Meng family as a hostage, and the Meng family has to be afraid of him. , afraid of the emperor!

What a good Mo Junhan. As he gets older, all his tricks are used on him.

Bo Qiu's eyes grew colder, and he was about to stand up to show off his cards, but before he could wait, a clear female voice suddenly sounded in his head, "Are you kidding me!?"

The sound seemed to have been stabbed hard in the ears. Hearing this, Bo Qiu trembled and stopped directly in front of the table.

Over there, Mo Junhan saw that everything was going well, smiled and ordered people to open the banquet. But he must have never imagined that Bo Qiu, who seemed to be normal in his eyes, was now facing the most difficult moment in his twenty-eight years of life.

At first, Bo Qiu thought that he was hallucinating because Mo Junhan was so angry, so he closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get the voice out of his mind.

As a result, when he shook it, the female voice in his mind rang out again: "Is your uncle's dog a dog? Stop shaking it!"

Bo Qiu was completely stunned. This sound seemed to come from his own body?

"Otherwise? Who do you think it's because of his grandma that I can't get out?" Sure enough, the voice appeared again.

Listening to the clear female voice whirling in his mind, Bo Qiu's face instantly darkened - what kind of martial arts is this? It can read people's thoughts. If this person is not eliminated, the world will be in chaos.

In the mist, Tu Nian, who was thinking about going out, heard his childish voice and rolled his eyes disdainfully, "I'm so scared."

In fact, she herself was stunned. Her memory was fixed on the last thunder of the Eternal Emperor, which caused her to be in a coma for three days. When she woke up, she found herself in this body.

The even worse news was that she found that her immortal power had been sealed away, and she couldn't get out of this body.

Looking around, the surrounding blood-colored environment is foggy, and the air is filled with the scent of milk mixed with a little jasmine, which smells quite good. But she really didn’t want to continue smelling it, she wanted to leave!

She tried over and over again, but in the end she gradually lost strength. All the anger in her heart turned into grievances. She squeezed her red fox eyes with a look of pity on her face: "The promised calamity, even the shadow of the man... Even if I can’t see you, what calamity will I go through..."

After saying that, he started crying at the top of his lungs.

It is no exaggeration to say that what Bo Qiu hates most in his life is women's long tongue and noisy voice. And the woman in his body was absolutely better than any woman he had ever seen in terms of her harsh language and how noisy she was.

His calm expression was torn open without any warning.

Many years of long-cherished wish was about to come true. Meng Xiangwan looked at Boqiu opposite him, the more he looked at him, the happier he became. Seeing that the food in front of him had not been touched, he asked worriedly: "Brother Shen, why don't you move your chopsticks? Is there something wrong with you?" ?”

Bo Qiu was almost out of control because of Tu Nian's crying, and he could only suppress his anger. He couldn't hear Meng Xiangwan's sudden words.

Meng Xiangwan felt a little embarrassed when she heard no answer. She pulled her sleeves under the table and called out again: "Brother Shen?"

After two calls, Bo Qiu still didn't move. Mo Junhan looked at him and saw a strange look on his face. Just as he was about to speak, a waiter suddenly came up from the side to pour him wine and whispered something.

Mo Junhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Let him in."

After a while, a man walked into the main hall, holding a mahogany box and holding an umbrella in his hand.

He put the box on the ground, leaned down and saluted, and then sadly lifted up his hair that had been damaged by the rain for half an hour, revealing a miserable face underneath.

Mo Junhan couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "Get up, get up, why are you like this?"

Song Chengming stood up with a wry smile, cupped his hands and said, "Mo Dian, please stop teasing me. I'm sending something for the general. I'm leaving now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Qiu stood up suddenly and startled him. Taking a closer look, he found that his general's face seemed not to be well.

Bo Qiu endured the discomfort in his head and said to the person sitting in the seat: "Mo Dian, Bo Qiu is feeling a little unwell today and wants to go home first. I cannot accompany you here, so please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Brother Shen..." Meng Xiangwan's expression suddenly became a little lonely. She looked at Mo Junhan eagerly, hoping that he could stay with Boqiu for a little longer.

If things go well, one less thing is worse than one more thing. Mo Junhan is willing to be half-blind. With a smile on his face, he looked at Boqiu with his watery eyes, "Your body is important, please go back."

Boqiu saluted and turned around, his movements smooth and smooth. Song Chengming, who was behind him, kept up with him and kept secretly sighing, "The general is so handsome." But only Bo Qiu, who was walking in front, knew that he was neither handsome nor handsome at all.

The female voice in his head was as noisy as a thousand damn ducks, and it was driving him crazy.